Daphne Vs. Daddy

Anything to have the upper hand with her. It seems to happen so rarely when I'm around her, I have to take the advantage whenever I can find it.

“Well, I can’t wait to be surprised,” she says softly.

She’s quiet the rest of the way. Sure, she’s talking and smiling, but I can tell she’s thinking about something. She’s tossing the thought around in her head, but not mentioning it for the rest of the ride.

She keeps it quiet even while we sit down to dinner.

It’s partway through dinner before the experimental drug comes up again. “How many other people are taking it?” Gisele asks as we dig into the Kumamoto Bay Oysters.

“I’m not sure, to be honest,” I say. “I know my doctor is overseeing at least three more patients who are taking it, but I don’t know how many other doctors have patients under their supervision. I tried to break my drug and alcohol addiction so many times over the years, and just couldn’t kick it no matter what rehab clinic I enrolled in or what psychologist I saw. This drug, as bizarre as some of its side effects are, has truly changed my life around.”

“Does it bother you that I’m drinking wine?” she asks, holding up her glass of blush wine.

“No, although I’ll tell you now, bourbon is still hard for me to smell. That was always my alcohol of choice, although in the depths of my worst addiction, I’d drink anything you'd hand me. I don’t remember a lot of it, but I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that I was drinking cough syrup or cooking wine.”

“Oh yikes,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me. “That’s nasty.”

“Addicts usually are!” I say cheerfully. I’m not ashamed of my past—it’s made me who I am, even if I have no desire to repeat those years.

Once we finish with our meal, I pull her out onto the dance floor, moving with her to the crooning of the jazz singer and band. She feels right in my arms—more right, more real, than anything I’ve ever had before.

I dip her in my arms, and I hear light applause around us. I look up and realize that we’ve gathered a bit of an audience. I straighten, pulling Gisele upright, and she waves, blushing, as I take her off the dance floor.

We leave the restaurant, out into the crisp night air, and I’m wondering how I can convince her to come back to my place, when she asks, “Want to come back to my apartment?”

“Yes,” I breathe. I want that more than anything.

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Gisele

As we walk into my apartment, my knees are knocking together. I haven’t been this nervous since George asked me out on a date in seventh grade. I want Stone to fuck me, and this time, I want him to remember me. I have been watching him all evening, and he isn’t high on the experimental drug, at least not that I can see. His eyes are focused, even if they seem to spend most of their time focusing on my tits, and he seems completely aware of his surroundings.

Finally, I’m going to have my night with Stone – not in a bathroom stall, not in a nameless hotel room, but in my apartment, in my bed. I pull him into the house, slamming the door closed behind him, and began pulling at his tux, wanting to rip it off him with my teeth. Stone in a tux is sexier than ten James Bonds put together.

But, he stops me, his hand on my shoulder. Why is he stopping me? I blink, staring up at his face through a haze of red desire.

“Tonight, I finally get to remember you. Tonight, I get to make you mine.”

I nod, trying to keep my mind focused on his words and where he could possibly be going with this, and not focused on getting his cock into my mouth, but I’ll be honest, this was much harder than my Honors English final in 12th grade, and I’d thought that was going to kill me off.

“I want to do this the old-fashioned way.”

That clears a little more of the fog out. That sounds…decidedly un-fun.

“Old fashioned?” I repeat. I’m hoping this doesn’t mean he presses a kiss to my forehead and walks out. Please oh please oh please…

“No penetration tonight. Just you and I, mouths on each other, pleasuring each other. Let’s take it slow.”

Ohhhhhh…this means I do get to put my mouth around that delicious cock of his.

“Deal!” I say and start dragging him towards the bedroom.

Oh yeah, this time around, you’re not following me inside. Not yet. Let me try him out and see how he fucks sober.

Don’t worry, Stone will probably start talking to you right as soon as he wakes up…

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