Chapter 6
Elodie
Her mother's face fills the screen and I arrange mine into something neutral before she can read anything useful in it.
"Rye." A smile that doesn't reach anything. "Thank you for being there."
"Happy to help."
She has no idea how much.
Adrienne moves on from me immediately, which suits us both. I lean against the counter with my coffee, watching and listening.
"You look tired," she tells Elodie.
"Good morning to you too, Mom."
"Sophia notices everything, just something to keep in mind." She shifts the phone and I catch the hotel room behind her. She’s in San Diego somewhere above their budget I’m sure, but I’ll pick up the tab, no questions in order to keep stress off Scotch.
"Your father's group session went beautifully this morning.
Dr. Hale says his progress is encouraging. "
Elodie lights up, genuinely. "How is he?"
"Fragile." The pause is more dramatic than necessary.
"He's doing the work, he really is, but he needs to know things at home are as they should be.
He needs positive reinforcement right now.
" Her eyes settle on her Elodie with the particular warmth that always comes with strings.
"He was asking about you, wanting to know if you were ready for your trials, and I told him you were at the top of your game ready to make him proud. "
Make him proud.
I take a long, slow sip of coffee.
"I can’t wait to call him tonight with good news." She lets that sit exactly long enough to do its job. "I know you won't let him down."
"She won't," I say, and both of them look at me. I hold her mother's gaze with the most pleasant expression I can muster. "She's ready. Tell Scotch everything's handled on this end."
She doesn't entirely trust me but she'll take what I offer when it suits her. "Thank you, Rye." Back to Elodie, her voice dropping into the register she reserves for her motherly manipulation. "Call me the second it's finished. Don't let anything distract you today. You know what I mean."
She means me.
"Love you, baby."
"Love you too, Mom."
The screen goes dark and the kitchen settles into quiet and I watch Elodie do what she always does.
Play the perfect daughter part. Eighteen years of being the thing this family points to when they need to feel like everything's going to be fine, and she still absorbs it without flinching, sets the phone face down with one of those smiles I’ve seen too often.
I set down my coffee and cross the space back to her, planting both hands on the counter on either side of her. She doesn't retreat. She just tips her chin up and looks at me the way she does, like whatever's coming, she was already waiting for it.
"She means you," Elodie says.
"I know exactly what she means." My mouth finds her neck and I feel the real exhale come out of her, the one nobody else gets. "You've got one hour before any of that matters, and nobody in this kitchen needs a single thing from you except me."
Her hands find my shirt and I think, good. I want Elodie to feel every bit of that weight lift off her until there's nothing left but me taking care of her.
Which, I intend to do.
Right.
Now.
I’m slurping and drooling as I attack her tight little opening with my mouth. It’s been twelve hours since I saw her standing in the crowd at the club.
It feels like a lifetime.
It’s an hour before her little home visit and tryout. The kitchen at her house is a third of the size of the one at mine, but she tastes just as good here as she did when I ate her out on the counter at my house before we left.
“I just want to see if you taste as good on every kitchen counter.” I hiss into her clutching wetness. “I also have another little surprise for you.”
I lap at her clit as she shakes and moans, reaching into the inside pocket of my suit jacket and pull out the fully charged little silicone toy. I have a closet of toys at home with her name on them. Things I gathered in my delirium once she turned eighteen and my fantasies turned into madness.
“Wha—what’s that?” Her voice shakes as I touch the slender tip of the toy to her opening.
“You’ll find out. But this stays in you until I tell you to take it out, do you understand?”
Her mouth opens but I steal her words by sucking on her clit and easing the sleek, insertable vibrator into her still sore opening.
She hisses but I lick away any discomfort. God, hoe badly I want to push her legs apart and sink back into her down to my balls but I won’t. I can’t.
She wants this dance placement and I promised to help her in any way I can to make that happen.
I didn’t have enough time to look up how to get to the powers that be that run The Ford Center Dance Company otherwise I would have showed up wherever they are with a stack of cash and a nine-millimeter hoping they would take the cash and I didn’t have to use the other.
But I’d do whatever it would take. Unfortunately, there wasn’t time for me to intervene so here we are.
Her back curves off the counter as she pants and I work her with my mouth.
“I want you in side me.” She whines and the storm inside me grows but I can’t. Not now. She’s just starting to walk like every step isn’t lighting off a firecracker between her legs and she has a performance to give so it’s my job to make the best decisions for her no matter what my dick wants.
“Can’t do that, baby. Now, come for Daddy. Make me happy and soak my face with a pretty, sloppy little squirt.”
“No!” She snaps. “I need you. I want Daddy to fuck me again. I won’t tell, I promise.”
God, I nearly spill in my pants. The undercurrent of taboo between us is not lost on me. She’s my niece for all intents and purposes. Half my age.
There are hurdles to get over for sure, I won’t hide her. She deserves a full life, out in the open even if the first parts of our relationship are bumpy, I’ll smooth them out. By any means necessary.
I keep at her soft pussy with my mouth while I pull out the pen sized controller for the vibe that’s being cradled by her soft wet walls and click the end three time and she nearly launches off the granite.
My heart booms, my breathing ragged as I lap and suck and lick, swallowing down her sweet nectar as mine, mine, mine pulses inside me.
If she only knew the obsession I’ve harbored for her for a year, would she be scared? Hate me?
She thinks what happened between us last night was right place, right time and me seeing her as something I never had before.
She’s wrong but I’m going to let that little secret ride for now.
God, this girl has me by the nuts for sure. I’m not sure she understood what her little crush on her uncle could turn into.
Did she just want me to take her shopping, teach her to kiss, give her baths and protect her from the big bad wolf?
Because, I’m the fucking wolf and I’m still not a hundred percent sure she understands that.
“God.” She hisses then corrects when I pinch her clit between my teeth. “Daddy! I mean Daddy!”
A growl crawls up my throat as I drag my tongue along her slit.
Mine. Every gasp she makes, every buck of her hips into my face, is a map of my ownership.
“Daddy…” She fists the hem on the pink sweatshirt she picked out from the bags of clothes that were delivered and tugs it upward, her quaking little belly in full view.
My fingers dig into her hips, holding her still while my mouth devours her and the vibrator pulses inside where I can’t wait to be again soon.
“Christ, you taste sweet,” I snarl against her clit, teeth grazing the bundle of nerves until she jerks and squirts.
“Rye!” She reaches down and claws the sides of my head when I wiggle a finger at her little back entrance then push it just inside.
Tight. Fucked-up tight. The girl’s a goddamn miracle.
“What… what are you—”
“You’re gonna take it here soon,” I mumble into her lush pussy, pulsing my digit in that tight ring of muscle while my other hand pulls her leg high and wide.
She shudders, hips rolling against my face. Innocent but greedy, clutching at my head like she’s drowning in what’s happening. When I bite down on her clit, she goes off like a fucking rocket.
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.
It’s the most beautiful word.
“More, more,” she whines, breathless and desperate. Her legs shake, her free foot banging on the counter, as I push another finger inside her ass. “Rye—!”
“Not yet.” I laugh, moving my tongue over her clit. “When I say.”
Her eyes snap open and she snarls, actually snarls, before her thigh slaps against my cheek. She gasps, her tight little asshole clamping down on my fingers like a vise.
“Beg,” I emphasize with a flick of my tongue, going back to working her clit in circles, back and forth, up and down until her tits heave, lips parted, cheeks flushed. So fucking pretty when she’s wild, thoughtless, just reacting and needing what I’m giving her. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your—your cock! I told you,” she hisses.
“You don’t want to come?” I twist my fingers inside her, watching her spine bow like a whipcord.
“I do, I just…F-Fuck me! Please, Daddy, fuck me—”
I release her leg from my hand and bring my palm down on the side of her ass hard.
“I told you, you are not getting daddy’s cock right now and that’s for your own good. Now stop being a fucking brat and holding back. I want you to soak my face and sometimes, you’ll learn, it’s about what I want. Now, come on your dad’s face.”
I land one more smack on her ass, then shock her when the next two are delivered right to her clit with wet sharp smacks.
I waste no time going back to sucking on that little bud, now more sensitive with the delivery of a little pain and that’s all it takes.
She comes, wet and shaking under my mouth. Her ass and pussy full of me in one way or another.
I don’t stop.
I twist my fingers in her back door while my other hand fumbles for the vibe controller on the counter and I twist the mechanism at the top, turning it up to ten.