Daddy's Stepstalker (Daddy's Little Deviants)

I lowered my head and latched onto his nipple with my lips. I sucked the protruding flesh into my mouth, licking as I tightened my hole around his cock pounding me.

“You have no business feeling so good beneath me. Shouldn’t feel so good, but I can’t help it. Can’t help it, Ari.”

I didn’t want him to help it. He thrust hard into me, then stilled. A shudder rippled through him. His whole body tensed. And a hoarse cry tore from his throat. I continued sucking on that nipple, swirling my tongue around the hard point. His climax seemed to go on forever until his body sagged.

Shaw pulled his cock out of me and fell to the side. I felt between my legs at the wetness of his cum at the entrance of my hole. A smug smile tugged at my lips, and I curled into his body as he breathed hard. I ran my hands over his barrel chest and stroked his fuzzy stomach.

When he turned his head to the side, I didn’t flinch from his look. He stared right into my eyes as though searching for something. I didn’t know what he found there, but he leaned forward and kissed me softly. It was a far difference from the way he’d fucked the hell out of me just now. I liked that. He could be calm, soothing Daddy one minute and hard, disciplinarian Daddy the next.

“How’s your bottom?” he asked.

“Sore,” I replied, beaming at him.

He frowned. “You’re very… peculiar. You know that?”

I waited for him to explain, and when he didn’t, I just had to ask. “Is that a bad thing?”

“It can be,” he answered honestly. “Like if you keep flirting with all these men, Ari, I…”

“You what?”

He frowned at me. “You’ll make me angry. Is that what you want? To drive me insane thinking about somebody else’s hands all over you like this?”

“It’s just harmless flirting.”

He rolled off the bed, leaving me cold and alone. I wrapped my arms around my body, although I would have preferred his.

“I don’t know how to explain it.” He scowled. “This is not me. I don’t get jealous or possessive, but when it comes to you…I can’t help it. You’ve become a poison, and I don’t know how to get rid of it.”

“But I don’t understand. That’s not a bad thing. I don’t want you to get rid of that feeling.”

“You don’t get it, Ari.” He hung his head. “That first night we ran into Nathan, I wanted to drive the car over him when he flirted with you. And tonight…tonight, I wanted to strangle him for having the nerve to come here and ask for my permission to date you. None of those reactions made sense. I’m not a violent man. This isn’t who I am. At least not who I was before you.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Does it make you upset?”

“That’s the damn thing. Having you here makes me the happiest I’ve been in years, but I can’t help feeling this won’t end well.”

He walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, leaving me to my tortured thoughts. I wanted Shaw to be happy. I didn’t want him to be miserable with me, but he seemed to be a mixture of the two.

After a few minutes, Shaw returned with a washcloth and a tube of cream. I didn’t protest when he guided me to roll over onto my tummy. He pushed my legs apart and passed the washcloth between my ass cheeks, cleaning me up so tenderly I wanted to cry. When he was done, he tapped two fingers against my tightly clenched hole, but I shook my head. I would hold him inside me for as long as I could.

He dropped the washcloth in the bathroom, then squeezed the cream on my ass cheeks and rubbed it into the flesh. The cream soothed the throbbing of my ass. I’d never forget this night…the first time he ever spanked me. I hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

I could be very naughty.

“How does that feel now?” he asked.

“Better,” I replied softly, suddenly overcome with fear and a feeling of inadequacy. What if I wasn’t good enough for him?

Shaw returned to the bathroom, where he took a piss. When he came back, he lifted me up and set me on my feet while he changed the sheets. He spread a new cover on the bed and turned it down, then placed me in the center of the bed. He switched off the lights and slid into place beside me.

I shuffled under the covers.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Instead of answering, I tugged on his hip until he rolled to the side. I slipped his soft cock into my mouth and sucked on it. Much better.

“Ari,” he whispered, his hand in my hair.

But I didn’t respond. I was content like this, sleeping with my Daddy’s cock in my mouth for comfort as the feelings of uncertainty settled in my gut.