5
Andrea
“How is this possible?” I look in awe at the indoor swimming pool, with glass ceiling and walls that make me feel like I’m hanging over the edge of a cliff.
The Detroit skyline outside shows the sparkling gold glass of the high rise towers on the river as the sun sits high in the sky.
“There are few impossible things with the right influence and the right amount of money.” Erik’s voice reverberates and echos in the steamy space. The humidity in the natatorium hugs me in its warmth.
Yes, natatorium. Erik told me that’s the word for the room with the pool in it, and I absolutely adore it.
His home is unlike anything I’ve seen, even in magazines or movies. It takes up the entirety of the fortieth and forty-first floors, along with a garden and grassy expanse on the roof. Erik let me wander wherever I chose, keeping nothing off limits as his eyes ravaged me as I moved around. Touching his things, breathing in his scent around ever corner of the immaculate, modern space.
“This is like New York,” I finally say on a sigh, kicking off my wooden clogs, then dipping my big toe into the shimmering light-blue water, holding onto the curved chrome handrail where the steps sink down into the water.
“This is far better than New York,” Erik says, and even through his tough fa?ade there’s that nurturing part of him. The part that turns me on more than it should.
“How is it better?” I ask, kicking off my fake Louis Vuittons and dipping my toe into the water above the steps.
“You’re here,” he says in a low rumble, and the thought that I came to him only for leverage to get my aunt’s house saved pokes at my gut.
Is that why I’m here? Is that the only reason?
Securing the one thing left for our family with the temptation and offering of my body?
I didn’t expect the other feelings to be sidetracking my plan. The way he looks at me and shows the softness beneath his hard veneer is tugging at my heart.
Sounds like you need a Daddy.
The words he said to me in his office come back in a fever. I have to follow through on my offering, whether or not I still believe it’s only for the cause, and whatever happens, I can never tell him my intention was to seduce him and use my assets to influence him into giving me what I want.
The ball of conflict twists in my belly as Erik stands there, hands in his pockets, staring at me like he can see what I’m thinking.
In a burst of nervous energy, I strip off my denim skirt and t-shirt, then bolt around the edge of the pool to the deep end on a running start, and leap.
“Last one in is a rotten egg!” I shout as I curl into a ball, hands clasping around my bent knees as I hit the surface of the water in my best childlike cannonball. My flesh smacks against the cool water as it swallows me into the shimmering depths.
It’s been years since I’ve been swimming. A hotel in Traverse City where I stayed with Jess on our skydiving outing.
I have that same feeling now. Like I’m weightless, and nothing exists besides me and the bubbles that surround me, and the way Erik reminds me of what it would be like to have a father that makes you the center of his world.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I release my legs, kicking and stretching my arms toward the surface, opening my eyes just as I break through the water into the warm air of the natatorium with a gasp.
“What the hell are you doing?” Erik’s voice echoes in the tall ceiling as I bob in the water, laying out, so I’m floating on my back, before treading water and turning to see him swimming my way with a cinch of anger in his brow.
“A cannonball?” I answer as I realize he’s standing in the center of the pool where his feet still touch the bottom, only his shoulders and head above the water.
And he’s fully dressed.
“Don’t ever do that.”
“Do what?” I churn my arms and legs, keeping myself bobbing above the water, my swimming skills coming back to me like riding a bike.
“Jump like that again, and you’ll be over my knee. Daddy will not allow you to put yourself in danger.”
All of the air is sucked out of the world.
Our eyes are connected, and I feel them reaching down into my soul.
There’s fury in his eyes. Veins stand out on his forehead, while thick tendons push through the flesh on his neck.
He’s terrified.
All my feminine parts clench in unison.
“Come here.”
Something inside me tells me I should swim away from the angry man that’s part of the group that is set to destroy part of my family legacy.
But, instead, my legs are kicking, my arms swinging as I swim toward him, stopping just short of where he’s standing. “You come to me,” I challenge, a hint of defiance lacing the words.
I’ve never complied with a man’s order in my life. But I have a sense, with this man, I should do just that. Still, old habits are hard to break, and offering him my body was one thing, but I can see in his eyes he wants more.
“Andrea…” He says it so softly I almost miss it. The tension shows in his jaw and his shoulders, broad as they are in his soaking wet suit. I can still see the hardness of the muscle underneath.
His demeanor changes. There’s still some fear in his eyes, but now they are softened by something else… For one disquieting moment, his confidence wavers as his hand rises from under the water, outstretched between us.
“Take my hand. Come here.”
I tilt my head, kicking in a fury under the cool surface of the water, the chlorine stinging my eyes, making my skin feel dry.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” I allow that word to drift between us like bait on a hook.
A hook we are both tempted to bite, knowing once the barb finds its place, we will forever be slaves to its power.
Erik’s dark eyes light as though there is a fire behind them. He looks strange standing there to his chest in the water in his suit, his hair still dry, his hand hanging between us.
“I can’t swim, babygirl. If you were sinking to the bottom of the pool, I would dive in and try to save you, but I’d likely die with you. Don’t ever do that again. Don’t scare me like that.”
His voice is thick with sincerity and truth, and the rawness of his admission makes my clit throb.
I find myself swimming his way, closing the space between us in two long breast strokes.
I slip my wet hand into his and his fingers immediately clench around mine, tugging me the rest of the way toward him until I’m pressed against his chest, my body buoyant, my legs finding their place around his waist as his slide down my back, locking me against him.
My barely-there wet bra has turned translucent, my nipples clearly visible through the damp flesh-colored fabric, like deep pink pebbles demanding attention.
“I'm beginning to wonder if you’re a dream, Tootsie Pop,” he grumbles, his lips finding the sweet spot on my neck, making me shiver and press my sex against him as he bobs my body up and down while walking us toward the stairs.
“I hope you don’t think it’s a nightmare,” I counter on a tense smile.
I’ve not been this close to him before. The lines at the corners of his eyes are deeper than I noticed before. There’s a ruddiness about his skin and the unruliness of his beard that makes that Viking part of him come alive right in front of me.
This is not a game anymore, and part of me wants to retreat back to the toying text messages and the feeling I had that this man was unattainable. Untameable.
Then, something dawns on me I can’t believe I didn’t realize before.
“Were you texting me and acting like you care because you knew I was the niece of the lady whose house was holding up your big money-making project? Were you trying to manipulate me?”
I suddenly want him to let go.
What if I see something in his eyes that confirms my new suspicion. My heart is already crawling its way into his pocket, and as turned on as I am, it is preparing for a fatal injury.
The water sloshes around us as Erik ascends the few stairs onto the pool deck, his hands moving to grip my ass as though he’s saying, no matter what his answer, he’s still intent on taking me up on my offer of giving him anything in exchange for his help.
Something twists inside me as he shakes his head, the cooler air raising goosebumps on my wet flesh.
His giant body makes me feel small and fragile. My breathing picks up as I wait for his answer, his eyes offering no clues.
I fight the urge to wrap my arms around his neck and curl my head into his shoulder. When the tension is ready to break me, he stops.
“I was texting you because I wanted to know everything about you. I was texting you because the idea of not being wherever you were was driving me crazy. I didn’t know anything about you being connected to that house until you came to me yesterday.”
I believe him, although there’s still a part of me that tells me this is all too good to be true.
“You have dangerous business associates,” I start, as he lowers me to the pool deck, stepping back so his eyes can feast on me for a long moment.
“I’m not one of them. But I’m not Mr. Rogers either.” His hand works the knot of his lavender and black-striped tie, tugging at it until he whips it off, dropping it to the ground with a wet smacking sound. “There’s been a darkness inside me. It’s served me well, kept me at a distance from anyone outside of my family.”
He strips his suit jacket, then starts on the buttons of his shirt, and I fall into awe-filled silence. His chest is decorated with rich dark hair, a few shades darker than his beard. It’s curly and wild, like a man from another time. The lights from the ceiling cast down his body, making him look surreal as he strips off his shirt, peeling it from the bulk of his arms as his eyes stay locked on mine.
His forehead is knit together as I suck in a sharp breath. His fingers work his belt, then the button on his drenched dark gray slacks. Finally, the zipper goes down with excruciatingly slow clicks, and my heart sticks in my throat.
He stops after his pants fall in a soaked heap at his feet, bending down to free his feet from the squishy socks and shoes, until he’s standing there in just a pair of plaid boxers the color of the fall leaves outside.
I don’t realize my hands are on my breasts, fingers slowly rolling my nipples, until his eyes sweep over me, going wide when they reach my chest.
“Do you feel like there’s distance between us?” I whisper, again afraid his answer will break my hopeful heart.
He shakes his head, stepping my way until we are barely an inch apart, but he doesn’t touch me anywhere. The heat between us catapults down into my core, the buzzing energy between our wet bodies enough to run every streetlight in the city.
“No. I don’t want distance with you. I want to be close to you in a way I never believed was possible.” He pauses, his breath tickling my neck as he leans next to my ear. “You like when I call myself Daddy. When I talk to you like you are my special girl. My precious prize. My possession.”
His words are sweet poison. Warmth spreads from between my legs outward, like a star exploding out in the dark vastness of the universe.
“You’re mine. I meant it when I said I was taking you. I’ll protect you forever, but I’m also keeping you. Forever.”
His voice drops down into my soul as I slide my hands up the rippled hardness of his chest.
His lips move against mine, the contact of my hands breaking the barrier between us as his body goes hard, the length of his manhood pressing wildly outward on his boxers.
He stops, staring at me as he holds the sides of my face. “Fuck. Jesus.”
“What’s the matter? You… don’t like the way that I kiss?”
“I love how you kiss, Tootsie Pop.” The words are said with so much feeling it makes me gasp. “I never knew I would enjoy kissing. I didn’t… I didn’t realize this was what it was all about. When other people got into kissing, in movies or whatever, I just assumed it was the anticipation of sex, but it’s not. This is a destination of its own.”
I quirk my lips, starting to giggle, then realize he’s deadly serious. “Wait. You’ve never kissed anyone before?”
“No. Never kissed anyone. Never held anyone. The only hugs I ever got were from my family, and they weren’t...”
He hesitates, but I don’t. I let my hands continue their journey up his torso, snaking my arms around his neck, pulling myself up like I’m a pole dancer and he’s… Well, you get the idea.
“Like this?” I murmur, and his nostrils flare as his pupils widen into black holes. It’s like all the calm inside him is sucked away.
Our lips brush, then his tongue glides into my mouth. He tastes like sweet, salty candy, and I’m spinning. Spinning and getting lost in the way his bruising fingers dig into my cheeks, holding me like I’m already slipping away.
How did we get here? Was Thanksgiving just four days ago? From introductions before dinner to now calling him Daddy and pressing my body against his, greedy for all he offers, losing all focus besides the urges thumping inside of me.
Our lips lock, our tongues twisting as we taste each other, and a deep moan rises from the center of my being.
Pleasure winds through me as I push against him, wanting all of me touching all of him. He must sense the urgent need climbing through me. His hands retreat from my cheeks, sweeping down my back until he’s back on my ass, pulling me up and onto him, walking us forward as I keep my lips against his, his tongue pushing in deeper, taking and tasting.
We walk and kiss as he winds us through doors and hallways. The sound of soft music as I softly hump against him. The tension building between my legs to a throbbing desperation.
The lighting around us changes, and there’s the sense of warmth as he lowers me onto the softness of what has to be a bed, the weight of his massive body covering me, pinning me, and I sigh into his mouth.
I couldn’t escape if I tried. He’s massive, but how massive I didn’t understand until his weight came down on top of me.
His fingers dig into the curve of my ass, before releasing me, his lips breaking from mine. I hate the loss of our kiss, but his body starts to move against me, his eyes finding mine.
“Eyes on me, baby.” His deep voice only primes the warmth in my core until it’s seeping out of me as the hard length of his erection rubs against me.
I’m breathless and lost in time when I feel his hand pushing upward at the crest of my inner thigh, pulling my panties to the side as I rake my nails down his shoulders in desperation.
He growls in response, which causes my hips to push upward, grinding myself against his steely length.
“Baby needs what Daddy has,” he whispers, as his fingers find the sensitive flesh of my outer lips, then hard knuckles glide upward, finding my clit as I arch and twist, moaning, then lifting my head until my lips meet the hardness of his shoulder, licking and tasting the savory smoothness of his sweat-slick skin.
For a moment, I think I should stop this, but then I realize, why? Decadent waves of pleasure weave in and out as his lips move on my neck, the rough friction of his beard warming my skin as I’m left blind by the invading sensations.
“God!” I shout into his shoulder as a finger pushes inside me. His thumb rubs my clit against my pubic bone in quick circles.
“Not God, baby, Daddy,” he says into my ear. “This pussy is telling me all sorts of stories. First, it’s telling me you’ve saved yourself for me. That’s right isn’t it?”
I nod as the tingling pleasure starts to roll through me.
“You’re mine, Tootsie Pop. I knew that on Thanksgiving. I was so fucking thankful for you that day, but now, your sticky, juicy, pretty pink pussy is making me realize being thankful isn’t even close to how I feel.” He lifts his weight from me, wild eyes latching onto mine. “Once I get inside this hot, young, never been fucked pussy, I’ll be on you at every turn. You saved all of this for Daddy, didn’t you?”
“Yes, for you…” I whine, the demanding pulse between my legs nearly blinding me with pleasure and pain.
“I need a taste. You kept this pussy innocent for me, so I’m going to make sure it gets special attention before I destroy your cherry. I want you to be addicted to what only I will give you before I introduce your untouched holy-land to its new master.”
Lust grabs me down low as Erik pushes up and off me, down, down, down, licking until his face pushes between my legs. “I didn’t think you could get more beautiful, baby. But I was wrong.”
His growl is followed by a thick swipe of his tongue through my folds, ending on my clit as he mounts my sex on his mouth.
“Daddy is going to need this from you, day and night, princess. One taste and I know I’ll never get enough. Get used to riding my face, baby, my mouth is going to be your new throne.”
My thoughts scatter as his lips pinch at my sensitive nub. His tongue follows, sending wild bolts of lust outward, his hands taking control of my legs, spreading them until the tendons ache, and I bow off the bed.
The slow drags of his tongue, then the winding of it around my clit, send me into orbit. I tear at his hair, babbling incoherently as waves of heat pulse outward from below my belly button.
His hands, his tongue, his mouth, they own my body. Screams rip from my throat as he pulls my hips off the bed, thick fingers holding me against his mouth as he attacks me everywhere, then focuses everything on that bundle of desperate, greedy nerves until I take flight, and he bears down on me ruthlessly.
Convulsions take me, but Erik’s hands hold me solidly connected to him. My arms swing wildly outward as he rides my orgasm with more licking and rubbing. He is aggressive and demanding, grunting into my body as though my pleasure is matched by his own.
“You made me do this. You’re always teasing Daddy. Pushing me. So give me what I need. Give me all that sweetness. I want to feel it streaming out of you as I swallow it down my throat.”
His words and the onslaught of his mouth shove me into bliss. My insides clench as his tongue dives into my opening. Wet, sloppy sucking sounds fill the space as I scream until there is no more sound left in my raw throat. Things inside me rearrange themselves in crazy, twisting pleasure, my body shaking as the world turns white.
As my insides clench and pulse, wetness streams out of me. Erik towers above me, dropping his boxers, his hand encircling his angry-looking thickness, stroking up and down as my vision returns and the buzzing in my ears quiets.
“Daddy is going to need something from you, baby. When I take out my cock and tell you to kiss it, you’re not going to fight me, are you?”
I swallow hard, my thoughts in a chaotic tangle, but I hear myself say, “No. I won’t fight.”
“Good girl.”
In the blinding bliss, I don’t notice Erik moving over me, his thick thighs straddling me, the heavy swinging weight of his balls swaying in my vision as he reaches above my head, tugging a pillow from behind me and organizing my head on top until he’s satisfied. Then he nods.
“Don’t fight me. Open that mouth and do as you’re told.”
My hands find the backs of his thighs as he pushes the thick, swollen head against my lips.
I’m invaded by his man flesh in a single push, the soft, spongy helmet filling my mouth as he starts to rock in and out, giving me barely a moment to get used to his size.
He’s grunting, moaning my name as he bumps into the back of my throat, cutting off my air as the weight of his hands find the side of my head.
“You like that, don’t you? You like being Daddy’s dirty cock-sucking little girl. You’ll keep this a secret, won’t you? Don’t tell what you and Daddy do together in the dark.”
Burning tears crest my lower lids, but instinctively I sweep my hands from his thighs to the base of his girth, holding it like a lifeline as he pumps his hips.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last. Your mouth is perfect.”
I gag as he grows in my mouth, pushing against the opening of my throat, but even though I should be panicked by the lack of air, and the way he’s using my mouth as his personal fuck toy, I’m not. I’m in heaven.
“Get ready for your prize, baby. Swallow. Swallow.”
Salt and warmth fill my mouth, the jerking pulses rising from the base of his massive dick until it spurts from the tip.
His fingers tear at my hair as he bellows, calling my name and shaking as his sticky release streams from the corners of my mouth. I struggle for every breath through my nose, pride swelling inside me that I’ve given him this pleasure. Me. I did this to him. For him. With him.
Erik pulls himself from my mouth, falling in a heavy heap next to me. He tugs me against him, wrapping his leg over mine, cocooning me into his embrace.
“You made me so proud, baby. You did such a good job. How are you feeling?”
It’s overwhelming. It’s tawdry and dirty and sweet and caring.
“I don’t know really,” I whisper, as his fingers trail down my side, over my hip, his flattened hand coming to rest over my belly.
“Let me tell you. You feel like a good girl. You feel like you shouldn’t like what we did, but you do. You want me to be happy. You want to be the one that makes me happy. Tell me I’m wrong about any of that.”
I shake my head as the thumping of his heart ticks against my cheek. He’s not wrong. Everything he said is true, but how? How does he know? And why do I feel this way with him?
“I’ve never given this part of me to anyone before you. You’ll be the only one from now on that takes care of Daddy, and I’ll always be the one that takes care of you.” He pauses, kissing the back of my head. “I love you, baby. I loved you the first moment I saw you.”
I turn my head into his chest, feeling the scratch of his chest hair on my cheek as I look up, and he looks down.
“Say it, baby. It’s okay.” His face is wise and hard and soft and wonderful, as the words slip from my lips.
“I love you too, Daddy.”
A sigh softens his body as he pulls me so tight, I can barely breathe. “Good girl. My best girl.”
***
Erik’s massive body cradles me in his lap, wrapped in a soft faux-fur blanket like I’m a priceless treasure.
I shed what was left of my clothes after Erik’s mouth worked another round of magic on my newly orgasmic vagina.
He must have found some secret, hidden switch down there somewhere, because what used to be a toxic battle trying to get my body to give me the big ‘O’ everyone always talked about, has become a peaceful easy road to multiple rolling, screaming, toe-curling orgasms.
Erik could tell I’d had enough after my eyes rolled back, and my body went limp. In my heart, I wanted to keep going. I wanted to feel him pushing inside me, but he was right. I was spent, and he said he wanted me fully present when he claimed me in that way.
“You’re not cold anymore?” He rumbles into the side of my head as I stare out the window at the skyline. The warm light of a fall afternoon reflects off the orange windows of the Renaissance Center, casting the nearly all-white living room of his penthouse in a pumpkin-patch glow. “Your tummy is full?”
“Yes.” I sigh. “You are a doting daddy.”
A smile plays at the corners of his mouth, his rich beard shifting with the movement of his lips.
“I love how you say that,” he rumbles with a twinkle in his eyes. “I love watching your lips say it, too.”
I giggle a bit, sitting up as he leans back into the sofa, moving his arms to rest wide on the back like he’s admiring a work of art instead of a poor girl who bartered her body in exchange for his help.
“I love some things about your lips as well.” As I say it, I realize how much I’d like his mouth between my legs again. I’m addicted to the pleasure he gives me already.
“You are the best kind of distraction,” he says. “I’ve never not checked on work this long before, unless I was sleeping. They might send a crew over to check on me.”
I run my hands down the wide planes of his chest, the course hair slipping between my fingers.
“I like that you like your work. I hope I can have something I like to do someday.”
He tips his head, a quizzical look in his rich, coffee-colored eyes. “What is it you want to do, Tootsie? Say the word, I’ll make it happen.”
I shrug, shaking my head. “It’s not that easy. What I want to do, or what I always wanted to do, you can’t just buy your way in. You have to be a certain way. Look a certain way.”
He reaches out and turns my face his way. “What do you want to do? Tell me.”
“Don’t laugh.”
“Andrea, I will never laugh at your dreams. I am your safe space in every way. Nothing is off limits. Everything you want, feel, need… I want to know.”
Something about how he says it makes me feel safe and wanted, and I pour out all my girlish dreams of fancy dresses and runways and fashion shoots. He listens in intent silence until I run out of words and breath.
His hand moves down the fur blanket until he’s gripping the side of my ass. “You will be a supermodel then. I’m not all that enthused about sharing what’s mine with the world, but if that’s what my girl wants, that’s what she gets, on one condition.”
I tip my head. “Okay, what?”
“I’m with you at every show, makeup session, runway, backstage, studio… You will never be alone with anyone. We clear?” His lightness dims, a seriousness in his eyes that makes me nod.
“Clear, sir.”
That makes his smile return. “Such a good girl. I’m still not sure you’re real, Tootsie.”
“What do you think I am then?”
“You’re the angel that’s come down from heaven to complete me and torture me.”
I laugh. “Is that all?”
He snorts on a chuckle. “No, you’re also here to give me a hard-on I can’t seem to get rid of. And soon—”
A loud buzzing cuts him off.
Then, another ringing. Another buzz.
“Fuck.” He drops his head onto the back of the sofa. “I wasn’t wrong, they’ve sent someone to see what’s going on. I’ll get rid of them.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m honestly exhausted. I could use a shower and maybe even a nap.”
He nods. “You will need your rest, that’s true, baby. Daddy has plans to delve into every inch of you I didn’t get to earlier. In our house. In a bed that you will wake up in every morning from now on. Unless you want a different bed. In a different house, but you will still be waking up next to me. That part will not change.”