Daddy's Candy (TABOO EROTICA)

“So I don’t see why I should stop seeing your mother then.” Ivan’s words snapped me out of my memory, and I could tell he was looking at me, remembering something simpler.

“Because it’s wrong!” I nearly shouted, but he just took my empty glass and refilled it.

“There’s nothing wrong about it. Your mother doesn’t want to be exclusive with me. Not even if we marry she said.” He told me, and I wanted to bite back a reply. I wanted to tell him that it didn’t sound like my mother at all, but it did. Mother believed in free love, but it didn’t sit with me anymore.

“Do you think she’d tell you the same thing if she knew you were fucking her daughter?” I quipped. “Do you want to be my Daddy?” I teased him harshly, and he chuckled.

“I don’t think she’d want to know. Why did you plan to tell her, baby girl?” He asked, almost daring me too. I knew that when I did we’d be done. He’d be done with my mother as well, but I wouldn’t be getting what I wanted.

“I didn’t think so.” He said, and I nodded with a small sigh, just sipping the wine.

“So how about some new rules for the little dance we’re doing?” He asked innocently, and I arched an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to continue. This was the very reason that sex was so great with him. We danced together in a way, almost a power struggle, every time we were in the same room. I was sure that neither of us wanted it to end.

“I’m listening.” I prompted, waiting for him to explain more. There was that devilish glint in his eyes that he got every time he introduced me to something new in the bedroom.

“Rule number one is that we don’t tell your mother.” He said, and I eagerly nodded. I didn’t know where this was going, but that was something I could more than agree with.

“Rule number two, you continue to call me Daddy.” He told me. “All the time.” He added, emphasizing each word in the last sentence. I wanted to protest, but I was practically dripping at the idea, and I didn’t need him to point it out to me. I could tell that he could tell.

“Am I clear?” He said, testing the waters. I decided to play.

“Yes, Daddy.” I said sweetly, and his cock was hardening in his pants.

“Anything else, Daddy?” I continued with a voice sweet like honey, tempting him to put any other rules on the table.

“I want you to finally submit to me. When we’re alone and in private. Stop this game, and give me you, baby girl.” He said in a voice that sounded like honey of its own, and I wanted to. I wanted to not worry, but I had a feisty nature about me.

“Why?” I retorted hotly, and he just shook his head looking at me. He put his wine glass down, crooking a finger at me, beckoning me over. For some reason, I went, and I was soon straddling him with is cock straining against his slacks and my dress around my hips. I started to grind myself against that hard bulge, wanting him inside of me, but first we needed to finish this conversation.

“Why, Daddy?” I asked again, almost cooing it, wanting a real answer from him.

“Because then you won’t need to worry, baby girl. You can just let your Daddy take care of everything.” He said, wrapping his fingers in my hair and pulling me closer. His lips were just inches from mien, and I wanted to kiss him. I went to kiss him, but his fingers tightened in my hair, keeping

me from kissing him.

“Say it, baby.” He said. “Say yes.” He said, and there was that dark, sexual promise in his voice again. I wanted it, and so I closed my eyes. I knew that if I said yes I was turning down a path that I wouldn’t be able to come back from easily. I took a long deep breath before opening my eyes again.

“Yes, Daddy.” I said, and he kissed me. Hard and passionately. The sheer desire threatened to scorch my veins, consuming me as his tongue pushed into my mouth, caressing my own.

Chapter Eight

This is where everything stopped. He kissed me, and I figured that he would take me right then and there without a need for a bed or a bedroom, but I was wrong. I was so wrong. In a flash, Daddy had me up and off of his lap. I was sitting on the couch beside him, looking up at him as he stood up. Ivan looked down at me. No, Daddy looked down at me. I corrected. I was intent on calling him Daddy, and to do that I had to think of him as that even in my own head. I didn’t want to slip up in the heat of the moment. I wanted to give him all of the perverse pleasure that he promised me in that coy smile that curved his lips, baring white teeth as he smiled.

“Follow me.” He said, and there was no need for a rough voice.

He said it gently, almost soothingly, and Daddy already knew that I would. I followed him to the bedroom, and I knew it as well as I knew my own. He looked at me as I entered, motioning for me to move in so he could close the door. He locked it, and Daddy smiled at me, motioning for me to turn around. I did, and then he told me to undress. It was like something possessed me. My clothes were too tight. They were too constricting. It was as if after he had told me to undress them down right offended my body, and I undressed quicker than I ever had before. They were on the ground, and I was naked before him, nearly begging for him to take me, and he was smiling at me almost proud.

“Such a good girl, aren’t we?” Daddy teased me, and I bit my bottom lip, squeezing my thighs together as I started to drip.

“Yes, Daddy.” I said, breathlessly, and he threw his head back to laugh, but I saw his cock twitch.

God. How I wanted this God of a man inside of me. I wanted him plowing into me, rutting into me. I didn’t care how or what position he’d contort me in. I wanted him now more than ever. Somehow, there was something freeing in everything he was doing. I didn’t have to feel guilty, and I didn’t. He looked at me, and he motioned for me to get on the bed. I did. He got on the bed with me.

It creaked under his weight, and I was all too aware of how close he was. His body seemed to burn with heat and desire, and I slid in closer to him. His hands were on my breasts, and I was laying sideways on the bed. His strong hands forced my legs open, and he didn’t say anything. He was inside of me with one thrust, thrusting in and out, making me cry out in pleasure as I shivered again and again. I came, screaming “Daddy” as I did so.

He didn’t say anything as he started to twist my nipples a little, tugging at them. I arched over the bed. I don’t know how long we were like that, entwined in one another before he pushed me up with a thrust of his cock and his hands at my hips. My head hung over the bed, and I could feel blood rushing to it, and it added to the intoxicating rush as my hands went out under me.

“Brace yourself, baby.” He said. “I’m moving us up.” He told me, and his thrusting became gentle. I was resting on the side of the bed with my head on the floor and back against it, as if I was doing a handstand, and the blood rushing to my head only seemed to make me feel more alive. Daddy took his cock from my pussy, starting to trace the wet head up and down my slit, nudging my clit and making me cry out.