Is that crazy or what? This guy was now my daddy!
But next I picked up two cherries. They were glossy and dripping. I held them right in front of my mouth. I stuck out my tongue. I made those cherries dance!
Then I let the cherries dangle right across my lips. Then I kissed them.
I let them jiggle as I sucked on one, then the other, then both.
Then I sucked them both into my mouth. I ate them with long sensuous chews.
Then I I stuck my tongue out with the pits on top of it. I flicked them onto the plate.
Drake, that is Daddy, never took his eyes off of me. His smooth veneer looked, shall we say, unsettled.
Daddy said, "I see you relish the taste of fruit."
"I do," I said. "I especially like forbidden fruit. When it's available."
What an idiot I was! What was I doing? I didn't even know.
But you should have seen Drakes eyes on me when I said that. Shit, they smoldered.
And I suddenly wanted him so bad! I didn't care what was right or wrong. Dammit, I just wanted him. I wanted his cock right inside me.
I licked a bit of juice off my upper lips.
Daddy said, "I see. Well, you really popped those cherries."
Damn! What was I supposed to say to that?
I just smiled at him then. I played the sweet and innocent little girl.
But, yeah, you should have seen how he was watching me!
I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd knocked everything off the table. Thrown me across it. Tore my clothes off. And then started fucking me in front of all the servants.
Yeah, and I'd have done it.
But instead, Daddy patted his mouth with his napkin. He pushed his chair back and stood up.
"This has been fun. But if you'll excuse me. I've got a little late night work to do. Pleasant dreams, Lena. I hope they're full of forbidden desires." He said.
Whoa. I hoped so, too. I didn't say a word then. I just waved my juice dripping fingers at Daddy.
The final stare between us felt as solid as rock. Phew!
I knew one thing. Daddy was hiding a lot behind that smile of his. And I knew one thing more. I really, really wanted to fuck him.
I could barely sleep that night. I kept thinking of Drake. Daddy. Drake.
I didn't know my real Daddy. I never met him. My mom said he wasn't really worth knowing. After he'd knocked up my mom at sixteen he took off.
The two of us had been struggling since then. But, shit, did I have a daddy now or what?
r /> The wind outside my window howled. I swear I could hear wolves. We were way out in the country.
Finally, I fell asleep. I dreamed that this dark figure was at my window. It burst into my room. At first it was a bat. But then it changed into a vampire.
And this vampire was real old school. He was nearly like a monster. His face was monstrous. He had fangs and claws. And he leapt on me.