Daddy's Stepstalker (Daddy's Little Deviants)

Ari

Ilosttrackof how much time passed as I lay in bed watching Daddy sleep. I had no idea if he’d woken up in the night and seen me in his bed. Common sense dictated I leave before he woke up, but I couldn’t make myself get up just yet. For as long as I could remember, this had been my dream. To go to sleep lying next to him and waking up with him still there.

In sleep, he seemed younger. He was sprawled on his back, the sheet tangled around his legs. Snores were always considered annoying, but his were sexy—soft puffs through his slightly parted lips.

I moved slowly so I didn’t wake him as I positioned myself next to him. Much better. With my head on the pillow next to his, I almost wished Mom was here seeing me now.

Look at me taking your place. Didn’t think that would happen, did ya, Mom?

My eyes roved his face and down his body. His shirt flattened over his torso, and the hem rode up high on his soft, hairy stomach. I wanted to rub my face all over that pudgy belly like a kitten, and my cock was on board with the idea. If only I was certain of how he would react.

I dared to do a lot of things in my life, but none with a greater risk than the one I was about to take. If he woke up and discovered what I was doing, there was no telling what he would do. Would he be disgusted or intrigued? Sometimes the way he looked at me made me feel we were on the same page, but he was—always had been—the perfect father figure. I couldn't bear for him to wake up and find repulsion in his eyes.

But I could no sooner stop my actions than I could stop loving this man. Obsessing over him. I shifted onto my back and slid one leg forward. I snaked my hand down my belly and into the waistband of my shorts and wrapped it around my erection. A soft moan spilled from my throat, my heart thumping hard in my chest at the risk of being discovered.

My hand was dry, which made it more difficult. I brought my hand to my mouth and spat, then rubbed the saliva over my shaft. So fucking good. For a hand job. It would have to do until he finally caved in, spread my legs, and took what I wanted to give him. I wanted his hands pressing my knees into my chest as he fucked me.

Would I be able to act innocent then, or would the dirty words fall from my lips as I begged him to pound my hole harder? He would treat me like glass in bed. His precious china. Would it be safe to show him who I truly was? Or would he be disgusted in his beloved Ari?

His dirty little boy, who made himself feel so good while watching him sleep. Oh, if only he would wake up. Be surprised at the sight of me but not repulsed. Never repulsed. I wanted him to brush my hand away and take over, his mouth mastering my cock to the point of its submission.

My back tingled, tightened, bowed under the onslaught. I bit into my bottom lip to stem the cry that threatened to come.

There was no stopping it.

My body trembled from the full force of my climax. I lay on the bed, catching my breath, and still he slept, oblivious to the pleasure he'd brought me.

If not for the soiled shorts, I would have remained in bed with him and damn the consequences. Facing him with cum stuck to my skin wasn't the way I wanted to have this discussion, though, so I rolled out of bed and tiptoed back to my bedroom. I wanted to take a shot of his sleeping form to add to my collection, but my phone was in my room, and I didn't dare to double back and wake him.

I took a shower, then sat at my desk, sketching dresses inspired by a 1950s swing style. The design program I used helped me to draw much faster, but sometimes I preferred to sketch in my notepad. My phone ringing startled me.

I ignored the call—I had a good idea who was calling—and when it rang again, I turned off the sound and headed for the kitchen to get started on breakfast. Being here in Coleyville was safe. No one knew where I was, so it was the perfect spot to lie low for a while.

I finished preparing breakfast, which came out perfectly. I rewarded myself with a cup of hot chocolate. Leaning against the counter, I stared out the window at the fresh morning unfolding. I hadn't felt this peaceful and settled in a long time. Since never, really. Even when I lived here before, tension had been thick and heavy. Mostly because of my mother, who had delighted in ruffling my feathers.

Now my heart threatened to burst as hope welled up inside. Maybe this was the chance to start over. I could be good and be everything Daddy wanted. I’d take care of him and the house, and he would continue to adore me.

"Good morning, Ari."

I jerked around. Still dressed in his jammies, Shaw looked rumpled and sexy. He didn’t even know it, which made him even more appealing.

"Good morning, Daddy."

A blush rose in his stubbly cheeks, and he took a quick intake of breath. Interesting. That hadn't happened before when I called him Daddy.

"You didn't have to go through all this trouble." He gestured at the table. "I don't expect you to wait on me hand and foot."

I shrugged. "I don't mind. It keeps me busy."

"I usually just have a fruit in the morning and make up for it at lunch." He rubbed at his pudgy stomach. "Although my body's not about to thank me."

"Silly, Daddy," I said with a smile.

"Are you mocking me?"

I shook my head and placed the mug on the counter. "Nope. I just think you look good the way you are." I fussed with the coffeemaker. "Sit. Let me get you coffee."

I'd already gotten out his favorite mug, and I poured his coffee the way he liked it. No creamer, just a bit of sugar.