Eyes For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 2)

How old is Jason?

The sparkle in his eyes is an effervescence that tells me his age doesn’t matter right now; he strikes me as a man with experience, a man that knows how to please a woman that’s for damn sure.

I feel a tingle begin in my body when I notice his eyes on me. My nipples harden and stand erect just by looking at him. I don’t even dare drop my eyes down to his slacks, very well knowing how easily I’d get caught peeping. I’m not too slick. I’m aware of this.

I’m eighteen years old, and still living under the same roof as my father, listening to his daily commands. It hasn’t been the same around since mom passed years ago. It’s never been the same.

I don’t necessarily have what you call a ‘social life’. My father isn’t one to let me do much with his odd ways ever since mother’s passing, which is the exact reason why I need to find an out from here.

One day, I’ll get to truly experience love, travel, life. I yearn for the many experiences I’ve only ever dreamed of. I’m craving love, love from a real man. I’ve never found the time for a relationship, and I can easily put some of the blame on me. I never attend parties; it’s not like I could even if I happened to oddly enough get an invite, my father would never allow it. I don’t have many friends; I keep to myself. But tonight, Jason’s presence is rather exciting.

His voice has a rough edge to it but lifting. Maybe that’s what turns me on about him… who am I kidding, everything about him is turning me on right now.

“Tonight, we relax and celebrate,” my father declares, raising his brandy glass as I watch Jason do the same.

This is my time to make a move. There’s no need for my presence down here and I’m ready for my time with Jason, now.

More than ready.

“Well, I’m off to bed for the night.” I say, smiling as I stand and then reaching over to give my father a hug goodnight.

I pull away and turn my attention toward Jason, his eyes possess the same sparkling desire as they did in the guest room earlier.

I’m not sure if my father would be happy with the idea of me secretly, and undoubtedly, crushing on his business partner. But not just his business partner, his close friend.

Yikes. This isn’t the best spot to be in Mia.

I give a polite smile to the two of them before turning to head up the stairs. I want to flee up to my room with these overwhelming feelings, but I pace myself to walk as casually as I can, careful to not come off as too eager to get away.

As I walk into my bedroom, I take in a deep breath as I try to calm myself from the heat stemming between my legs.

What is this man doing to me?

I stand in my room for a moment, feeling unsure of what to even do with myself. I’ve never felt this worked up over a guy. I can’t believe the effect Jason has on me. I feel obsessed, obsessed over his attention, his touch. After I showed him up to his room earlier, he made it clear he wants more from me. I can’t say I was upset; I want what he has to offer. I want to know what he plans to show me, to teach me. I’m just not sure what my father will think of all this…

I feel ashamed of myself for thinking Jason would be interested in a girl like me. After all, he’s not here for me tonight. He’s here to entertain my father; even drink some brandy at my father’s expense. If he wanted to be up here with me, he would’ve made a move to do so.

Maybe I’m acting crazy here... yeah, I’m acting crazy. I’m not sure how to feel, not even sure how to even act as I’ve never felt a desire so strong that every thought is consumed with the thought of him.

I hear my father and Jason continue bantering downstairs. I decide it’s time to make a move to get prepped for bed.

For what feels like hours on end, the chatter from downstairs begins to dwindle down. It’s become quiet, and then, I suddenly hear footsteps clicking up the stairs.

My bedroom door is slightly open; I get up quickly to get a view. My bathrobe is pulled around me revealing nothing, just like the proper lady I am, or think I am.

I stand at the edge of the doorway, spotting Jason appear at the top of the stairs.

Why do my knees feel all of sudden weak… my nerves take over as I watch his long strides down the hall toward me. His eyes are set on mine, holding my gaze as if he’s challenging me to look away, challenging me to back away.

But I won’t. I can’t. I can’t for the sake of my body not responding to a damn thing I’m telling it to do right now as this unnerving man reaches my door.

“It won’t be long now. Your father will be fast asleep here soon, it’s pretty evident how far gone he is. I don’t think that he’ll even make it out of his chair tonight,” Jason says, supporting a sexy smirk on his lips.

Mhm, his lips. I wonder what those could do with…

In one swift motion, he pushes me up against the doorframe, parting my lips with his tongue as he breaks through mine effortlessly.

No need to wonder…