Marquise

“Still, I should have known better. Your safety is the most important thing to me. I can’t allow myself to do that again.” How can I show him that I want him, just as he is? Suddenly, an idea strikes me. I slide off his lap, and down onto my knees. I stare at his cock and lick my lips.

“I want to taste you,” I say before I wrap my lips around the tip and suck him until he groans.

I don’t know how else to show him that I want all the things he can do to me. His hands go to my hair and I take as much of him down my throat as I can. He’s so damn big I can’t even get half of it in my mouth. I let him fuck my face as he takes control, which is what I wanted. Other than his hips, he’s very restrained. I really want him to lose control, more than he did when he was fucking me. I continue to suck him until his cock is throbbing yet again. I am gagging all over the place and tears are streaming down my face, but honestly this is the sexiest feeling I’ve ever had.

“I’m going to come, Baby Girl. Do you want Daddy to come down your throat?” he demands, and I nod as best as I can. Baby Girl and Daddy sound so fucking depraved, but I want it. I need it. It may be wrong, but I don’t give a fuck. “Good, good.” He unleashes a torrent of cum down my throat, but it’s too much. I have to pull off of him. But since he’s still coming it gets all over my face and in my hair.

“Wow,” I say, once I’ve caught my breath.

“You look beautiful painted in my cum,” he says, moving my hair out of my face.

“Do I?” I ask.

“Yes. You always look beautiful, but this is something else entirely. You look like a dirty angel, who came down from Heaven to tempt me.”

“Tempt you to do what?” I ask, resting my hands on his thighs.

“Forget all the rules,” he says standing.

I am still on my knees in front of him. He puts his hand on my cheek and I lean into it. Then he helps me up and leads me to the bathroom. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and grin. It’s so filthy, I love it. We get into the shower, where he carefully washes my body and I do the same for him. It’s so domestic, I love it. After we dry off, I pull on one of the silky nightgowns Ingrid brought over. She also made good on her promise to send over more clothes. My side of the closet is packed now. I haven’t completely organized it yet, though. I can't believe he bought me all of these things without wanting something other than me in return.

“I’m extremely sleepy,” I say, watching as he pulls boxers on. “I wonder why?” I say laughing.

“I can think of a few reasons, baby,” he says grinning. I know him well enough to know that whatever his issues were haven’t been fully resolved yet, but we are on the right track.

“More than a few,” I remind him, standing up on my tiptoes in order to kiss him.

“Do you need anything?”

“Maybe some water, please,” I say crawling into the unmade bed. He comes back in a few minutes with a bottle of Fiji water, my absolute favorite. “Thank you, Daddy,” I say. I honestly can’t believe I called him that, but it feels right, so I am going with it. Besides, he seems to like it.

“God, you have no idea what hearing you call me that does to me, Chrissy,” he growls, getting into bed with me.

“I have some idea,” I tell him, opening the bottle and drinking half of it. I pass him the bottle and he finishes it.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I turn my side’s light off, leaving his on. I pull the covers up and he gathers me up in his arms. He turns the light out plunging us into darkness. Just as I am about to pass out, I realize that I am totally and completely in love with this man. He’s just the kind of man I’ve been waiting for my whole life and I’ll do anything to keep him.Chapter NineMarquiseDay FiveI’m not sure how long I’ve been awake staring at the ceiling and going over multiple times, last night's events. The reliving of the way she fell right into me as our rhythms aligned. How it felt having her in my arms and fuck, she called me ‘Daddy’. If I didn’t already know she was perfect for me, those words would have convinced me.

At this very moment I should be on top of the world and basking in the afterglow. Or between her legs with them on top of my shoulders as I destroy her pussy, planting my cock inside her cervix and giving life to our future. Instead, I’m lying here trying to convince myself I am not a piece of shit for how I handled her last night. I have worked hard my whole life not to be my father, the man who birthed me, and with one word I have become exactly that. Fuck!! Sitting up, I get out of bed and begin pacing, trying to clear my mind. It's so messed up right now with my heart and head at odds.