A Father's Bliss (A Holinight Novella)

10. Renee

Am I currently holding on to the railing for dear life, trying to act as if I’m not still shaking from what happened? Absolutely.

I’m somewhere in between satisfied and needy for more, and the territory is completely foreign to both me and my body. I’ve never felt such euphoric bliss. It was from somewhere deep that I—or no one else— has ever been able to reach, and now, I’m staring out at the dark water wondering how the hell I’ll ever go back to anything else. How I’m going to find anyone else that makes me feel what Marcus does.

Troy said we just needed to work ourselves out of our systems but this doesn”t feel like that. It’s as though I’ve only had my first bite and now I want so much more. More of those fingers. Those dirty words. Him.

Fuck.

I guess this is also where I’m supposed to consider why wanting him wouldn’t be a good idea. There’s still the same issues that prevented me from pursuing him in the first place. My old man. His son. I should still care about those things, shouldn’t I?

Probably. But I don’t. At least, not right now. Harrison could canoe his ass right next to this boat and I wouldn’t give a shit.

“How are you feeling?”The deep rumble of Marcus’s voice comes from behind me.

I spin around, propping my elbows up over the railing. “Incredible. You?”

His hooded gaze drifts over my frame. I’m still in the white cami, skirt, and heels, but am missing my cardigan and underwear. Something about it feels both forbidden and sexy.

“Hungry.”

My eyes flash as I recall what else I knocked over in the kitchen; dinner. “Sorry about that. I?—”

He shakes his head. “Not for food, baby girl.”

“Oh.” I clamp down onto my bottom lip, the muscle in my abdomen tightening.

“But first.” He lifts a small black bag. “I want to teach you a little lesson.”

Running a hand through my hair, I kick off the railing. “Not to say I don’t want to learn how to fish, but I’d much rather do something else first.”

“Hmm. And that’s what makes this so much fun,.” he says, closing the gap between us before gliding a finger through a lock of my hair. “We’re also past due for an important conversation.”

My lashes flutter when the tip of his finger coasts along my collar bone. “What’s that?”

His hand drops and a seriousness I haven’t seen since his office steals his expression. “My bill of health. We should have discussed this before.”

“Ah. Yeah. I guess I got carried away.”

Marcus shakes his head. “I let you. But I want you to know it’s been four years, and I have a clean?—”

“Four years since what?” He levels me with a look I think I’m supposed to read as ‘isn’t it obvious’ but I don’t quite understand. I mean, there’s no way. “Why so long?”

He shrugs one shoulder. “I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy?”

He taps my nose once, setting the bag down next to the tackle box he left out here earlier. “Who knew you were such a well practiced parrot?”

“I’m just saying…that’s a long time for someone to go without sex.”

“Is it absurd to consider that I had much more pressing things occupying my time? Work, hobbies, finding out I could only get off to my strawberry blonde coworker who was dating my son.” He moves his hand to my waist and traces the band on my skirt. I shiver, my eyes following the movement before he speaks again. “That I would only get hard when I thought of bending her over my desk and fucking that son from her memory. Making her realize she picked the wrong Debois.”

I swallow, my breathing suddenly shallow even being surrounded by fresh air. My next string of words are a confession I’ve held on for too long, it slips out as if it’s been waiting for this exact moment to be set free.

“I already knew I picked the wrong one. I only dated him because he was the substitute for who I really wanted. And also…” I trail off, considering if I should even admit the next part. But I do. Because deep down, I want him to know. “I also hoped it would give me an idea of what it’d be like to date you.”

Marcus’s finger pauses, his dark eyes boring straight into my fucking soul. I’m not sure what he’s looking for, or if he finds it, but the next thing I know I’m being whirled around, my back slammed against his front.

With one hand, he grips the bottom of my cami, and in another breath, takes it over my head, assisted by me lifting my arms without a second thought. After discarding it to the deck, he grabs the fishing pole from the chair where we’d left it earlier and hands it to me. As soon as I take it, he sits down, and tugs me into his lap.

A laugh bubbles from my throat but I quickly swallow it when Marcus pushes my legs on either side of his. It leaves me wide open, my pussy completely bare to the world in front us of. Luckily that world consists of a vast lake, and a thick tree line. The city is about a mile behind us, and we’re completely alone, only accompanied by a blanket of stars and serene water.

“Throw the line over.” His voice is a command. “I already re-baited it.”

I start to shift to look at him but he widens his legs and in turn, stretches me out further. His hands find my thighs before he drags his fingers up, stopping at the apex.

Sucking in a breath, I wait to see what he’ll do next, every nerve ending on high alert. But then, he simply drops his hands, and my stomach falls with it.

“Are you going to make me ask twice?”

“Maybe.” A little disappointment slipping into my tone. “You didn’t say pretty please.”

He huffs, gripping either side of my hips and sliding me halfway down his thighs and closer to the railing. “How about with a cherry on top?”

This makes me laugh. “I’m more of a kiwi girl, actually.”

“Of course you are.” The sound of ripping foil causes goosebumps to pebble my skin. “Well, in that case?—”

“Not to come off too strong but…” I toss the line over. “I’d love to feel you. I mean, we already, you know, so…”

I trail off, a foreign shyness stealing me words. I’ve actually never had sex without protection, but for some reason—some dirty, fantasy driven reason—I want to feel all of him.

“Are you on contraceptives?”

I nod, my heart suddenly fluttering. “Yes.”

Something, presumably the condom, drops into the paper bag Marcus brought out. Then I’m slightly jostled as the telling sounds of his belt unclasping and zipper opening. I wait patiently, my skin prickling with awareness while the anticipation makes my breathing too shallow. Even though I came less than ten minutes ago, I’m wanton all over again, the desire to have so much more causes a tremble to skitter through my core and pussy clench around nothing.

“I’m going to lift you.” His large hands find my hips. “Then, after I sink into you, you will not move.”

My brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said, baby girl. You are to stay perfectly still.”

“For how long?” Impatience coils around me, the notion that I’ll have him in me, but have to wait to truly feel him, making me almost distressed.

I gasp when he lifts me with ease, placing me right where he wants me, the head of his cock pressing lightly at my entrance. Already my pussy is squeezing, anticipation threading tight in my core. “For as long as I say. Now, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He clears his throat and I have no earthly clue how I know, but I respond again.

“Yes, daddy. I understand.”

“Good girl.”

Then, he slides me down on his cock.

I jolt at the sudden intrusion, a mix of relief and pleasure swirling violently through me as he stretches me open. With how wet I am, he glides in with ease, and accommodating his size isn’t as strenuous as I thought it’d be.

Until it is.

Delicious pain sweeps through my center, and when I think there isn’t any more length, he pulls me down further.

“Fuck.” My head lolls to the side, everything so full I quickly realize I couldn’t move if I wanted.

“Breathe for me.” I can feel the smile in his voice.

With my free hand, I grip the railing, squeezing tight as I take a long breath and he becomes fully seated. The pain is still there, but it’s the good kind, the one where it slowly dissolves into an intoxicating pleasure.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, rubbing the outside of my thighs. “I knew you could take all of me. Especially with how wet you are.”

I huff a laugh. “Yeah, well, I definitely can’t stay still for long.”

One of his hands leaves my leg and digs through the bag next to us. “Well you’re going to have to.”

“Or what?”

“No reward.”

I turn slightly, glancing at him over my shoulder. His dark gaze is set on where we’re attached, and the hunger in his eyes is one I’ve never seen before. It sets my soul on fire, and makes it damn near impossible not to move. I want to squirm, feel some sort of friction. This is proving so much harder than I anticipated.

Hoping to distract myself from the pressure, I focus on his words, though it’s tough to accomplish through the mental haze of arousal. “What reward?”

“The one where you come,” he states matter of factly. “Multiple times.”

Up until ten minutes ago, I would have thought he was lying, now, I’m salivating just remembering it. It was so intense, like an infernal itch just out of reach that I was finally about to get to. A climb up a cliff, only to realize there’s a bigger one ahead with a much larger reward.

I want that again. Need it.

Pushing out a steadying breath, I straighten my spine, and relax my lower half. The stretch in both my thighs and entrance have slowly subsided, and now, there is only him.

“Now, while you’re waiting for a fish’s bite, I’m going to play with you. While you’re on my boat, you’re mine, and I’m going to explore every inch that belongs to me.” There’s the sound of a click followed by a soft wet sound. “I need to know what makes your sweet cunt clench, and which spots make you squirm.”

My grip on the fishing pole tightens. “I can just tell you.”

“And what fun would that be?”

“For me? Lots.”

His chuckle is low and seductive, sinking into my bloodstream and driving south. “Well, let’s see if I can’t discover things about yourself that not even you are aware of. And remember, don’t?—”

“Move. I got it.” I try to get the breathy anticipation from my voice.

Though I can’t see it, I know he’s smiling. Or smirking. Or plotting ways to make me scream. But I don’t mind. It’s best he knows now that even if he gets to be daddy and tell me what to do, I’m a total brat.

“Lean forward two inches.” He presses one hand into the middle of my back to help guide me. “This is going to be a little colder than I’d like.”

It takes two seconds for me to realize what he’s doing. The shop where I bought the toys was giving out lube with every purchase. And considering his cock is occupying one hole, I assume he found the jeweled plug with plans to fill my vacant hole.

I bite down on my lip, swallowing just as he presses the tip to my ass.

The cold lube causes me to jerk, lifting off his cock a little.

“Naughty girl.” Marcus’s hand slides up to my shoulder and presses down. “Sit.”

Pussy clenched, back arched, I slowly seat myself again, the friction both not enough and fucking perfect, while at the same time, Marcus pushes the plug all the way in.

I moan against the new pressure, having both my ass and pussy full creating an entirely new sensation. The urge to move is all consuming, while he sits completely still, seemingly unbothered I’m merely warming his cock.

But in the next second, he leans over again, grabbing something else from the bag. This time when a click sounds, a low vibration follows. He tilts my neck to the side, giving him much better access. He licks up the junction of my neck once before giving me a soft bite.

“Now,” he whispers against my flesh, while hooking a finger in my bra and tugging it down, “time to have some fun.”