7. Victor
SEVEN
VICTOR
I was going to lose my goddamn mind.
I gripped the armrests with a white-knuckled grip as my girl crawled, fucking crawled, to the edge of the bed, dragging her toys along with her.
I breathed deeply, soaking in every intoxicating note that made Lucy. From the bodywash she used to the perfume she liked to spray on and the way it mingled with the fresh scent of her heady arousal. My mouth watered for a goddamn taste.
I wasn’t going to survive this.
This was how I was going to die.
But if I took my last breath watching my woman play with herself while her eyes and attention were solely focused on me, then I’d go a happy man.
With a deep breath and slow exhale, I took my hand off the armrest to scrub my face. The sight of Lucy all nice and settled on her bed, slowly spreading her legs for daddy’s eyes and only daddy’s eyes, wasn’t new to me.
We’d done this almost on a nightly basis.
But it was the first time I was within reach, her eyes settled on mine.
“Daddy,” she whimpered. I gripped the armrest again. My feet dug deeper, harder into the rugged floor beneath to stop me from making my way to her.
“I’m so wet.” She breathed heavily, her bottom writhing on the mattress as her little black-and-pink skirt rose higher up her thighs. They pressed together tightly then loosened, again and again, while Lucy tried to find some relief.
“Show me,” I rasped, and those eyes, her beautiful fucking eyes, sparkled with joy at my harsh demand. Her reaction only fed the beast in me. “Show me how wet you are, Sunshine.”
“Victor.” Hearing her say my name as she slowly, way too slowly, pushed the material up her thick thighs had me close to snapping the last shred of control I had in two.
“Fuck,” I cursed, my body leaned forward. I felt like a feral animal that had gone way too long being caged and unfed. An apex predator ready to pounce and maul and devour its prey.
“Show me how wet you are, baby.” Her legs spread instantly for me, and there it was.
An almost innocent strip of white cotton.
Cotton that clung to her pussy lips, so ruined, so moist that I could see her bare little cunt.
“Can you see how wet I am, Daddy?” she asked, playing our game like she was born to it.
Maybe we both were? I couldn’t imagine feeling this way about anyone else, exploring these things with any other being. There could never be anyone else for me. This daddy/baby girl kink was something that came to life with her. Because of her.
“I see, baby. Look at that tight little pussy hole all nice and drippy for me. What got you so excited?” I hardly recognized my voice through the almost animalistic scratchiness in my tone.
“You. Thinking about you,” she confessed. My nose flared. My chest heaved heavily as my nails dug into the upholstered armrest.
“Me?”
“Yes.” She swallowed, and my eyes caught the way the pads of her fingers gently stroked her cotton-covered slit. “Thinking about you. About Victor, of you being the same person.”
“My sunny girl is so damn smart,” I rumbled with pride.
“Figuring it out.” Her lips parted, and soft little sound vibrated in the room.
“Grab that little peach you have there, baby,” I directed and watched as her red-painted lips turned glossy after she licked them.
She picked up the fruit-shaped vibrator, holding it like it was one of her favorite toys.
“Turn it on.” The request sounded more like a demand, but by the way her gaze hooded as a soft humming noise joined the soft symphony of our heavy breathing, I didn’t think she minded.
“Good girl. Now put it on that perfect little pussy.” Her arm extended, and before her fingers could pull back the material, I tsked. “Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “Over your panties.”
“But, Daddy.” Her bratty little whine made my head feel dizzy with power.
“Be a good girl for daddy and do as he tells you to, and he’ll give you a nice, big, creamy reward,” I promised, unable to help stroking my palm over my pant-covered cock.
Her eyes flared, and she nodded with enthusiasm before she did as she was told.
Running the peach up and down her slit, making a soft little moan.
I watched, fully captivated, head swimming with lust and love as her hips started to move.
She looked like a goddess up on her throne.
A goddess I was more than ready to lay my life on the line for, to pray and worship at her feet.
“Such a good girl. You have any idea how many times I’ve jerked myself off to this?”
“Watching me?” A sassy little brow rose. “I think I know.” If I were close enough, I would spank her for mouthing off and being so damn sexy it made my balls ache.
I bit down on my bottom lip.
“Watching. Re-watching,” I shared. Her eyes flared, and a wolfish grin stretched my lips. “You didn’t think daddy would record your shows? Fuck, even imagining being right here, at arm’s length and somehow managing to keep my hands to myself.”
“You’re farther than arm’s length,” she pointed out with a moan.
“You’re right.” I stood and took three long strides that brought me to the edge of her bed.
I fell onto my knees, and her eyes locked with mine.
Every damn nerve in my body wanted to reach and touch her.
But I had made a promise. I might be fucked up in the head with no sense of boundaries compared to other men, but my word was my bond, and soon, Lucy would know I didn’t say or do anything I didn’t mean, and I always, always kept my promises.
“Daddy.” Lucy’s hips moved to a rhythm I was already more than familiar with.
“I taped each and every one of our one-on-ones, baby girl. Jerked my dick raw to them on days I couldn’t talk to you.”
“Daddy,” she whined, arching her back, lifting those hips up like she couldn’t get that little peach to rub close enough.
“Pull those panties off. Slowly,” I instructed, and she didn’t waste time. Once she was bare and open, she picked up the peach.
Her eyes locked with mine. Dilated with pleasure and desire and something that looked a whole lot like love shined back at me.
Holy fucking shit, I’d known Lucy was mine in every way, but there was something humbling, something so mind blowing, so incredible at seeing the trust she had in me as she handed over her submission to me.
This little kink of ours wasn’t about being sick in the head or dealing with unprocessed issues.
It was a power exchange.
She might do as I said and call me daddy as she looked up at me like I was some kind of protector and provider, but she held all the power. I lived and breathed and would die for her. Work down to blood and bone to make her happy.
“Put that little peach on that pretty little starburst for me, Sunshine,” I coaxed.
She swallowed, her breathing visibly shallow.
Her eyes fluttered shut the moment that peach started to suction around her bundle of nerves.
“Such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?
” I growled. My knees bounced with unfurled energy.
“Jesus, baby, look at you, so damn perfect,” I grunted, undoing my belt slowly without taking my eyes off her little pussy.
“Daddy,” she whispered softer and sweeter than I’d ever heard her before.
“Look at how drippy wet you are for daddy.” My mouth watered as I popped the top button of my pants to get some kind of relief. The steel monster between my legs was aching to be freed.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what, Sunshine?” I goaded, needing the words more than I needed air in my lungs.
“Touch me.”
“You get what that means?” I swallowed hard, standing to my feet but keeping myself anchored as if it would hold me back from touching her.
She nodded, but I shook my head.
“Need your words, Lucy.” The words vibrated in my chest. “You tell me what daddy wants to hear, and you’ll get it. You’ll get all of him.” Her eyes drifted to my crotch, belt and button undone, the bulge of the monster behind it, waiting to claim her, almost obscene.
“I’m yours. I’ve been yours, Victor,” she said, sealing our fate.
Hearing her words, the steady tone she spoke them in, obliterated the small fraction of control I had.
Instead of pouncing on her, my hand enveloped her delicate ankle. Her leg relaxed, and my fingertips skimmed their way up her calf to the edge of the socks before pulling one sexy little knee sock off, revealing the hot pink shade she’d chosen earlier at her pedicure.
“So fucking pretty,” I rasped, kissing the inside of her ankle before pressing my lips to the tops of her feet and moving my attention to the other leg and doing the same there. When I was done, a knee hit the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight.
“What do you think your subscribers would do if they could see me in here with you? Daddy with his pretty girl, about to ruin her for anyone else who might come sniffing around.”
“Daddy,” she whimpered. My hands teased the hem of her skirt.
“You want me to touch you, don’t you?”
“Please!” She nodded her head against the pillow, her strawberry-blonde hair a halo of soft fire behind her.
“I know you want daddy’s fingers on your little pussy, but first things first.” My hands roamed up to the hem of her blouse and, with a hell of a lot more patience than I thought was possible, I undid button after delicate button.
Kissing her stomach after exposing her skin. Swirling my tongue around her navel the way I wanted to do with her clit before finishing up, unbuttoning her blouse. The taste of her skin seared into my memory just like the sight the last button revealed.
My little girl wasn’t wearing a bra.
“All bare? No bra?” I asked, tweaking both her nipples at the same time.
“Daddy!” she cried out.
“You sexy, little, slutty girl. Did you do this hoping I would get on and watch you?”
“Yes!” she hissed, and even though the moment was hot and heavy, I knew she was speaking the truth.