The harder I tried to ignore the truth, the more it persisted.
Instinct made me need to touch her in public, and before this weekend, I never knew the self-imposed hell I’d put myself through, not allowing myself to do so back in Briarville.
My every kiss contained the words I love you, even though I couldn’t say them out loud. I wanted to be the man who always held her hand in public and held them down in private. The truth of it was, the more my silence about how I felt for Clover went on, the less I could justify it.
It being the all-too familiar pattern of hiding my drinking from others to avoid interference and judgment, even though in my mind, I never thought I had a problem.
Was that what this was?
Another unhealthy addiction?
I looked at her.
The way her innocent eyes latched on to me, seeking answers. She made me feel, for the first time, as if someone saw my scars, my demons, and loved me anyway.
Just a bit longer.
I’d give myself this weekend to love the way she was so familiar to me, as though I’d loved her from the day I was born. Our age gap was irrelevant, and spending time with her felt less like I was getting to know her, and more like I was remembering who she was. As if I’d met her before, and my soul recognized hers just as if I were staring at my face in the mirror.
I’d hit rock bottom before, and it was the only way I came to admit things needed to change. If that was life at the lowest possible level, then this was its mountaintop. Call me selfish, but I planned to stand here and enjoy the view for as long as I could.
The dress she wore hit just below her peach-shaped bottom, and the ample flesh of her ass called to me. I gripped it in one hand and tore her away from the intensely passionate display, leading her to the private room I’d booked.
My voice husked her name as I used the key the hostess gave me to open the door and lock it behind us. “Clover. This is a private room.” I pointed to the leather harnessed suspension rig hanging from the center of the ceiling. “Do you know what this is?”
She moistened her lips and stepped closer to touch the dangling straps lightly with her fingertips. “Whatever it is, it looks kinky.”
“It’s a bondage rig,” I whispered, not wanting to scare her away.
I led her over to the seat and motioned for her to sit down. I then carefully explained how she would hang from the rigging, swinging upside down, her face aimed straight at my cock while I fed it to her.
She nodded, still in awe, and looked up at me with anticipation in her eyes to breathe the words. “I may have a dirty mouth, but maybe tonight you can teach me to do pleasurable things with it.”
I laughed against her throat, trailing my fingers up her inner thigh and stroking the silky skin there. “Maybe you’d like me to punish that dirty mouth of yours a little. To be rough with you and control you like the sub we saw in the scene just now.”
Her breath hitched as she realized I was serious about exploring our boundaries together.
Finally, Clover broke the silence between us with one simple word: “Yes.”
“This is what we’re going to do,” I said, grabbing her throat and raking her neck with my teeth, and then I tasted her deeply, savoring her mouth, her hunger.
“Let me help you out of that dress, sexy as it may be.”
Gripping the zipper at the back of her dress, I drew it down to reveal the steel of her spine, where I dropped kisses until I came to the two dimples at the top of her buttocks. Her dress fell away, revealing the nude glory of her creamy skin.
She emitted a breathy little moan. “What about you, Daddy?”
I removed my shirt for her and glanced past the hair on my chest and belly to the top button of my jeans. “Go ahead. Take it out,” I commanded.
Clover tugged my zipper down and reached for the prize inside. Her small hand wrapped around my cock as she admired the sight of it.
It was impossible not to groan out loud. “That cock is for you and only you.” I positioned her in place, upside down, and adjusted the straps until she was at the perfect height to swallow me. “Are you comfortable?” I needed to make sure the rig was a relaxing place from which to hang upside down before I face-fucked her.
“Yes, Daddy. Just right,” she said, her expression pure intensity as she stared at my shaft.
I chuckled deeply, delighted with how greedy she was for my erection.
Her fingers fit around me perfectly, the tip of her thumb and middle finger barely touching, giving me yet another glimpse of how we were made for each other. The veins on my cock made a neat trail along my shaft, as if pointing to the head, which was now a purplish-pink, so swollen for her it leaked milky droplets of pre-cum, which dripped over her fist.
“I want you in my mouth.” She moaned, stretching her neck towards me, attempting to reach it.
“That’s where it belongs.” I secured her in the rig, the straps holding her in place, naked, vulnerable. “Now, be a good girl and open,” I ordered, before pulling her lips to my engorged head with a voracious growl.
The feeling of her hot mouth sucking deeper as I pulled her on to me... fuck. Just fuck. If there was ever a hint that God made her for me, it was this.
“You’re such a precious love,” I crooned, gripping the straps of the suspension chair and using them to pull her towards me, giving me the leverage I needed to plunge to the back of her throat as she hung upside down. My eyes settled on her breasts, a total turn-on. They bobbed and swayed as I picked up the pace. “You’re taking it so well. Keep being good for me, and I’m going to fuck your mouth as if I’m spanking the back of your throat. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For your daddy to force you?” I pulled away, allowing her to speak, in case she needed to use her safe word.
Her breathing labored, I gently plucked at her stiff nipples, waiting.
“I do. It turns me on when you’re aggressive with me. I don’t know why it does, but it’s like when you act that way, you have the remote control to my pussy.”
Her already hard nipples tightened further, and I reminded her, “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is tap my thigh, okay?”
“Like this?” she asked, acting it out. “That’s our signal, but I know I won’t need it. I love it when you control me, and I don’t have a gag reflex.”
I pulled away and met her eyes. Her pupils were fathomless, filled with desire, and I asked, “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Duke. I belong to you.” She parted her mouth, and I slid past her lips.
My cock pulsed within, making my will to dominate her that much stronger.
I ran my thumb teasingly along the soft skin of her inner thigh. “That’s right. Never forget it,” I said, skating on the razor’s edge of what was right, knowing how it would hurt my best friend to find out I was fucking his daughter.
My words to her promised us a future together, and our prospects as they related to forever were tenuous. Tell that to the possessive voice inside my head. The same one that had been staking its claim on Clover ever since we entered the club—mine.
A smile spread across my face as I leaned in, pushing myself down her throat and watching in awe as she took me eagerly, moaning around my thickness while running her wet, velvety tongue back and forth across the tip until my eyes rolled to the back of my head from pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she focused on enjoying every inch of me, compelling me to thrust even harder.
“Open your eyes and look at Daddy.” I growled, shoving my cock with one hard thrust after the other while sliding a hand to her clit, rubbing and tweaking it in the way that made her wriggle with lust. The pleasure was immense, and it took all of my strength not to burst right then and there. Instead, I kept going until I felt her breath become more ragged and knew she was close, too. “Don’t you dare stop sucking, baby girl. Or I’m not letting you come.”
I continued ravaging her throat, encouraging her with my verbal direction. “Keep that pretty little mouth open for me when I’m fucking it.”
My body was on fire as I jackhammered my hips at her face, strumming her slippery wet clit, working it until she squirmed under my hand, chasing her release. She continued to writhe against me, chasing her pleasure, and I raised my palm, bringing it down to deliver a sharp swat to her pussy. “What did I say about who was in charge?”
Her eyes grew misty with apology, and I continued to coach her as I caressed her cheeks. “You didn’t know any better, baby girl. Only Daddy gets to make you come. Don’t move, and let me take control.” My fingers returned expertly to the intoxicating place between her legs as my hips rocked against her face.
The silky heat behind her lips suckled me once more, and I fucked her mouth as if it were my personal pleasure palace. Each thrust caused her head to bob up and down in a steady rhythm that matched the beat of my heart.
Our eyes locked as my hand moved between us, working my fingers into her and firmly swirling around her bud, coaxing out her orgasm. She moaned as my other hand pulled her head closer, pushing deeper into her mouth with every thrust. I could feel the tension in her body increasing as I pushed down harder on her most sensitive spot until, with a loud moan, she shuddered and released into pleasure. Her tongue flicked against me as I released a deep groan, and felt her swallow my cum down the back of her throat.
I stood above her, breathing, until my heart rate came down off the ceiling. She took her own time to recover from being whopped over the head by the climax club. Once able to breathe, still shaky and trembling with lust, I unbuckled her from the suspension rig, helped her to stand, and wrapped her in my arms before helping her dress.
One thing was certain: After this weekend, I needed space and time to think about us, and my logic flew out the window whenever she was around. The fact that she’d proven herself to be an Olympic medal-worthy cock worshiper wouldn’t make keeping my distance any easier.