Happily Ever After With My Dad's Best Friend

Using that hand I pull her mouth back to my shaft, guiding her down. I weave my other hand into her hair and suddenly she’s the one who’s still and I’m the one moving. I’m pushing deeper into her throat, and every time she swallows it feels like a goddamn miracle. Her eyes are looking into mine, and they’re bright with excitement. She loves this, loves being on her knees for me while I fuck her mouth, her throat.

God, I’m so close I can barely control myself. Cora takes one final breath and dives back onto my cock, taking me all the way. Her throat spasms around me and I’m done. Pleasure explodes from the base of my spine, and my cock jerks inside her as I come. But she doesn’t stop, and another wave of pleasure rocks through me as I feel my balls touch her chin and that delicate tongue licking my skin. Fucking hell, I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my life. It feels like forever until I’m spent inside her and she leans back, releasing my cock with a wet sound that is pure, raw sex.

I stare at her, and she grins. Never before has a woman leveled me like this. My whole body is numb in the aftermath of that orgasm. If it weren’t for the wall behind my back, I’m sure that I would not be standing. Cora licks her lips, and it’s enough to make my cock stiffen again. She laughs. “Ready for more?”

“Yes.” My voice is so hoarse it sounds like I haven’t spoken in a week.

There’s a soft scrape on pavement and I look up and lock eyes with a man standing at the edge of the screen. I have no idea how long he’s been standing there, but since Cora is still on her knees and my trunks are still around my ankles, he’s seen enough. “Sorry,” he mutters, and walks away quickly. I think I’ve seen him around the building—maybe at the gym—and I’m concerned he might know who I am. I’m sure that at least some of the population of this apartment building have been asked by journalists for information about me. That’s what happens when you’re as rich as I am.

“Well,” Cora says, “I didn’t know we had an audience. If I’d known I would have put on more of a performance.”

“I’d say the performance was pretty damn good.”

Her cheeks turn a shade of pink that I recognize from when I was spanking her. “Thank you. If we go back to your apartment, there might be an encore that’s better than the matinee.”

“That can be arranged,” I say, pulling up my trunks. “Let’s get out of here.”

6

We retrieve our towels from the chaise lounge and she follows me back to my place. I push open the door for her and get a blast of the air conditioning. “I think that’s the best trip to the pool that I’ve had in years. Would you like something to drink?”

“Just water for now,” she says, leaning against the bar in my kitchen.

I pour her a glass and think. Words have been forming in my head, and I’m not sure they’re the right ones, but I’ve got to try. “Before we go any further, and I can’t think because I’m overwhelmed by the sex, I think we should talk.”

“About what?”

“About this,” I say, gesturing between us. “This dynamic that we have.”

She raises an eyebrow and flips her hair over her shoulder, making sure my eyes follow the movement. “Don’t you like it?”

“I do. But I’ve never done anything like this, and I think we should each get the chance to say exactly what we want. Then maybe we can decide if we need to set some rules.”

“Ever the businessman.”

I chuckle. “I like knowing the rules. I like knowing where the line is so I can judge when and where crossing it is okay.”

I come around the bar to stand next to her, and she pouts. “I thought we came up here to have sex.”

“We’ll get to that,” I say softly, placing my hand behind her neck and tilting her face upward so she’s looking me in the eye. “But first I’m going to tell you what I want, and you’re going to tell me what you want.”

“Okay.” Her pulse speeds up under my thumb, and I get a deep satisfaction from knowing that she gets aroused just by being near me.

I wait for a moment, holding her gaze so that I know she’s really listening before I start to speak. “I want you to do what I say, without question. If I tell you I want you to bend over and spread your legs, you don’t ask why, you just do it. I want you to trust that when I ask you to do something, I’m not trying to hurt you or humiliate you. When we’re having sex, or you think I might be commanding you, I want you to call me Mr. Foster or Sir.” I watch her pupils dilate as I speak, taking in my expectations for her. “Now tell me,” I say. “What do you want?”

“That,” she says breathlessly, and I feel her swallow, “I want that. And I want you to punish me. Every day, whenever you feel like it, punish me.”

“I’ll punish you if you’re a bad girl,” I say, smiling.

“I told you already, I’m always a bad girl.”

There’s that challenge again. I can see it in her eyes, the desire to play with me. And now that we’ve defined this, I know exactly what she wants and what she’ll let me do. It’s a heady feeling, this control. It’s not unlike when I make a risky business decision that ends up working out—it’s the same kind of high.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” I stare at her until she drops her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

I release my hold on her and step away. “My bedroom is back there. Take that off and get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”

She doesn’t hesitate, and I turn to watch her hips swing as she leaves. “Cora. If you need me to stop, or something makes you uncomfortable, call me by my first name.”

“Yes, Mr. Foster.”

Fuck, I’m completely hard again. I expected that, though. It seems like no matter what she does, Cora turns me on. And now I get to turn her on, slowly, quickly, however I want.

I don’t follow her into the bedroom right away. I get myself a glass of water, discard my swim trunks into the laundry bin. I like that she’s waiting for me, anticipating what I’m going to do, her only instruction to wait. I’ve had friends who played in this world, and I’d been intrigued but never motivated enough to truly try it. Now I understand. This dynamic—power play—it heightens the experience in a way I’ve never felt before. Maybe I just needed the right person to try this with, to show me why it’s amazing. Cora is the spark that lit the match.

She’s waiting just like I asked, and as I enter the room I can already see that her pussy is so wet that it’s glistening. That’s perfect. Placing one hand on either side of her ass, I run my palm along her faint bruises again. “I like this,” I say. “You waiting and open for me. I can see by the state of your pussy that you like it too.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She’s trembling under my hands, and I’m not sure whether it’s anxiety or anticipation. Maybe a little of both. I let my hand fall and watch her jump at the impact. “Do you like pain?” I ask. “Or is it the idea of being punished by someone that gets you off?”

“A little of both,” she says. “I love the idea and I always worry about the pain. But then I feel the pain and I always want more.”

I spank her again, in the same spot and harder this time. She gasps and it immediately turns into a moan which feels like it goes straight to my cock. “You know what I like? I like that I can give you a little pain and a little pleasure, and you’ll take it because that’s what I choose.” My hand falls again and she arches into my hand even as she cries out. “And you’re going to get both before I fuck you because I’ve been wanting to taste this pussy since I first saw you.”

Cora’s breath is coming in little gasps, and she stops breathing completely as I spank her with my other hand. “Show it to me.”