10. Weston
Icheck my watch for the fifth time, reaching into my pocket for my phone to check it as well. No missed texts or calls. Our flight leaves in less than thirty minutes.
Fuck! I shouldn’t have said what I said to her. I shouldn’t have kissed her, but I couldn’t deny myself any longer. I’m not surprised she isn’t coming; I probably scared her.
“Something bothering you, son?” My father doesn’t look up from his newspaper.
“No,” I lie.
“Your mother mentioned a young lady coming along to attend to Daisy?” This time he pulls the paper down, his eyes peering over the top of his reading glasses like he used to do when I was in trouble as a teenager.
“Possibly, yes. Daisy’s schoolteacher actually.”
“And what happened to the nanny?”
I don’t like his insinuating tone. My father and I get along, but that’s about it. I certainly don’t take any sort of fatherly or relationship advice from the man. I try to keep it strictly business.
“She quit. She wasn’t long term anyway; she graduated college and moved out of state with her girlfriend.”
“You know, I dated a woman once who had a girlfriend.”
“Yes, Dad, I remember. She also was my nanny. And then you dated the one after as well. Unlike you, I don’t hire nannies as forms of entertainment or flavors of the month.”
His insidious smile falters. “You don’t have to be so vulgar, Weston. When will you stop throwing my past in my face? Your mother has forgiven me.” He flicks the paper back up with a harrumph.
Womanizer doesn’t hardly begin to describe my father. He has a long history of more than reprehensible behavior toward my mother, my nannies, his secretaries, flight attendants, and so on. It’s more than embarrassing and a reputation I made sure not to perpetuate. He thinks that since he’s managed to keep his dick in his pants for the last five years, he deserves to be absolved from everything.
“Darling, is she coming or not?” my mother asks in a hushed tone, making sure Daisy isn’t in earshot.
I look at my watch again—two minutes till the doors close. Technically, we could leave now since the crew and pilot are here but I’m too hopeful to leave early.
“I guess not.” Then I pause, tilting my head. “Did you hear something?”
“No, dear,” my mother says.
I walk down the aisle, sticking my head out the door when I see Daphne, tumbling out of a car, struggling with her bags. “I’m here! I’m here!” she shouts and I can’t keep from laughing. I walk down the stairs, reaching for her bags to give to the cargo manager.
“Imagine that. You waiting till the last minute to catch a flight.”
“Doesn’t sound like me.” She places one hand on her hip, the other shielding her eyes from the morning sun as she looks up at me. She has a smirk on her face, one that’s making me want to pull her to me and kiss her feverishly.
“You came,” I say, stepping an inch closer to her.
“I came,” she says softly.
“Darling”—my mother pokes her head out of the doorway—“the pilot says we are ready to go. Oh, hello dear!” She waves at Daphne.
“Thank you.”
“Of course.” She smiles and it’s genuine.
“Well, let’s go surprise Daisy.” I usher her toward the plane, trying not to stare directly at her plump ass that’s eye level in front of me, the thin material of her pants doing nothing to constrict the movement. I already gave myself a stern talking to about expectations and behavior on this vacation. This is not my chance to devour her, defile her, fuck her senselessly.
I will be on my best fucking behavior, I repeat to myself over and over.
“I’m so happy you made it, dear,” my mother greets Daphne with open arms, planting an air-kiss on both of her cheeks. “Alec, darling, this is Daphne Flowers, Daisy’s teacher whom she’s told us so much about.”
I watch as my dad rakes his eyes over Daphne and I want to cover her with a blanket. Her loose top and linen pants do nothing to reveal her delectable figure, but that doesn’t matter to my father.
“Pleasure.” He smiles, reaching out his hand toward her.
“Pleasure to meet you as well.”
“Daisy is back there. She has her headphones on and is buried in her tablet.” I don’t even think twice; my hands instinctively go to her waist as I walk behind her down the aisle. It feels right. Daisy looks up from her tablet in shock, a huge smile lighting up her entire face. She yanks off her headphones, pushing off her seat to launch herself toward Daphne.
“Miss Flowers!” Daphne crouches down, almost knocked over by the impact of Daisy.
“Hi, sweetheart.” She smiles at Daisy. “Are you excited for your vacation?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Are you coming with us? Daddy, please let her come, pleeeeease?” She drags out the word, her eyes pleading with me as she jumps up and down in place.
“She’s coming with us, sweetie.”
“Yay! Oh my goodness, we are going to have so much fun. Let me show you my stuffed animals I brought with me. Have you ever played the My Little Pony game?” Daisy is already bombarding her with information, pulling toys and stuffed animals out of her backpack while simultaneously trying to show her the game on her tablet.
“Daisy,” I say softly, but Daphne looks over her shoulder at me, shaking her head.
“It’s okay.” She turns back to Daisy. “Wow, that is the prettiest unicorn I have ever seen!”
We all take our seats for takeoff moments later, Daisy talking Miss Flowers’ ear off the entire time. Part of me is a little bit jealous wondering if Daisy will prefer her company the entire trip and a bit jealous wondering if Daphne will even want to spend any time with me.
Not why you invited her. Best behavior, remember.
I shake the thoughts from my head, grabbing my laptop and burying myself in work for an hour or two. I try to keep my focus on my screen, but my eyes keep drifting over it, toward her. She’s a natural with my daughter. I wonder if she wants children of her own. I wonder what she would look like pregnant. I run my hand over my jaw, my chest growing tight with the thought of getting her pregnant myself.
She’s far too young. Too sweet.Besides, I already destroyed one woman who was too good for me; I won’t do it again.
My mother clears her throat and I look over at her. She’s staring at me with a knowing look. A look that I know will come with a lecture later. I turn back to my computer, focusing on my email for a bit until I see that Daisy has fallen asleep.
I stand and walk to the back of the plane where Daphne is sitting. “Would you like something to drink?”
She looks up at me. “Um, Diet Coke, please?”
I motion for the flight attendant. “Can you bring a Diet Coke and a scotch when you get the chance?”
“Right away, sir,” he says.
“So, what made you change your mind?” I take the seat across from her, a large recliner-style seat that gives us privacy away from my mother’s prying eyes.
“I’m not too sure honestly.” She smiles, avoiding my gaze by looking out the window.
“Here you are, sir.” The flight attendant places our drinks down.
“Hmm, that’s a shame.” I take a sip of my scotch. “I had hoped it was another reason.” I don’t know why the fuck I’m playing with fire here. All that bullshit pep talk nonsense about behaving is clearly out the window the moment my dick takes over.
“You’re right.” She nods. “It was the money.” She flashes a coy smile before sipping her soft drink.
“Did I say I was paying?” I tease.
“I think, if I’m remembering clearly, it was somewhere in the tens of thousands actually.”
I whistle. “That’s pretty steep. What all does that include?” I test the waters, taking a large gulp of whiskey this time.
“Now, Mr. Vaughn,” she lowers her voice, “you’re not suggesting something illegal, are you?”
“Never. I know how you like to follow the rules. On a more serious note, I don’t expect you to watch her twenty-four seven. She tends to go down pretty early during vacations. She tires herself out running around so your evenings will be completely free and you’ll have some time to yourself as well.”
“So are we going to a resort or something?”
I shake my head. “We stay on the yacht. Take a smaller boat to shore for excursions. Well, I stay on the yacht I should say. My parents like to go to The Four Seasons usually for a night or two. They enjoy the restaurant there and the spa.”
“How big is this yacht?”
“Big enough you can have your own area and won’t have to worry about running into me.” I wink at her.
“Should we toast to vacation then?” She lifts her glass.
“You sure you don’t want something stronger first? It is vacation after all.”
“Maybe I’ll try what you’re drinking.”
“You like scotch? I’ve got a great reserve on the flight.”
She laughs. “I don’t think I’ve ever had it actually. My dad is a Jim Beam kind of guy—that’s his ‘fancy’ liquor of choice. I snuck into it once or twice as a teenager but learned my lesson after throwing up.”
“Ah, well, I can assure you this is much smoother. You want to try it?” I hold out my glass toward her and she hesitates before slowly taking it from my hand. Her fingers graze mine and the same spark I felt the night I kissed her comes rushing back.
She lifts the glass to her lips, taking a sip. Her eye twitches and she coughs. “Whoa, that is strong. That’s what I picture my grandpa drinking on his back porch with a cigar.” She laughs.
“Damn, I didn’t realize I was that old yet. I do enjoy a good cigar now and then.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. You’re not that old.” Her cheeks redden. “Not that you’re old, I just?—”
“It’s okay. It’s a fact that I’m quite a bit older than you.”
Her eyes fall to her glass as she runs her fingers over the rim. “Only seventeen years.”
“You know how old I am?”
She blushes, her voice cracking a little. “Yeah, I saw it when I looked you up on the internet.”
“And when did you do that, Daphne?” I’m not sure if it’s the liquor already but my voice grows deeper.
“After I found out who you were when we met at school.”
“Yeah, about that.” I toss back the rest of the scotch. “I think I owe you more than one apology for my past behavior.”
“Really?” She crooks an eyebrow at me. “And what has brought on this change of heart, Mr. Vaughn?” She’s being flirty and between that and the alcohol, it’s lowering my inhibitions.
I chuckle, leaning forward in my seat as I reach my fingertips out to rest against her knee. “Probably the night you fell into my lap and made me realize my frustration with you wasn’t because I didn’t like you.”
“No?” I watch her throat constrict. “What was it from?”
I stare at her, thinking long and hard about how I want to answer… how I should answer. “Tell you what, in the spirit of being on my best behavior, Miss Flowers, I’ll keep that answer to myself.” She looks disappointed. “We’ll be preparing for landing soon. I should wake Daisy up and get her buckled in properly.”
We make it to the yacht just in time for lunch. My chef has prepared a buffet of options. “Your father and I will take Daisy ashore to the kids pool at The Four Seasons after lunch. We just found out the Tallmans are there with their grandchildren.”
“You’re welcome to stay aboard or go ashore,” I say to Daphne as my mother takes Daisy to go change into her bathing suit.
“Oh okay, what are you doing to do?”
“I’ll go talk with the captain, see how things are going and then probably do a little work. It’s great swimming around here. There’s snorkel gear somewhere aboard.”
She stands and walks over to the ledge, peering over. “That’s a long way down. Do you jump or is there a ladder?”
“You can certainly jump if you’re feeling adventurous but there’s a water level exit and entry on the side and off the back. Come on, I’ll give you a tour.”
I walk her around the boat, showing her where she will be staying and that her luggage was delivered to the stateroom. “My room and Daisy’s room are at the other end of the boat; I believe my parents’ room is as well.”
“Thanks.” She fidgets with her hands nervously. “Think I’ll take your recommendation and go for a swim.” She stares at me like she wants me to say I’ll join her or maybe she wants me to step into her room. I’m tempted, so tempted to push her onto the bed and keep her preoccupied for the next several hours. I step closer to her, reaching out to grab the back of her neck and pull her toward me till our lips meet. It’s quick and heated.
“I’ve thought of nothing but tasting your lips again,” I murmur against them before sliding my tongue between them. “I promised myself I would behave with you on this trip but I’m not sure I can do that.” I kiss her again, deeper, harder till she’s moaning, then I step back, leaving her panting, her hands against the wall behind her.
“Why?”
I contemplate lying, telling her some noble bullshit about not wanting to abuse my position of authority over her but I don’t. I want her to know exactly the kinds of things I want to do to her.
“Why behave? Because stuffing every hole in your body with my cock and tongue for three days straight really isn’t an option with others on board. Why won’t I be able to keep my promise? Because all I can think about is stuffing every hole in your body with my cock and tongue for three days.” I reach my hand out to touch her chin gently. “I’m heading upstairs for a bit. Find me if you need anything.”
I leave her in her room and head upstairs to talk to the captain. After we talk, I take a stroll around the decks, stopping to enjoy the scenery of the crystal water. The sun dances across the surface of the ocean like diamonds. The only time I actually spend any time on this yacht is once a year with Daisy and my parents, most of which I usually spend on board working. This time, I promise myself it will be different. Seeing Daphne interact with Daisy makes me realize the time I’ve already wasted with my little girl. It also makes me realize the void in Daisy’s life, not having a mother and being an only child. I push away from the railing I’m leaning on, walking back toward the front of the boat.
I pause, looking down to see Daphne on her back, in a swimsuit. Her arms are stretched overhead, one leg bent, the other straight. Only a string and some scraps of material keep her covered.
Fuck me, she looks good.
I allow myself to take in her tempting body on display, the sun glistening against her skin. I want to pull her bikini bottoms to the side and bury my face between her thighs. My mouth waters, and my cock twitches in my pants, begging for attention. I can’t be certain because of her sunglasses, but she looks like she’s staring right at me. She stretches, rolling to her stomach before coming to all fours, giving me a perfect view of her from behind. She arches her back slightly, pushing her ass up even further, the scrap of material covering her pussy visible to me. She adjusts her towel, falling forward to lie on her stomach but not before she undoes the back of her bikini top.
Fucking little tease.
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. It takes every scrap of restraint in me not to walk down there, lift her hips up, and bury my cock inside her. Against my better judgment, I make my way down to where she’s sunbathing.
Why deny myself? She clearly doesn’t want me to, and I clearly have no intention of actually behaving on this trip.
“Enjoying the sunshine, Miss Flowers?”
“I am. Enjoying the view, Mr. Vaughn?”
I laugh, looking around to make sure we’re alone. “Was that your intention? To tease me?”
“I’m just enjoying the sunshine.” She hooks her top and rolls over to her back again.
“You know, Miss Flowers,” I say as I pull a deck chair closer to her and take a seat on the end of it, my elbows resting on my knees. “When I first met you, I thought for sure you were just a sweet, innocent young woman, but the more time I spend with you”—I wag my finger at her—“the more I think there’s something brewing beneath that buttoned-up exterior. Perhaps”—I run my hand slowly over my jaw as I let my eyes take her in—“you just need a little coaxing.”
“Coaxing?” she repeats.
“Mm-hmm. Do you want to play a little game, Daphne?”
“What kind of game?”
“Think of it like Simon Says. I’ll tell you to do something and you do it.”
“That seems a little one-sided.”
“Do you trust me?”
“No,” she says abruptly, making me laugh.
“Good girl,” I say, deciding to call her bluff. “What would you say if I told you to pull your bikini bottoms to the side and pleasure yourself for me while I watched?” Her lips part and I hear a sharp intake of air. “Or do you prefer the other way around? Maybe you want to watch me get off? Leave a nice trail of my cum”—I reach my fingertip out and drag it lightly down between her breasts to her belly—“on your smooth skin?”
I watch as her skin breaks out in goosebumps, the slight shift in her thighs as they squeeze together. “So timid,” I murmur as my fingers dance across her lap and up her thigh. “You know how I know you’re not innocent, Miss Flowers?”
“How?” Her voice is raspy, her fingers curled into her towel the way they were curled against my chest that night I first kissed her.
“The way you kissed me back. That tongue of yours has starred in many of my fantasies. In fact,” I say as I place both of my hands on her knees, gently sliding them down her inner thighs, spreading them apart, “I think you’d know exactly how to suck my cock if I put it to your lips, wouldn’t you?” She doesn’t respond but I can see her throbbing beneath her bathing suit. My hands reach the crease of her inner thighs. I reach my thumbs out, running them along the edge of her swimsuit, a shiver running through her body. “Wouldn’t you?” I repeat the question more sternly.
“Yes.” Her response is almost a moan as I reach for the edge of her swimsuit and pull it to the side.
“Oh, Miss Flowers, that is mouthwatering,” I say as I look down at her pink pussy. “Look at how wet you are.” I slide one finger over her, causing her thighs to try to close.
“Out here? In the open?” she asks, looking around frantically.
“Now what did I just tell you earlier was going to happen on this trip? I told you I planned on stuffing every part of you, didn’t I? Keep your legs open,” I command as I take the same finger and slide it all the way inside her roughly.
“Ohhh…” She grips her towel tighter, her head and shoulders pressing back into the chair, causing her back to arch upward as I pull it out and slide it back in again.
“That’s just one finger, sweetheart.” I feel her walls clench around me as I slide a second one inside her. “Just imagine how full you’d feel with my thick cock inside you.” I can feel her lose control as I pump my fingers in and out of her, her body growing tense as her breath grows rapid.
“Fuck, just listen to how wet you are for me.” I pump my fingers into her, my cock throbbing in my pants as she clenches around my fingers. “Look at me.” Her eyes flutter open and find mine. “Have you touched yourself like this, Daphne, while imagining my cock inside you, filling you, stretching your tight pussy till I come inside you?”
“Yes, oh yes, please don’t stop.”
“Are you begging me to let you come?” I crook my fingers inside her, hitting her G-spot. She tries to respond but it comes out in a groan. Her legs convulse, her moans growing louder until she comes on my fingers.
“That’s right, baby. Soak my fingers so I can taste you.”