Lily
My pulse stutters. “Is this going to break me?” “Only enough that I’ll be the only one who can put you back together.
” His hand moves from under my skirt, fingertips circle my nipple, sending a shock straight between my legs where I’m already wetter than I should be.
“Good girls learn what makes their Daddy happy.” Another flick of his wrist—my insides jumble.
Before I can protest, he devours my mouth in a kiss.
His tongue is pushing between my lips, until I’m matching him breath for breath, desperate even as I try to fight all the naughty feelings for this man I shouldn’t want this way.
My voice cracks when his other hand slips lower, brushing over my clit in a light swipe that has me moaning into his mouth. We finally break apart, his eyes are wild on mine, there’s a lingering string of our combined saliva between us.
As he takes a low breath it snaps.
“I like things a certain way, baby.” He leans back to study me, eyes glinting with something feral and tender.
“Does this mean… you’re going to teach me how you like things?” He grins with a dangerous curve of lips that sends another wave of heat twisting the tension tighter in my belly
“Oh, baby, I’ll teach you so many things.” His hips roll against mine and I whimper at the pressure coming from that thick column under my ass. “But not the kind your textbooks talked about.”
I chew my lower lip, nodding quickly before I can hesitate.
His hand flattens over my right breast, thumb brushing my nipple until it pebbles under his touch.
“Tell me you crave my mouth on you.” “Yes,” I gasp, the word unraveling from my throat like silk.
Dane’s gaze darkens as he eyes my body like a hunter dissecting prey.
“I need to test this,” he rasps. His fingers pinch my hardened peak making me arch into his grip.
“Bet you’ve never let anyone kiss these.
” “I—I’ve never…done anything.” The confession spills out.
His grin flashes feral. “That makes Daddy so happy.” His palm drags lower, thumb grazing the swell of my breastbone. “Spread your legs wider.”
When I do, he groans. The sound fans over me like fire.
“Like this?” The tremor in my voice matches the tremors shaking my insides.
“Much better,” he grits out, bending to nuzzle his nose beneath my collarbone.
His shaved jaw scrapes sensitively against my skin, leaving fiery trails.
“You’re so goddamn pretty down here. I’m going to lick all that sweet teenage pussy juice up with my tongue.
” “Is that okay that I’m like that? So…wet?
” “Yes, babygirl. It’s beautiful and sexy.
It tells me what I need to know. That you are a good girl.
Such a good girl.” he pets me between my legs, grinding his erection against my thigh.
The contact sparks a wildfire between us.
Dane’s jaw tightens as he captures the peak of my breast with his teeth, biting down just enough to sting.
I yelp, fingers tangling in his hair. His hand leaves my breast, long fingers circle my ankle with a hard tug, then the other placing my heels on the edge of his desk.
The sound of voices and my classmates moving around just on the other side of his door while I lay with my legs open in front of my step-father makes my heart speed.
“Are you ready for Daddy to make you his big girl finally baby?”
God, yes, I scream inside my head but all I can do is blink. Blink.
Blink.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to agree, I’m going to do what I want either way,” his mouth descends and the contact sends my hips into spasm.
To say the sensation of his warm, wet mouth on my most intimate parts is overwhelming, is a giant understatement.
I fling my head back and forth. A guttural moan escapes me when he circles my sensitive nub with his tongue through my panties, his hot breath radiating through the fabric. “More,” I beg, voice breaking. His laugh is a rumble against me.
“You’ll take what I give you, little one.” The words sound hard but the pressure of his lips licking and kissing the little scrap of fabric between my legs feels more like worship.
“So fucking sweet. My babygirl’s pussy is top tier just how I imagined it.
” When he finally releases me to trail up his hands up my ribs, I’m sweat-slicked and panting, I reach for him blindly.
His hard length presses against my clit through the black fabric of his pants, making us both curse in unison.
“Christ,” he swears, forehead slamming down against mine. “You’re going to kill me.”
My fingers find his neck, pulling, then his cheeks, wandering down his arms, I want to touch him everywhere.
I tilt my chin upward begging for his lips but he catches my lower lip between his teeth instead.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper. “Your hands are driving me insane.” His breath hitches when I fist the front of his shirt, tugging him closer.
“You think you can touch everything but the part that needs it?” “I…don’t know how to—” He doesn’t let me finish.
Breaking our grip, he palms himself through the fabric with a groan, thumb stroking over his zipper.
“Like this,” he grits out, squeezing my hip hard enough to bruise. “Wrap those fingers around me and show me what you’re made of.”
The soft sound of a zipper stalls my breath as he grips my wrist, pulling me so my body is contorted at an angle my hand within an inch of his open pants.I hesitate—then bite my lip and slide my hand into the opening.
I explore through the fabric with my fingers until I feel it.
His breath hitches as I close around him, thick and hot in my palm.
“Fuck,” he roars, bucking into my touch.
My heart feels lodged in my throat as I swallow around it, moving my hand up and down, stroking and squeezing. The skin is like silk over a stone hard rod. It moves with my hand as Dane curses under his breath.
“Yes, exactly like that…faster…” Dane’s eyes roll back with the movement of my hand on his thick erection, jaw dropping open.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he rasps as he adjusts my hand so his length is freed from the confines of his boxers and pants.
“I can’t… breathe,” I whimper, fighting the wild surge inside me.
Panic rising. Futility tangled with desire. “This isn’t right.”
“Just keep moving your hand baby. I’ll tell you what’s right and wrong. You play with Daddy’s cock like a good girl and I’ll lick your pussy some more and I’ll make you cream all over my face, but I just need you to take the edge off real quick. So be a good girl and jack Daddy off.”
I run my hand over the hardness, looking at the thick veins that snack around the shaft as Dane spits down onto the tip.
“Rub that all over the head then up and down. Your hand feels so fucking good baby. Such a good girl for me.”
I do as he says, moving my hand up and down as he spits again and again, warm saliva oozing between my fingers until his eyes glaze over and little droplets are seeping from the swollen tip, his fingers press between the elastic at the apex of my thigh, finding my opening and one plunges inside.
“Soaking. Your little body is getting ready. This cock is going to be painted with your blood soon but I’m going to save all the cum in my balls until I’m all in on that tight little cunt baby. Stop moving your hand and let go of Daddy’s dick, you did a good job.”
He peels my fingers from his length as I lick my lips, wishing I could wiggle my tongue on that tiny slit at the top where the liquid seeps out but Dane has something else in mind as he grunts and lodges his thick cock back inside his pants.
“I like touching you.” I whisper.
“I like you touching me. You look so pretty holding my cock and you’re going to look even more beautiful when it’s in your mouth.
So beautiful I’m going to take a picture.
A hundred pictures and we can look at them together whenever we want.
” He swallows, his finger pushing in and out of my slick opening making the world go soft around the edges.
“You want to do that for me don’t you? Let me show you what that little mouth is for?
”Dane lowers his face before I can answer, his hot breath ghosting over my soaked panties before he crushes his mouth to my core.
A savage groan escapes him as pulls his finger out, then rakes both hands under my ass, yanking the scrap of lace down my legs and stuffing it into the chest pocket of his suit jacket.
He doesn’t break eye contact, those dark eyes blazing.
“You’re making all this sloppy juice for me,” he breathes.
His mouth is a furnace—a relentless swipe of his tongue there, sucking my clit between lips until I moan helplessly.
“So tight,” he mutters against me, fingers pinching and opening me, his shoulders forcing my legs open wider still.
The world narrows to the scrape of his stubble, the touch of his tongue on the forbidden places that have craved this for too long.
“More. Oh God,” I whimper, fists tangled in his hair, but he silences me with a long, slow drag of his tongue through every ridge, each pass driving my hips off the desk.
“Not God, baby, Daddy.”
The bell signaling the end of the school day rings through the office, more voices rise outside the door, the curtains are pulled shut but for a second, I think I see someone trying to peer through the littlest crack.
“Christ, you’re like pussy crack. I’m addicted.
Look at me.” He orders into my folds, his jaw rough against my inner thigh as I twitch and jerk.
“I want you to watch your father sticking his tongue inside you. Keep your eyes on me.”
Dane’s teeth graze sensitive flesh and that tongue flicks relentless circles, pushing in and out, his eyes locked on mine.
I’m barely holding on, his eyes narrow the lapping of his tongue building a pressure so sharp it feels like I’m going to come flying apart into a million sharp pieces.
He returns a finger to my opening and I nearly lose consciousness.
“I’m going to—” I snap as his thumb grinds on my clit while his tongue flicks and laps lower, biting back the climax clawing up my spine.
His head lifts again, now smirking at me between licks, face glistening with my wetness before he replaces his finger with his tongue in long, deep thrusts that make me buck and bang my head against the hard wood.
“Daddy!” I cry, my legs tangle around his neck, the hard desk under my shoulders as he eats me until my world becomes nothing but a white-hot pin prick of focus on the sensations he’s creating with his mouth.
When my body can no longer survive teetering on the edge, a searing wave rips through me, muscles clenching wildly around his tongue, his finger.
His eyes lock with mine like a challenge as I roll through a climax that has me screaming his name.
A hard palm slaps down over my mouth, scented with my arousal as I ride the aftershocks.
The orgasm is relentless. Grabbing and pulling and tossing me around until I’m a boneless blind mess with the only father I’ve ever known between my legs licking up every drop.
"This can’t be undone, baby.” He finally says when I’m done bucking and squealing. His hand leaves my mouth, my lips open sucking in air trying to refill my burning lungs. “You came on my face. You made a mess and did something naughty with me. We have to keep this a secret."
I lift my head. His eyes are on me as he finally stands. My legs still wide.
"I don’t want to undo it."
He adjusts my feet so they hang over the edge of the desk. Pulling me up to a sitting position by my hands then presses his lips to my forehead.
Then my temple, my cheek. The corner of my mouth.
My arousal is on his face and I breathe deep wanting to remember this forever.
"You need new structure now," he says against the part of my hair. "If you’re going to be mine, you’re going to be Daddy’s good girl."
Heat spirals through me.
"I want to be."
He stands straight, eyes raking over me, and there’s pride in his gaze now.
"Then you’ll follow my rules. You’ll come straight to me after school. No boys. No secrets. You’ll wait for me to get home every day, ready to please me in whatever way I need. You ask permission before doing anything that puts you in danger—physical or emotional."
I nod.
"Say it."
"Yes, Daddy. I promise."
His chest rises like he’s trying not to let that destroy him. His hands go to the knot on his sapphire blue tie that matches his eyes, adjusting it slightly.
"And you listen the first time I speak. You obey not because you're weak, but because you trust me."
"I do."
He brushes his thumb along my lip.
"You’ll wear what I pick. You’ll eat. Sleep. Take care of yourself. You’ll tell me when you're hurting. When you need praise. Or punishment. Your little body is my playground now. I’ll do what I want with it. When I want. You understand me?" His voice darkens along with his eyes.
My whole-body shivers.
"Yes, Daddy."
He nods slowly, then lifts me off the desk, my legs barely supporting me.
His eyes burn into mine.
"Now, sweetheart... tonight, when I get home, we will see how well you take direction."