12. Weston
“That young lady has her entire life ahead of her.”
My mother’s voice draws my attention as I walk back toward my room, instantly causing the smile on my face to disappear. She’s sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, sipping a glass of wine.
“I’m not sure what you’re insinuating, Mother, but I’m well aware of that.”
“You know what I’m insinuating. I see the way you look at her, the same way your father used to look at anything with tits and two legs.”
“Don’t ever compare me to him again,” I mutter, taking a seat across from her.
“I know you’re nothing like him, but I can also see a poor decision brewing. I’ve known you your entire life, son, and for as much as you want to think you can lie to me, I’m still your mother.”
I sit silently, tapping my fingers on the armrest of the chair. “It’s not like that.”
“I know, Weston, that’s what concerns me.” I give her a questioning look. “Ever since Mira died, you haven’t kept a single woman in your life for more than a few months. Now you bring one along on a family vacation and let her get close to your daughter?”
“She’s her teacher and Daisy enjoys having her around; it’s for her benefit. I didn’t bring her home to meet the family. She’s being paid.”
“That doesn’t make it better when you come walking from her room shirtless. It makes it icky.”
I feel anger burn in my chest at my mother’s suggestion that somehow I’m paying her for her company or sex. She means more to me than that. I’m about to say as much when I stop myself.
This is the first time I’ve felt anything for a woman since Mirabelle.
“We’re done here. Good night, Mother.” I stand and walk back to my room, shutting my door harder than necessary. I crawl into bed, hoping to fall asleep, but my brain is racing. I feel guilty for feeling something for Daphne, fear for acknowledging it for the first time. I also feel guilty for how I treated her earlier, the things I said. In the moment I didn’t; she made me feel like my desires weren’t wrong or devious. Even earlier, when I told her I didn’t feel bad, I meant it, but after what my mother just said, it does make me feel like I fucked up.
I shouldn’t want to treat the woman I care about that way. I shouldn’t want to use her. I shouldn’t get off thinking about having her at my mercy while I fuck her. Then again, I shouldn’t care about Daphne Flowers at all.
I rationalize a list of reasons in my head why I’m feeling anything at all. Stress with this deal I’m working, seeing Daisy connect with a woman so well and seeing her happy, guilt for not having a woman in her life permanently, and so on. Maybe that’s what all of this really is—guilt. I feel guilty for how I treated Daphne in the past and my way of making it up to her is to make her feel desired and wanted. I flip my pillow over, hoping the coolness of it will help me relax, but it’s hopeless. I’m plagued with sleeplessness. I get up and walk over to my private balcony to sit in the balmy air.
Something I’ve never told a therapist or anyone is that a big part of my anger and frustration is directed toward Mirabelle for leaving Daisy and me behind. It’s irrational and completely baseless, but it’s the only way I can cope sometimes.
* * *
“Found another one!”Daisy exclaims as she reaches into the sand and holds up a seashell. She runs over to Daphne who holds out her hands.
“That one is so cool!” She holds it up so they can both admire it before putting it into the bucket they’ve been collecting them in.
We’ve spent the entire morning and better part of the afternoon on the beach. Paddleboarding, swimming, collecting shells, and building sandcastles. I try to keep my attention on the paragraph I’ve been reading for the last fifteen minutes, but my eyes are drawn to the two of them. That same feeling I had last night pulls at my heart. Seeing Daisy so happy, seeing how she and Daphne interact, feels so natural, like we could be a happy family.
Family? That’s an F-word I didn’t think I’d ever say again.
My mother’s warning about Daphne having her entire life ahead of her rings in my ears, Daphne’s comment on its tail.
Only seventeen years.
Seventeen years isn’t an only kind of number—it’s a lifetime. Mira struggled with being in a relationship with me because I was too consumed with work and not there for her emotionally, something I didn’t even realize was happening until it was too late. People think the glamour of being married to a billionaire with a lavish lifestyle equates to happiness, but I’ll never forget her words.
I feel like I’m living in the Taj Mahal, my own beautiful, curated tomb that is cold and empty.
Those words haunt me. How could I not make that same mistake with Daphne all over again? I had my chance.
“Daddy, Daddy, look.”
“That’s a jellyfish, Daisy, that’s dangerous!” Daphne grabs her around the waist and hoists her out of the ankle-deep water and back onto the sand as I rush over.
“Yes, sweetheart, Miss Flowers is right. Those are extremely dangerous. If you see one, let us know but run away.”
“Okay. I’m hungry,” she says, crawling up onto the beach bed as my mother approaches us from the resort.
“Are you guys having fun?”
“Yes, but Daisy is hungry so I think we will head back so she can get ready for dinner.”
“Your father and I are eating here with the Tallmans again. Why don’t we take her with us?”
I look over at Daisy who agrees.
“Oh, I packed her an extra set of clothes in her bag so she’s set,” Daphne adds.
“Come on, Daisy Mae,” my mother says, holding out her hand. Daisy grabs her tote that’s almost as big as she is and waddles up to my mom, leaving Daphne and me alone on the beach.
I lean back in the bed as she stands there awkwardly, wriggling her toes in the sand. “So, a little early for dinner for us, I suppose?”
“You’re welcome to join them if you want.”
“No, I’m not hungry yet. Are you?” She crosses her arms, then uncrosses them again. Definitely nervous.
“Not for food,” I say matter-of-factly as I let my eyes take her in. “Why don’t you join me?” I pat the spot next to me on the bed. “You deserve to relax.”
She hesitates, then sits on the bed, placing her feet on it and hugging her knees to her chest.
“Did you have a nice day?” I ask as I reach out and brush the sand from the bottom of her legs and tops of her feet.
“I did, did you?”
“Yes.” I sit up, turning to face her as I tug softly at her arms, releasing her legs from them.
“What are you doing?” She looks confused as I stretch out one of her legs, placing her foot in my lap and begin to massage it.
“I told you, you deserve to relax, Miss Flowers.” I run my thumb firmly up her insole, making her foot reflexively stretch.
“It does feel nice.” She relaxes back against the pillows behind her.
“So, I thought I’d take the opportunity to ask you a few of those questions I mentioned that night at the bake sale.” She cocks her head. “The ones I told you I wanted to keep to myself.”
“Oh.” She looks intrigued. “Okay.”
“Are you seeing Mr. Fudge Sundae?” She looks at me, confused for a second. “Preston.”
“Seriously?” She laughs.
“Is that funny to you, Miss Flowers?”
“What? No, not funny. I mean, I guess it’s kind of funny that you still think that he is the sundae I was talking about.”
“Meaning?”
“It’s you. I was talking about you when I said that to Xana.” She blushes, looking away for a moment. “She knew that I had a crush on you or thought you were attractive. I was describing you because you were—forbidden.”
I smile. “You had a crush on me? That’s cute.”
“Well, I was attracted to you at least. I guess crush implies I liked you.”
“That’s right, you clearly couldn’t stand me.” I press into her foot, her toes curling. “And why was I forbidden?”
“You know why.” Her voice drops.
“Because I’m too old for you?”
“No… because you’re my student’s father.”
“Well, that just makes it that much more exciting, doesn’t it, Daphne? Going after the forbidden?”
“Maybe.”
“Now that we’ve established that we absolutely shouldn’t indulge… how do you like to be pleasured?”
“Um, meaning?”
“What gets you off?” Her face goes red again. “Do you like foreplay? Do you like your toes sucked?” I look down at her feet. They are beautiful feet.
She readjusts herself. “I—I’m not too sure honestly. I’ve never had my toes sucked.” She giggles.
“Do you like to be teased? How do you like to be fucked? Do you like it hard, deep, slow?”
“I, um, I think I’ve just had normal sex.”
“You have been fucked before right?” I stop my movements.
“Yes, I’m not a virgin.”
“That’s not what I’m asking.” I move my hands from her feet up her leg a little. “I mean when a man takes you roughly because he can’t possibly get enough of you. Using your body frantically to come.”
“I don’t… I don’t think so.”
I want to ask her how. How a man could ever have her at his disposal and not rip her clothes off and fuck her till she’s begging for relief.
“Okay, how about limits? Do you enjoy being restrained, your hair pulled, or your ass smacked? Your ass fingered?” She doesn’t answer and I can see she’s growing more fidgety. “I know those are pretty vanilla, but if I had to guess, you haven’t had much experience in that area either?” I reach for her other foot.
“I haven’t,” she agrees. “What about you?”
“I think I can confidently say I’ve had more experience in that area than you but my experience hasn’t been what you’re probably imagining. No dungeons or sex clubs.” She smiles. “And only minor injuries, no loss of life.” I wink to reassure her that I’m not trying to scare her.
I want her to be able to explore her sexuality with me because that’s exactly what I want to do with her. I release her foot before standing up and untying all the curtains that surround the bed. I release them, pulling them closed, although they don’t provide complete privacy. I sit back on the bed, spreading my thighs. “Come here.”
She scoots over and I help situate her back to my chest, her legs inside of mine. “I know you don’t trust me, but I’m going to ask you to try.”
“Okay.” She says it slowly like she’s still unsure.
I reach down and pull her hair to the side before dragging my fingertips down the front of her body. “I want to tell you some of the things I want to do to you.” I pause on her breasts for a second, my fingers slipping inside her top, finding her nipples.
“In public?” she asks but doesn’t resist or tell me to stop.
“Mm-hmm. Don’t worry. Nobody can hear us. Even if they did, I don’t think you’d tell me to stop, not after how I’m going to make you feel.”
She pulls in a sharp intake of breath as I roll her nipples between my fingers, pinching her almost to the point of pain.
“For example, I haven’t even had the chance to bite these nipples or mark your beautiful tits with my cum.” Her head lulls back a little more against me as I plump her breasts in my hands.
“What about y-you?” she stutters, “what do you like?”
“My desire is about control, having you surrender your body to me in a way that allows me unfettered access but brings you absolute pleasure.” I drag my fingertips further down, running them gently along the waist of her bottoms. “I want to know that no matter where we are, you’ll obey me. How does that sound, Daphne?”
“Um, I don’t… I don’t know.” She stumbles over her words further as I drag my tongue up her neck, my fingers dancing across her skin.
“Here’s an example—” I slip my fingers beneath her waistband, drawing small circles against her bare flesh. “I want you to relax right now, release your fingers from where you’re gripping my legs.”
She glances down at where she has her hands pressed firmly against my thighs. “Oh, sorry. Was I hurting you?”
“No.” I laugh as I continue to slide my fingers lower. “But I want you to let go, Daphne. Let me make you feel good right here, on this beach, with people walking past this bed. Can you do that for me?” She hesitates and I slip my finger between her folds and deep inside her. “Will you let me make you come?” I slide my finger out, then back in.
“Yes,” she moans, her thighs falling open a little further as I slide another finger inside her.
“Good girl. Now, while I fuck your pussy with my fingers, I’m going to tell you what has been on my mind all day.” I can feel her growing wetter with each stroke of my fingers. “I know what you taste like. I know how warm and wet your little cunt gets, but I can’t stop thinking about what it’s going to feel like having you grip me, milking my thick cock.”
“Ohhhh…” She arches her back, her hands back on my thighs.
“Not yet,” I say, slowing my movements as I bring her back down from the edge.
“Please.”
“Please, Mr. Vaughn,” I murmur against her ear as I crook my fingers inside her, my other hand reaching down to press against her lower belly.
“Please, Mr. Vaughn.”
“So obedient, I like that,” I murmur in her ear, my cock throbbing against her ass. “I have tried to deny myself from you, telling myself that tasting you will be enough. That feeling you come on my fingers will satisfy me, but I think we both know that will never be enough. It won’t be enough till I have you filled, stretched.” I quicken my pace, my fingers going deeper as I press against her clit. “Completely stuffed with my cock while I fuck you mercilessly.”
“Yes, yes!” The words are strained as she grips my thighs, her own beginning to quiver as I finally let her come. I keep my fingers inside her for a moment before slowly pulling them out, her release dripping from them as my mouth begins to water. I savor every drop as I lick them clean, instantly kicking my desire into overdrive.
I grab her by the back of the neck, pushing her forward onto her forearms so her ass is in the air.
“Oh.” She catches herself, looking back at me as I pull the material of her swimsuit aside to look at her glistening.
“Fuuuck.” I grip her ass cheeks, leaning forward to slide my tongue deep inside her before licking up her slit to her asshole. My cock throbs, my balls tightening, begging for release. I know it would only take a second to pull myself free from my shorts and sit her back right on my cock. I take in a deep breath, releasing her and pulling her back up to a sitting position.
“We need to get back on board now.” I barely give her enough time to get her things before I’m practically dragging her to the dock and into the boat to take us back to my yacht. I want to pull her onto my lap and kiss her, but I know if I do, I’ll end up giving the captain of this boat an eyeful he didn’t ask for.
“My room, now,” I command as we walk through the hallway of the yacht once back on board.
“I need to shower,” she says, looking back at me over her shoulder.
“No, you don’t.” I grab her hand, walking in front of her and tugging her faster. I pull her through the threshold of my bedroom and into my arms. My tongue is in her mouth, my hands tugging at her cover-up and swimsuit. I guide her hand, shoving it down my shorts and wrapping it around my length.
“You feel what you do to me?” She strokes me slowly and it already has me paralyzed. I break our kiss, looking down at her small hand, not even able to fully grip me. I can’t take it any longer, and I pull her free from her clothes. “On the bed,” I bark, looking down at her body fully naked for the first time. Her full tits look perfect, outlined by her tan line, her perky pink nipples just begging to be sucked. Her waist dips in above her hips, giving that perfect hourglass shape. I stroke my cock as I look down at her. “I’m going to wreck you.”