An Innocent Obsession

Knowing I need to stop beating off so I can save my come for Emery, I zip myself back into my pants and close my photos, going to the live feed of her in our home. My thumb swipes left, left, until I find which room she’s in. She’s sitting on the edge of her bed in our playroom. We have two of them.

One is for our toddler son, Emanuel.

The other is strictly for Daddy and his little girl.

Call the games between me and Emery wrong or right, we require them. No form of judgment can change what turns us on and completes us. Emery was robbed of a proper upbringing, so while in the daylight hours, she’s my equal, my wife…at night, I give her the youth she missed out on. We do it our way—and no one can take it away from us.

My driver pulls to a stop outside the building and I don’t wait for him to open my door. I’m already out and striding toward the entrance, breezing inside and going straight for the elevator. My cock is leaking in my pants, in need of my wife’s pussy. This rampant fuck-lust for Emery has only grown more and more obsessive over the last two years. It grows almost unbearable to be away from her for even a couple hours. I’ve arranged round-the-clock nannies for our beloved son because my need for her knows no schedule. It’s never-ending.

I don’t want it to end.

As soon as the elevator reaches our penthouse, I step off and unzip my pants again, shouldering off my jacket and letting it drop, even though one of the nannies—Annie, a British woman in her sixties—is sitting on the couch while my son presumably naps. She’s well used to my single-minded hunger for Emery and has witnessed the outcome several times. It echoes off the walls of our home at all hours. Her screams of rapture, my possessive demands.

When our son gets a little older, we’ll be forced to be quieter—or soundproof sections of the penthouse—but not yet. And thank God. I have a particular need to make her call my name today. It has been two years exactly since she walked into my office and changed my life. Made me a better businessman. Renewed my passion for what I do. Made me want to live every day to the fullest. All because of my extraordinary soul mate.

My dick is throbbing as I stop outside our playroom door and knock lightly.

“Come in,” calls Emery.

I open the door and step inside the pastel pink room, covered in furry pillows, beanbag chairs and stuffed animals. There she is. The object of my obsession. She’s lounging on her belly in a bunch of pillows on the floor, reading a book and twisting her hair around her finger.

“Hi, Daddy,” she chirps, rolling onto her back, giving me a glimpse of the virginal white panties under her short plaid skirt. “You’re home early.”

I kneel down beside her and tickle her ribs. “Maybe I missed you.”

She giggles and her thighs fall open. Just a little, before she smacks them closed again, a flush rising on her cheeks. “Um…I think I did well on my exam.”

“Good girl.” My hand still lingers on her side and I slide it down now, over the curve of her hip, letting it rest high on her bare thigh. “I knew you would do great.”

“Thank you,” she whispers.

My fingertips creep just beneath the hem of her skirt. “Is your mother home?”

“No, Daddy,” she whispers, wide-eyed. “Why?” Reassuring her with a smile, I part her semi-resistant thighs and ease myself down between them, grunting when my cock grinds down on her pussy. “W-what is that?”

“Shhh. It’s just the part of me that appreciates the woman you’re becoming, angel. And I want to show you how proud I am of you. You’ll make me even prouder if you let Daddy wrestle with you for a while. Just like this. Would you like that?”

“I don’t know…”

I roll my hips and force a smile, though I suspect I’m baring my teeth like a wolf. “Isn’t this fun? You’re making me feel so good after a hard day.”

She tucks a thoughtful finger into her dimple, a line forming between her brows. “I do like making you feel good, Daddy.”

I’m dry humping her sexy body now, the soft cradle of her pussy driving me to the brink of eruption already, even through the barrier of her panties and my boxers. Speaking of which, we need to do something about that. My need is too vast for obstacles. Distracting her with a flick of my tongue against her gasping mouth, I take out my dick and lay it against the soft cotton, leaving only one layer of material between me and heaven. “That’s because you’re my sweet girl, aren’t you?”