The Walkers Estate
Arriving at Dean Walker’s estate, I can feel the tremors in my legs as I walk through the door. Perched on a high stool in the kitchen, I look around. He’s not anywhere in sight.
“Daddy.” Kate calls. “Where is he?” I roll my eyes. You wouldn’t think she was a grown woman of twenty-nine calling for her daddy because he hadn’t greeted her the moment her feet had crossed the threshold.
She wanders around the house in search of her dad, but as my eyes rest on the window, I spot him emerging from the pool.
Shit.
This man was ripped like a beast.
Water drizzled down his firm abs, his dark hair falling over his face, the little droplets of water cascading down his tanned skin, my eyes roaming lower, looking at the bulge in his already too tight swimming shorts that clung to his body.
Biting my lip, I watch him until he moves out of view.
Oh fuck.
He was like sex on a stick.
“Daddy.” I hear her call as she rushes towards him, clearly oblivious of the fact that he was soaking wet. He wraps his arms around her while glancing my way. I can’t help biting my lip as I look on as his dark gaze falls upon me.
“I’m glad you decided to—come.” I just nodded, trying to mask the fact that his words affected me. It was innocent, I told myself. It’s my perverted mind that took it to another place. “So what are you girls going to do tonight?”
“I was going to meet Daniel tonight, you don’t mind, do you, Brook.” Yes, I did fucking mind; she couldn’t leave me here—alone with her very sexy daddy.
“Of course not,” I smile. She races off, taking her luggage upstairs, leaving me alone with Dean.
My eyes roam across his body once more, biting down hard on my lip. My eyes dip lower, staring at the bulge in his very wet shorts. My tongue slowly moves across my lower lip, entranced by the shape of the bulge in his shorts.
I don’t even notice he’s come closer until I can smell his musky, earthy scent surrounding me.
His body presses against mine. “You don’t want this, Brooklyn.” I want to play dumb, but he already knows how I’ve been looking at him.
“How do you know what I want?” I gasp. His hands grip hold of the counter he currently has me pressed against.
“You don’t want to play this game; it’s more danger than you could handle.” He whispers in my ear. Before moving away from me with a slight upturned smile.
More danger than I could handle, well fuck, I was excited just by having his wet hard body pressed against mine.
He was probably right. Plus, he was Kate’s dad, so I couldn’t do this even if he wanted to.
That was a big no. I couldn’t fuck my best friend’s dad.
Even though the thought of it sent a thrill through my body.
Kate hadn’t stayed long; she had gotten ready and gone to meet the infamous Daniel that I’d never met.
I’d heard of him, but I’d never met him.
She said he was just a friend. I’d rolled my eyes, sure, because we all wore ‘fuck me’ heels to meet a friend, but I didn’t pry. She would tell me when she was ready. Maybe she wanted to keep him a secret.
I had a secret of my own, but not one I’d ever share with Kate.
I had spent the last few hours locked in my room, fantasising about the hot daddy across the hall. His body, voice and scent had been placed as a permanent fixture in my mind.
I was driving myself crazy thinking of how delicious it would be to have his naked body against mine; my body was shaking at the thought of the many positions I had imagined he’d put me in.
Jumping out of bed, I put my silk shorts and vest on and silently walked down the stairs.
It seemed like a safe time to grab a drink; after all, it was dark outside.
Dean was in his 40s. Men of his age went to bed early, didn’t they? So I knew there was no chance of running into him, not at this hour anyway.
Padding my way across the kitchen, I feel the shudder as the cold tiles connect with my bare feet, switching the kettle on, putting a tea bag in the mug. I hum a familiar tune while shaking my hips to the song I hum out loud.
“I thought I was the only one up,” I scream and crash into the side. The mug topples. He rushes over, catching the mug before it smashes to the ground.
My heart is still racing from the sudden fright his voice has given me.
He seems amused as he looks at me. “Can’t sleep?”
“Uh, no.”
Pushing his body against mine once again, I feel his searing heat travel to the place between my legs. I hold in a gasp as he reaches across my body to grab a mug. “Me neither.” He whispers in my ear.
The contact of his body causes shivers to rise from my very core, I could instantly feel the dampness between my legs and my nipples beaded hard beneath my thin silk vest, turning to grab the kettle his eyes slide down my body, a small smirk appears at the side of his lips, “what?”
My hand reaches for the kettle, but instead he catches my hand in his, pushing me back against the counter. “What do you want?” His glazed-over eyes wrap across my body, settling on my hardened nipples.
“I want nothing.”
“Really…I can see I turn you on, Brooklyn, but I can promise you I’m not what you want…the things I’d do to you would be—too dark for an innocent thing like you.”
Holy shit.
“Maybe your perception of me, Mr Walker, is—W—wrong.” I stutter out a response.
The way my words came out, I no longer felt confident, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about all the dark and delicious things he’d promised I couldn’t handle.
“Be a good girl now, go to bed.” he whispered.
Slowly stepping back, creating distance between us, I could finally breathe.
Every time he stood close to me, it felt like I held my breath and just got lost in his dominant aura, the aura that seemed to overpower me, or maybe that was just him.
With each step, my bravery intensified. My hands pushed against his bare firm chest. I almost lost my bottle as his masculine, earthy scent swarmed my senses once more. “goodnight Mr Walker.”
I don’t wait for a response as I turn and walk away from the temptation standing in the kitchen. I can feel his eyes on me as I walk away.
Before I slip out of sight, I turn my head, leaving him with a slip of a smirk before I duck out of sight.
I swear I hear a groan erupt from his throat, but I keep walking so I can’t be sure.
Walking up the stairs I enter my room closing the door I sigh as I slump down onto the bed, with my hands in my head my thoughts are racing, I’d thought I could avoid him when Kate had left but all I’d done was make my desire for him grow.
Shit.
Seeing him half naked with only a pair of tight grey jogging bottoms and when he pressed his hot body against mine had my mind going to places, it shouldn’t.
Dark, seductive places that it should never go.
His words pierced my body with heat. I’d wanted him to show me just how dark he could be, but I couldn’t do that. Could I?
Sliding out of the bed, I open the door while peering into the hallway.
His room is straight across from mine. I’m wondering if that was a happy coincidence. His door isn’t shut; it’s like an invitation to walk inside. My feet shuffle from side to side.
I can’t invade his privacy after all. What if he caught me peeping into his room? What would he think? He’d probably think I was a weirdo if he didn’t already.
But as I argue with myself, my feet move towards his room. Opening the door wider, I step inside but find it empty. I can hear water. Glancing into the mirror, my mouth gapes open.
There he is stood in the shower, I can see the water cascading down his heavenly muscles, his tanned skin looks like perfection as the water slowly glides across it, his toned firm ass clenches and I bite my lip to stifle a moan that’s begging to be released but as my eyes roam lower, I see the monster that he’s been hiding in his pants, my mouth gapes open at the size of his hardened cock that bobs happily beneath the water.
I shouldn’t be looking at this, but try as I might, I can’t tear my eyes away from his body.
His eyes suddenly meet mine.
Shit.
This is the part where I should flee in embarrassment. I can already feel my cheeks burning with heat, but still my eyes are fixed on the scene before me.
I’m in a trance and I just can’t tear my eyes away, he moves the shower door wider so I can see him more clearly, he’s taunting me on purpose as he grips hold of his large hardened cock running his hands firmly up his shaft his eyes never leave mine.
Once more I bite my lip; he smirks at me while a soft groan can be heard falling from his lips.
My body trembles, and I shake my head before turning and running back to my room.
Shit.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
How was I supposed to face him now after I’d seen that?
It was fine when it was a fantasy in my head, but seeing the reality of what he had hidden in his trousers, that is all I’d be able to picture every time my eyes went south.
God, Brooklyn, you just couldn’t do as you were told could you, you couldn’t just go to bed like he’d said.
You had to take it one step further and go spy on him.
Flopping onto the bed, screaming into the pillow, I wonder what the hell has gotten into me, and I know that answer too.
Dean Walker hadn’t gotten into me, but oh boy did I want him in me.
I wanted to be down on my knees, allowing the water to cascade down my body as I tasted him.
I wanted to taste this sinful man on my lips.
I wanted to be the reason he groaned his pleasure. That slight moan had me soaking wet. There was nothing sexier than a man’s moans, and I wanted Dean Walker moaning beneath my touch.
Undressing quickly, I lay on the bed. If I couldn’t have him for real, I’d have him in my head. How many times had I fucked myself over the years thinking of him? Too many to count.
It seemed so much more sinful doing it knowing he was only across the hall, my legs parted as push past my slippery wetness, finally dipping my fingers inside.
Feeling the hot depths of my pussy drip at the thought of laying beneath Dean Walker, the man who had brought me many orgasms over the years.
Pushing my fingers further, the tremors crawl across my body, moans slip from my lips as my hips jut with every forceful push as my fingers enter my hot centre.
My back arches as the pleasure crawls through me. “oh Dean,” I cry out as I push myself over the edge, feeling my pleasure slide across my fingers.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” He’s standing in the doorway with a dirty smirk playing across his lips.
I scream at the sudden disturbance.
“What are you doing in here?” I jump up trying to reclaim some modesty but, lying naked on top of the covers, I quickly realise I’m not getting any modesty anytime soon.
“You watched me—I thought it only fair I return the favour.” His eyes wickedly gaze back at me.
I’m not sure what to say because he wasn’t wrong. I had been watching him, but he’d known I was watching him. I thought I was alone. How had he stayed quiet the entire time I’d been pleasing myself over him?
He’s walking towards me; my body trembles with excitement.
Climbing onto the bed, he’s now towering above me. I think my heart is about to stop.
He’s slow with his movements, and I just lay there and watch as his dark gaze crawls across every part of my body. “You’re not a good girl after all.” My eyes widen. “In fact…I retract my earlier statement.”
“What statement would that be?” I whisper.
“You’re not a good girl; in fact, you’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” I bite my lip. “Hmm, that—.” He points to my lips. “Makes me want to show you just how dark I can be.” His growl hits my core, sending shivers between my legs.
His hand grips my wrist, holding it in the air. I try to pull my hand back, but he overpowers me. “Be a good girl and stay still,” he whispers. I stop moving and do as I’m told.
His tongue slides up the fingers I’ve just fucked myself with, taking my fingers into the depths of his mouth he suckles, lacing his tongue across every drop of my pleasure that had dropped onto my fingers, a loud moan slides past my throat, “mmm, just delicious,” he smiles.
His head moves down until his mouth hits my ear. “I told you, Brooklyn, not to play with me.”
“But I didn’t—.” I try to protest.
“You want me?” I just nod my head. “Be careful what you wish for, little girl; this wolf plays…dirty.” As fast as he’s laid across me, he’s moved at lightning speed and he’s once again standing by my door.
“Goodnight, Brooklyn.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Walker.” His face screws up at the formality of his name once more, and right before he leaves, a dark look washes across his face. Laying my head back on the pillow, I stare up at the ceiling.
“What are you doing? You’re in way over your head?” I mutter to the room.