Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tessica set a water bottle at each of their spots next to the plates that Connor set out.
“Can I have soda?” Gwen asked.
“Sorry, all we have is water.”
“Ick,” Gwen muttered, making a face.
Tessica ignored her, knowing very well that Gwen liked water. She unwrapped all three sandwiches to make sure they were all the same; turkey on whole wheat with mayo, mustard, cheddar cheese, lettuce, and tomato. After confirming they were, she put a sandwich on each of their plates, and added a bag of regular potato chips next to each plate before sitting down.
“I don’t like crust.” Gwen crossed her arms.
Tessica knew that wasn’t true either, but figured she’d let Gwen have that one in the hopes that it would mollify her enough to stop complaining. “Okay, I’ll fix it.” Tessica took Gwen’s plate, got a knife out, and carefully cut the crusts off and threw them away before putting the plate back in front of Gwen. “There you go, sweetheart.”
Gwen frowned at the sandwich. “I don’t like whole wheat.”
Tessica sighed. “I’ve seen you eat whole-wheat sandwiches dozens of times.”
“I don’t like it today.”
“That’s enough,” Connor said sternly. “Eat your lunch, or no crafts.”
Tessica’s stomach did a little flip-flop at Connor’s tone, even though the words weren’t directed at her. She wouldn’t have been quite so stern with Gwen yet, but she didn’t disagree with Connor’s statement, so she simply nodded in agreement.
Gwen’s head whipped around to face him. “What? That’s not fair! I’m not hungry!”
“Then don’t eat the chips,” Connor said.
“You can’t make me eat my sandwich!”
Connor shrugged. “I wouldn’t dream of making you eat anything. I’m simply stating a fact. If you don’t eat at least half of your sandwich, we won’t do any crafts this afternoon.”
“That’s mean!” Gwen’s face flushed with emotion. “I don’t like whole wheat!” She shoved her plate away hard enough that it slid across the table and bumped into the puzzle and knocked it down.
“Gwen!” Tessica said. “It is not acceptable to shove things or throw things when you’re unhappy.” She stood up and pointed to the other room. “Five-minute timeout on the couch.”
“Noo!” Gwen cried, a tear running down her cheek.
“If I have to take you over there, you’ll get swatted before your timeout,” Tessica warned.
Gwen jumped up, ran to the couch, flung herself face down, and wailed into the cushions as if the world were ending.
Tessica rolled her eyes at the theatrics, checked the clock on the wall for the time, and sat back down. She focused on Connor to check in, but he was staring at her with so much intensity, that the words got stuck in her throat.
Connor said, “I’d like to check in with you in the bedroom once Gwen settles down.”
Tessica nodded. “Of course.” She hoped he didn’t think that she’d undermined his authority by taking the lead once Gwen went too far.
Connor picked up Gwen’s plate, put it back where it belonged, and righted the puzzle. Then he took a bite of his sandwich and said in an exaggerated voice, “Wow. It’s been a few years since I got a sandwich from Sam’s Deli. It’s really good.”
Gwen’s crying went from loud wails to soft sniffles, as she clearly listened in to what Connor was saying.
Tessica took a bite of her sandwich, and then spoke a bit louder than normal. “You’re right, it’s good. Everything tastes fresh. I’m impressed.”
“I usually get the roast beef for myself, but I figured turkey would be the best bet for a crowd-pleaser.”
“Probably a good idea,” Tessica agreed. “And thank you for getting whole wheat like I asked. I truly dislike white bread. It always gets so soggy.”
“Whole wheat is a lot better for you, too,” Connor pointed out.
“Mommy Tessica?” Gwen said from the couch.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry.” Her breath hitched as she spoke.
“Thank you for apologizing.” Tessica checked the clock. “Three more minutes, and then you can come back to the table.”
Connor tilted his head toward the bedroom. “Ready to check in?”
“Sure.” Tessica stood up and focused on Gwen. “Daddy Connor and I are going to go talk in the bedroom for just a minute. You stay on the couch until we come out. Okay?”
“Okay,” Gwen agreed, wiping the tears off her face, and using the hem of her shirt to wipe her nose.
“There are tissues on the table beside the couch,” Tessica told her. “Please use those instead of your shirt.”
Once Gwen had obeyed, Tessica nodded, and led the way to the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Keeping her voice low, Tessica said, “I think the worst of it is over. She should be well behaved for the rest of the afternoon.”
“Is Gwen upset about eating lunch because she has issues with her weight or food?”
“No,” Tessica answered with a frown. She really hoped the next words out of his mouth weren’t going to be something offensive.
“That’s good. I don’t want to open a can of worms by demanding she eat something if she’s got any kind of eating disorder or food sensitivities.”
Pleased with his concern for Gwen, Tessica’s frown melted. “I’m certain she would have told me about it if she had issues around food or weight. Gwen’s issues center around her father. From what she’s said he was an unaffectionate workaholic prone to making promises and not following through on them.”
“Okay.” Connor nodded. “I can work with that. I enjoy showing affection and I always follow through on my promises, but that one will take time to prove. When we go back out, I could carry her back to the table and let her eat lunch sitting on my lap.”
Tessica’s heartbeat picked up at that mental image. “Carry her?”
“Gwen’s short, and not all that heavy. I’ll have no problems picking her up. I’ve found that being manhandled can help snap a Little or a submissive out of a bad mood. It’s difficult to be morose when someone effortlessly tosses you over their shoulder and carries you to into another room.”
Tessica’s heartbeat picked up at that mental image. “Effortlessly?”
Connor shrugged. “It was easier when I was in my forties, but I picked up one of my subs last month. I may have to stifle a groan if my old body protests, but yeah, I’d still call it effortless.”
Tessica wished she wasn’t wearing a hot sweater, and had to fan herself as her cheeks heated up.
Connor stepped into her personal space, put his hands on her waist, and whispered in her ear. “I had no idea it would be a turn-on for me, but watching you in Mommy mode being strict with Gwen makes me half hard. When she leaves I want to bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you.”
Tessica gasped. His words made her clit throb with desire. “Only if you carry me to it,” she said breathlessly.
“Deal.” He leaned in to claim her mouth with his for several moments before stepping back. “Anything else before we go back out?”
“No.”
He opened the door for her, and they both went back to the living room to stand in front of Gwen. She fidgeted and bit her thumbnail.
“Are you going to be a good girl if I let you out of timeout?” Tessica asked.
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Okay, so we’re all going to go back to the kitchen and eat our lunch. And you’re not going to complain about your sandwich anymore, are you?
“No, Mommy Tessica, I’m not.”
“All right.” Tessica turned to Connor. “Can you bring Gwen to the table please?”
“What?” Gwen cocked her head, looking confused.
“Sure,” Connor answered. He walked over, scooped Gwen up with one hand behind her back and the other under her knees. He pulled her to his chest and stood up.
“Ah!” she squeaked and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hold on. “What are you doing?” There was panic in her voice.
“Taking you to the table like Mommy Tessica asked,” he answered as he carried her over.
“But, I can walk.”
Tessica pulled Connor’s chair out before going to her own. Connor sat and settled Gwen in his lap. “I know you can, but I wanted to carry you.” Connor pulled Gwen’s plate over to sit directly next to his. “Now eat your sandwich.”
Tessica had to discreetly fan herself with a napkin for a moment before taking a long drink of water.
“On your lap?” Gwen asked, sounding scandalized.
“That’s right.” He picked up her sandwich, and held it in front of her mouth. “Do I need to feed you, or can you do that yourself?”
She glanced at Tessica.
“If I were you, I’d do what Daddy Connor says.” Tessica ate a bite of her own sandwich.
Gwen took her sandwich from Connor’s hand and finally did the same.
Soon they were all eating lunch, and Connor distracted Gwen by asking her again which craft activity she’d like to do first.
Over the course of the next four and a half hours, the three of them did the puzzle together, built some clay animals, and then painted a few pictures.
Tessica kept an eye on the clock, and at ten minutes before five, she cleared her throat. “Gwen, ten more minutes, and then it’s time to feed the animals and head home.”
Gwen pouted, but nodded. “Okay.”
Pleased that Gwen wasn’t going to argue, Tessica finished the last few strokes on her current painting, before cleaning things up.
Connor had finished his painting a while ago, and was sitting on the couch watching them. By the time Tessica was done cleaning up her brush and putting her paper on the counter to dry, Gwen had finished her painting.
Connor came over to look at both pictures. “Have you both had art classes? Your pictures are so much better than mine.”
Gwen giggled. “I took a year of art classes in college. It was my favorite elective.”
“Makes sense.” He turned to Tessica. “And you?”
She shook her head. “No, but my son Aiden loved painting when he was little, so I’ve had a lot of practice.”
“Well, I’m impressed with you both,” Connor said.
“Thanks, Daddy Connor.” Gwen turned and gave him a quick hug. “And thanks for making the afternoon so fun. I loved it.”
He hugged her back. “Me, too. I hope we can do it again sometime.”
“Will you be at Connections tonight?” Gwen asked.
He glanced at Tessica before answering. “I think we’re planning on it.”
She nodded in agreement. “We’ll be there.
“Awesome,” Gwen said. “I can’t wait to tell Susan all about our playdate.” Then she gasped. “You don’t think she’ll be jealous, do you? I don’t want her to feel bad.”
Tessica put an arm around Gwen’s shoulders. “Why don’t you let me tell Susan first. I’ll talk to Daddy Connor about it first, but maybe we’ll invite Susan to do a private playdate with us next week. That way you’ll both get to have some one-on-one time with us.”
Gwen smiled. “That’s a great idea.”
“Okay,” Tessica said. “How about you come help me feed the animals? That should help you feel adult enough to drive yourself home so you can have dinner and get ready for Littles’ night at Connections.”
“Sure.”
Connor said, “I’ll finish cleaning up our mess while you guys do that.”
“Sounds good.” Tessica led Gwen down the stairs.
Fifteen minutes later, the animals had been fed, Gwen had left, and Tessica had locked the door behind her before going back upstairs. She found Connor waiting for her at the top of the staircase.
“Hey,” she said softly.
“Hey.” He leaned down slightly, put his hands under her backside, lifted her up with him as he stood, and seemingly effortlessly tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
A squeaky little, “Oh!” came out of Tessica as her worldview turned upside down. She found herself staring at the middle of his back as he turned and walked toward the table.
“Oh my god,” she muttered, impressed with his strength, and not so impressed with the way his shoulder dug into her stomach. The fantasy was more fun than the reality for this particular activity. She was glad the table wasn’t very far away.
He carefully slid her down onto her feet in front of him. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you for hours .” He sounded impatient; almost angry. “Bend over the table.”
She grinned, pleased that he seemed to want her so badly. “Yes, Sir.” She turned and leaned down so that her chest was on the kitchen table and her ass was up in the air facing him.
His fingers trailed along her nylon-covered calf, and up her thigh, raising her skirt as he went. When he touched bare thigh, he paused.
She smirked, hoping he liked what she’d put on that morning in anticipation of this possibility.
He flipped her skirt up onto her back and muttered, “Lord, are you trying to kill me woman?”
Tessica giggled and glanced at him over her shoulder. “I doubt a garter belt is going to kill you.”
His fingers traced the lace of the garter belt and the little strips of ribbon that held the nylons in place. “It might,” he said, with lust in his eyes. “Face forward and put your hands behind your back.”
She did as he asked, crossing her wrists together at the small of her back.
Connor slipped his fingers into her black panties that matched the garter belt, and slid them down to the tops of the nylons.
The cool air on her pussy didn’t help to dampen the heat that was coursing through her. She’d been waiting for hours, too.
She heard his zipper, and then the crinkle of a package tearing, which she assumed was him opening a condom, but she kept her eyes forward. Then his big hand grasped both of her wrists in a tight grip before he shoved his cock inside her with one swift thrust.
“Oh!” She gasped, surprised by the rough start after he’d been so gentle the night before. But as he moved in and out, slapping against her ass with each forward thrust, her body responded just as strongly as it had last night. Each thrust brought her jolts of pleasure, and she tilted her back to shove her ass even further in the air, loving the sensation of him filling her from a different angle. Even his hands gripping her wrists added to the pleasure. After years of her husband wanting nothing to do with her, it was empowering to know that Connor wanted her so desperately.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said. “Everything you did with Gwen turned me on. I could barely keep it together for that last half hour.”
“Watching you carry her just about made me come,” Tessica admitted.
He groaned, reached under her with his free hand, and put two fingers on her clit.
“Oh my god.” She opened her legs wider to give him access.
He didn’t rub, just put some light pressure on the tiny nub with both fingers, and let the rocking motion of him thrusting give her friction.
After a few minutes, a whine came out of her at the frustratingly light amount of friction on her clit. “More,” she begged.
“No, I want this one to last,” he said, “If you can’t come like this, then you can’t come until after our club date when I fuck you again.”
She moaned and her clit pulsed. They hadn’t discussed orgasm denial, but in the moment, it only made her more desperate for him. “Yes, Sir.”
Each hard thrust sent ripples of pleasure across her clit, making her toes curl. She was able to take it without protest or begging for about two more minutes. “Please, Sir,” she said, tilting her hips down to get more pressure on her clit.
He growled. “Keep your ass up.”
She tilted her hips back up. “Please.”
His thrusts came faster, and intentionally or not, he put more pressure on her clit as he sped up.
Tessica saw stars behind her eyes as the orgasm rolled through her body making her cry out as her pussy clenched around him.
He grunted and pushed into her all the way as he found his release seconds after her.