Chapter 8
EIGHT
Scotch
“Yeah. Good lunch,” I remark dryly, looking around the dark paneling covered with oil paintings of old white guys, wondering if maybe my father is on the down low after all.
He bought this monster of an old Tudor when I was still living with Mom. He basically stole it from a business partner who wasn’t good at reading fine print. He put this house in the contract as collateral but what Dad put in was a clause that in essence, ruined the business and the house went to pay off the debts. The house was worth more than the business or the assets.
Who was one of the biggest investors? Yeah, one of my dad’s other companies who then, surprise, took the house.
He’s shrewd and a sociopath.
The whole meal has been a disaster with Lula’s mom making her take the brunt of responsibility for us kissing on the dance floor the other night.
I came to her defense, but Deidre was cotton candy sweet to me.
Who the fuck cares? When she basically strong armed her into apologizing to Larry who could give a shit, I nearly came out of my chair.
The latest cook he hired comes in to clear our plates and I can’t sit here another second. Lula’s been sitting across from me trying to be polite, wearing this sexy as fuck sky blue dress that matches her eyes. It’s snug on top, showing off her hard nipples through the fabric and loose enough on the bottom I’m going to have no problem getting under there where I better find no panties.
After she finally clicked off the call last night in her sleep, I texted her about a hundred times. One of them was telling her no panties at lunch.
Glancing my way now and then making out like what happened at the club was just an act we put on.
Fucking act is right. An act I’m going to follow up every day for the rest of my fucking life. I just need to get things settled with Larry, separate out our business entanglements and find my own way. A new way. A way that doesn’t include a trail of destruction behind me.
“It’s so nice to have you here.” Deidre smiles at me. “I want us to be a family.”
Family. Does she even know the man that she married?
“Yeah, well, then I want to show Lula what the family home is like. Dad…” He shoots me an odd look because I’ve not called him Dad for years. “Lula’s never seen a house quite like this. I want to give her the grand tour. Show her what hard work can do.”
“Good idea,” he says, smug and arrogant. “Show her the Rembrandt.”
“Sure will.” I nod toward Lula, who thanks Larry and nods at her mother as she follows me out of the dining room and into the hallway where I grab her hand and press her against the wall, crushing my lips to hers.
“Wait,” she whispers when I give her a second for air. “They’re going to see us.”
“I don’t give a rat’s shit who sees us. You’re my girl. I want everyone to know.”
“Please, not yet. Just…” She’s pleading. “Just, show me around like you said, okay?”
“You’re in charge, huh? Think you’re going to distract me and get your way?”
She nods as I grab her hand and start down the hall to the back stairs.
“Always, Daddy.”
That word feels like I should go to hell for all the feelings it brings up but whatever. If I’m in hell with Lula calling me Daddy, so be it. That’s heaven for me.
I reach around and smack her ass, watching her clap a hand over her mouth to muffle the yelp.
“You’re going to get us caught, aren’t you?” She giggles as I open a door at the end of the hall and lead her inside the elevator.
“Elevator?” Her wild blue eyes twinkle.
“Lots of little secrets in this house.”
She scrunches up her nose and her freckles are so fucking hot.
I tug her forward loving how she looks up at me, resting her chin on my chest while her hands find my shoulders.
I reach around and grab her ass cheeks. “You have a killer ass.”
Her eyes widen, the pupils taking up more space. “There’s a lot of it to go around.”
“I’ll take it all. I’m going to use it too, you know.” I give her a swack as she inhales. “Lots of ways. I’m going to turn it red with my hand, dry hump it while you’re doing the dishes, spit on that little hole and fuck you while you tell me, harder, Daddy, harder.”
“Is that so?”
“Sure is, baby. I’m going to take you shopping for butt plugs too. I’ll leave my teeth marks now and then as well. So much real estate for me to use and enjoy.”
“I know I’m fat. I’ll work on it.” Her mood shifts and I’m going to set this shit straight right fucking now.
I slip a hand around her throat, just under her jaw, lift and squeeze so her mouth opens and she’s one hundred fucking percent paying attention.
“You are not fat. You are mine. All the inches are mine. If you ever refer to yourself as fat, we’re going to deal with it. First, you’ll be taught that you are you. There are no labels for you besides that you are mine. You belong to me and if you don’t take care of yourself, I’ll be there to correct you. Referring to yourself as fat is not acceptable. We clear?”
She’s silent, her eyes searching as I stare back until she softens and answers, “Yes, Daddy.” She giggles and covers her eyes for a second then says, “What do you do to me? This isn’t me, I don’t canoodle with hot, gorgeous step-brothers and call them Daddy. You are like a drug.”
I lean down and kiss her forehead. “Good girl. I like that. Now, Daddy wants you to make him feel good. Last night on the phone remember how I said you’re going to make me feel good?”
She nods, her tongue glancing her lower lip. “Yes.”
“I want you to suck my dick.” I say, reaching under her dress and shoving my middle finger into her sloppy, hot cunt. “So wet already. That’s my best girl.”
“I’ve never done it.”
“I love I’m going to be your first at everything, you know that?”
Her eyes are a little sad as I finger fuck her slow. “I wish I was your first.”
“You are. I’m not a virgin, okay, baby. But I’m going to pump inside you bareback. I’ve never done that before. Never tasted a pussy either. You were my first. You’re the first one I’ve ever thought about beyond right now. I think about you all the fucking time. I think about you and the future, baby. That’s a first. Now,” I pump my finger in and out, fast and hard, not enough to tear her but enough that she’s hanging on and starts to shake.
She tumbles into a little orgasm and I leave her sloppy and half needy as I push her onto her knees.
“Take your tits out. I want to see them while you suck me off.”
Her quivering hands do as I say, pulling her tits out of the scoop neck of her dress as I free my erection and bring it to her glossy lips.
She takes it in her hands and straight into her fucking mouth without a word. This girl is destroying me and I don’t want to ever go back to how things were.
I gather her hair into one hand while I reach down and guide her other to my balls.
“Squeeze a little while you work the shaft with your other hand. Work the bottom with your tongue.”
She’s looking up at me like I’m speaking the damn gospel and follows my instructions to the letter.
“Good girl. Like that for a bit, then I’m going to use your mouth like a fuck hole. Things aren’t always going to be soft and gentle.”
She gives my balls a squeeze like a brat and I answer with a thrust down her throat which gets her fucking attention fast.
She gags but doesn’t stop, instead, her eyes latch to mine, eager and happy.
“You like a mouthful of my dick, don’t you?”
She nods, gurgling and dripping saliva down her chin.
“You remember when I said I’m going to hold you down and fuck you someday?” I pump my hips in and out, her hands working in time with my motion as I hold her hair in one hand and stroke her forehead with my other. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Come into your room, shove you face down on your bed while I stuff you full of every inch, screaming and crying because Daddy’s so big but deep down, you want it rough. You want me to show you who you are, like right now.”
I plow beyond her tonsils, her eyes bulging, tits bouncing as her lips tighten, spit making me slippery as she moans and chokes.
“You are more beautiful than ever with my cock down your throat.”
She tries to nod but I’m using her face as my own personal fuck toy. I’m close but when she drops a hand from my shaft and it disappears under her skirt, fuck, this girl is a dream.
“That’s it, play with that greedy little pussy while Daddy throat fucks you.”
I fucking already know I love her. I wasn’t sure what love felt like, but now that it’s here, there’s no unknowing it.
“Daddy’s going to give you a present. You ready?”
Her face is pink, her arm giving away the frantic movements of her fingers in her pussy as I pump away, my balls slapping her wet chin as she implores me with those fucking eyes.
“Swallow it. It’s all yours. Don’t waste any.” She shudders in her own orgasm as my takes me from the light into the darkness. I pump spurt after hot spurt into her throat and she struggles and swallows around the swollen head.
When she’s done, she’s near panicked, gasping for air as I work myself inside my pants, stroking her hair.
“You did so good, little one.”
She nods, eyes glazed, jizz and saliva dripping from her lips and onto her tits, when there’s a ding and the horrible sound of the elevator doors sliding open.
Lula
“Jesus, Mom, don’t you knock?”
“It’s an elevator, Lula. You don’t have to knock on an elevator door. I just pushed the button and surprise! Here you are.” She adds a scowl. “This is my house. The house I…”
Larry is grinning as I’m trying to pull my dress over my tits while Scotch just stands and turns to face them without a hint of shame. Even I notice my mom’s desperate attempts to look right at his face and not let her gaze drop. He’s put himself away, but the outline of that monster inside his pants is still clear as day.
“We’re together,” he says. “Deal with it.”
Larry starts to chuckle. “Until you get bored of her, sure.”
I draw a sharp breath at the certainty in his words, my heart starting to thunder. Could that be true? Am I just a fling? I thought…
Scotch shakes his head. “This is it for me. She’s mine. Now get out, we’re not done here.”
Not done? I’m here trying to cover my nakedness while our parents stand there staring. “Wait, I think—”
Scotch turns his head and his eyebrows cinch together. “I said we’re not done. They’re leaving. And later, we’re going to tell your dad too. Make this all official. Okay?”
I nod, dazed. What can I say except, “Okay.”
“Good.” He turns back to Larry and Mom. “I thought I told you two to leave.”