Chapter 19
Rivi
Briar helped me on with my parka and scarf and cap. Like a real daddy would. I wanted to think of him as mine, but it was too early. I enjoyed pretending, though.
One of Trent’s staff brought Briar’s car right up to the porch, so I didn’t have to step in slush at all.
A gentleman, Briar opened the door for me.
The air outside was freezing. My insides tightened with every breath. But as soon as the door closed I noticed the driver had gotten the heat running for us.
Soon, we were pulling out of the estate grounds and onto the highway. The stars were just coming out. All those Christmas stars. Soon the Christmas moon would be rising as well.
Everything glistened from the car lights. The snow glowed.
“How far are we going?” I asked.
“There’s a town up ahead. Not too far. About fifteen miles. Why? Do you want to go back?”
“Nope. I want to go out with you.”
“Good. It will be nice to get out and spend time at a meal with just you and me.”
Everything Briar said was so thoughtful, making me warm up all over. “I like just you and me.”
“Me, too.”
I cleared my throat, then asked what might be inappropriate. “Does that mean you like me?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
Good. He didn’t hesitate. That meant it was okay to tell him what I’d been wanting to say since last night. “I like you, too.”
“Hmm. If the kissing wasn’t obvious last night, I might have to come up with something else to prove that I like you.”
The kissing. So much great kissing. My skin flared at the memory. My lips tingled. I licked them, then bit down.
“I trust you. You wouldn’t lie to me,” I said.
“Good. I wouldn’t lie. But I still have ideas in mind to show you that I like you.”
“What ideas?” My heart fluttered.
“First the date. Then, we’ll see.”
I couldn’t wait.
We came to a town where the downtown area was all lit up. We pulled into an icy parking lot. The restaurant was decked out in white lights, and we walked into a busy place. I hadn’t expected that on Christmas. The lobby was full.
It turned out Briar had made reservations, and we didn’t have to wait to be seated.
Soon we were eating good food and talking as if we’d known each other for a long time.
Everything popped with flavor. My whole world shifted when I was with Briar to a brighter, sensually stronger reality. I might have been a little and he, a daddy, but he treated me as an equal with total respect.
Uncle Trent did have good taste when it came to picking friends. Briar was amazing.
When we were ready to go, I was so full I could barely move. It was too cold out to walk it off. I made it to the car and felt better from walking across the cold parking lot.
I groaned as Briar entered the car and put my hands over my stomach.
Briar reached into his pocket and popped out a packet of Tums. “Here, little Pan. Chew them up. You’ll feel better.”
It was exactly what a good daddy would do. Be prepared for anything and take care of his boy. I chewed up the medicine, hoping my condition would ease up. I didn’t want to ruin this night for us by being sick.
I didn’t usually have a problem with over-eating. I had been so exuberant, loving everything about the evening, that I’d not known how to stop. One more reason I needed a daddy. Not necessarily for full control, but for the loving guidance I craved.
We drove through the gate and back onto the estate. It wasn’t even ten o’clock yet, but it felt late. The entire mansion was lit up. Christmas wasn’t over yet.
We pulled up to the vast porch and someone was there to meet us again and drive Briar’s car back to the guest garage. Uncle Trent had a great security system. His servants were instantly notified when they were needed, even at odd hours.
Briar took my hand and led me into the house. People were still up. I heard laughter in the distance. Another big fire burned in the huge front living room’s hearth. I saw the fuzzy rug where things had begun to heat up for me and Briar. Good memories.
As we took off our parkas and scarves, I looked up at Briar. Now what? I felt hot all over. I’d barely felt the cold outside.
Briar looked at my upturned face. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better. The Tums did the trick.”
“Good.”
“I don’t want this night to end yet.”
“It doesn’t have to.”
I cleared my throat, nervous about my next words. “You can come to my room if you want.”
Briar patted my back. “That’s a lovely invitation. But if I’m the daddy, my room would be more optimal.”
“Why?”
“Let’s just say I’m prepared for just about anything.”
My cock stirred. He’d had me on edge all evening, but this was more. He’d just made the suggestion that anything might happen. I hoped that meant sex. I was ready. I wanted more kisses, but without stopping there.
I hoped I wasn’t wrong about wanting that. This date was going so well already.
“I want to see your room,” I said.
He tilted his head at me. “Are you very sure?”
I huffed a bit. I was grown up. I was sure. “Can I call you Daddy?” I blurted.
He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “I’d love that.”
We went up a different flight of stairs from my room to get to Briar’s room. I hadn’t realized it was so far from my own and in another wing of the house.
When he opened the door, everything was immaculate. I didn’t even see his suitcase. The air smelled fresh, like it had been newly cleaned. It was warm but not hot. Just perfect.
His room was much like mine in every other way. He had a closet, a dresser and an attached bathroom complete with tub. I turned around to take it all in, then stood still and faced him. What would he do with me now?
He held out his arms. “Come here.”
I approached, barely able to keep from running to him. He gently helped me off with my black and white blazer and placed it neatly over the back of a chair. He took my Peter Pan purse and put it on the dresser.
“Take off your shoes and be comfortable,” he said.
I kicked off my shoes and he did the same. In our stocking feet we approached the bed. Briar sat on the side and held out his arms again. I went to him, and he gently pulled me between his legs and onto his lap.
The way he held me made me shiver.
“Are you cold?” Briar asked.
“No, Daddy. Excited.”
“Beautiful.” He stroked my back. “I would love to have another one of those sweet kisses like you gave me last night.”
“I want that, too.” I could barely speak. I would have fallen if he hadn’t had his arms around me. His hold was light, easy. I didn’t feel at all constrained. “I want it so bad. And not to stop this time.”
“Sweetheart, that’s all I needed to hear.”
He was careful. Maybe part of that was respect for Uncle Trent. But I think most of it was because he cared about how I felt. My reactions. My responses. It made me want to give myself fully to him.
I nuzzled against his neck at first, playing shy.
Then I lifted my face to his. Our lips met.
Warm and intimate. I pressed against him, unable to keep myself still.
I thought I couldn’t get more excited, but the longer he kissed me, our mouths opening to each other, the more I wanted.
Flames ran through my veins. My cock pressed so hard against my pants that it ached—but in the most delightful way.
I stretched out, pressing against his crotch. A hardness pressed back. He wanted me. I had aroused him. The idea of that made my head spin.
Briar pulled back and disappointment ran like a chill through my body. Seconds later, I realized it wasn’t him pushing me away, only an adjustment.
He stretched out on the bed pulling me alongside him, then took off my glasses and placed them on the nightstand. He kissed my eyebrows, my cheeks, my chin, then my mouth again.
I giggled before he squashed that sound by kissing me more. Now all I could do was moan. His hands went up and down my back and side. We faced each other, and the kisses deepened as he rolled me onto my back and crouched over me.
My balls burned. My cock leaked. Never had I ever felt like this.
When we broke apart again, gasping for oxygen, I couldn’t help but speak. “That’s so good. So good. More, please.”
“I’ll spoil my boy any way he likes.”
Was this even real? I wanted to feel him against me. “Yes, please spoil me.”
He nosed at my ear, then whispered, “What do you want?”
“To feel all of you.”
“All?”
“Without clothes, please.”
“So polite. Who taught you such manners?”
I shrugged, then laughed.
“I think you were raised right, but you still need a daddy, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“A firm daddy who knows what you need and takes care of it right away.”
“I would never outgrow that,” I said flatly.
Briar grinned. “Good boy.”
“I know I am.”
We were in tune. Comfortable enough for intimate banter. I loved it.
“Well, then let’s see what my good boy has under here.” Briar slowly lifted the edge of my sweater to expose my stomach.
I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out as he lowered his face to my bare skin and gave me a kiss to the side of my belly button. My skin quivered and my cock gushed more liquid in my underwear.
“So lovely.” He kissed my bare skin again.
I threw my head back onto the pillows and groaned.
“Nice response. I think I want to kiss you all over.”
All I could think in that moment was that Briar was relentless. I loved that word for this moment. Relentless.
“Don’t stop,” I murmured. I was melting into the bedcovers.
Briar’s hand pressed where he had kissed. His finger drew down to my waistband and hooked it. I drew in a breath through my teeth.
“Relax. Breathe. Feel,” Briar said.
“Oh yes, Daddy.”
He began to undo the buttons to my pants. I worried that he’d see my wet underwear. That worry went away when I realized it had been his plan. He wanted me helpless and yearning beneath him.
Oh how I wanted that, too.