Oh, this is rich. I’ve never had a real father before, and if this is what it’s like, then I’m not sure I’d ever want it.
“Who do you think you are, telling me what I can and cannot do? If I’m under your roof, it’s because I’m here as a guest, not a burden or obligation.” Just then, his face falters and I see a hint of that vulnerability I’ve been able to catch on rare occasions. It almost makes me stop my rant. Almost. “If I have business to handle, it doesn’t concern you, nor do I need your approval to handle it.”
Before I know what’s happening, Jason is lifting me by the waist and throwing me over his shoulder.
“The fuck it doesn’t, Mila. I’m your daddy, and it seems like you need reminding.”
“Jason!” I’m squealing, knowing I should tell him to put me down, but I don’t want to. I’m enjoying the way his big hands feel on my thighs, his fingers digging deep into the fleshy muscle.
“What, baby girl?” Jason swats my ass and I almost groan. Focus, Mila. He’s pissing you off, not turning you on. But everything he does feels so good.
“Put me down. I’m not a child.” I’m huffing as we round a dune, the tall grass serving as a cover of sorts, blocking us from on goers.
“No, baby girl. You’re most definitely not a child.” Jason lowers me onto the sand but quickly turns me around, facing me away and shoving me down on my knees. “You’re all-fucking-woman.”
My breath hitches at his words, loving what they imply and effectively distracting me as he presses his palm between my shoulder blades, pitching me forward.
I’m in front of him, doggy-style with my arms behind my back, his fingers wrapping tightly around both of my wrists and holding me captive.
This entire situation has my body tingling all over from excitement. What’s happening? What’s he going to do? Is he going to spank me like he’d promised on the boat?
“Jason?” My voice comes out breathy and low.
“No, don’t you Jason me.” His free hand rips down my yoga pants and he hisses. “Christ.”
I’m panting heavily now, knowing that he’s staring at my bare pussy. Never have I been more grateful to go commando than I am now, aching and wanting him to touch me in my most private of parts.
“What’s the matter, Daddy?” Like a wanton woman, I wiggle my ass just a little, tempting him with a forbidden fruit I know he shouldn’t want—but clearly does if his hooded eyes are a sign. “Don’t you want to spank me? Your baby girl?”
“Fucking hell, Mila.” Jason groans as he stares down at my exposed slit, the thing dripping with want as I wave it in his face like a red flag tempting a bull. I’m about to say something enticing when all of my flutters come to a screeching halt at his next words. “Or should I call you Jessa?”
My world tilts and I stop moving. He knows. He fucking knows. Oh god. The business. He knew full-well what the hell I was talking about!
I’m fuming, trying to pull free from his hold on my wrists, embarrassed as all get out. “Let me go, Jason!”
“Oh no, baby. Not until you’ve had your reminder.” And without warning, his calloused palm strikes my right cheek, mere millimeters away from my aching pussy.
I still, a mixture of emotions flowing through me as I try to catch my breath.
“I’m your daddy, Mila, and it’ll be one fucking cold day in hell before I let you give this ripe cherry away.” Another loud smack lands on my left cheek and my body jolts as a pleasure unlike any I’ve ever felt washes over me. “Fuck, baby. I see your little cunt clenching for me, clenching for her daddy.”
“Yes!” I moan as he lands another blow to my right cheek before rubbing the smarting flesh, all so damn close to where I want him, but never actually touching. The entire process leaving me restless for more.
“Say it, Mila.” He’s lowered himself over me, his fully clothed slacks pressing against my exposed rear as he whispers into my ear. “Say what I am.”
He’s positioned himself perfectly behind me. If I push back, just a little… oh fuck, yes. That feels sooo good. I’m pressing myself into him, grinding my slit against the ridge protruding from his pants and coating the thick material with my arousal.
“Answer me, Mila. Who am I?” Jason growls, his body unmoving despite his labored breathing.
“My daddy,” I answer on a mewl. “You’re my daddy.”
“That’s right, baby.” Unable to help himself, Jason gives me one quick thrust before retreating, that single action making my eyes roll back in my head. “I’m your daddy, and don’t you forget it.”
He’s pulled back now, allowing him the space to land the last slap right between my quaking thighs—the pad of his fingers pressing into my swollen nub and detonating the coiling pressure that had been building in my body, spiraling me into the most intense orgasm since the last.
It’s earth shattering and I’ve lost all sense of space and time as I bellow my release.
Thankfully, Jason quickly places a hand over my mouth, muffling my moans and keeping us from being discovered, the simple act allowing me the relative privacy to enjoy every second of this unsurmountable pleasure.
I’ve never come so hard in my life, and it must be my nearly touching Nirvana that has it all clicking into place.
He’s my daddy.
The one who knows about my alter ego, the one who’s been watching me and bid two million dollars just to take my virginity.
Holy-fucking-shit. This new revelation has my orgasm extending, making me oblivious to the fact that Jason is now pulling up my pants and righting me. All while the world goes on as normal around us.
Jason Crown, the man who’s supposed to be my stepfather, has been watching me. Watching me and wanting me.
I turn around, dumbfounded by this knowledge, but knowing exactly where I want to go from here. I want him. He might be my mothers now, but it’s obvious there’s something between us, and he’s even admitted that he was only with Catherine out of duty.
Maybe, just maybe, there’s a way we could be together. But as my eyes land on the man I’ve been lusting after, I can see that it was all just a pipe dream.
“I’m so sorry, Mila. That was out of line.” He’s quickly standing to his feet, all while I’m still sitting there half dazed from a pleasure-induced stupor. “I should never have touched you that way. It’s wrong. So fucking wrong.”
“What? No, don’t you dare take that back.” I’m pointing at him from my spot on the ground and he takes that moment to pull me up by my arms.
“That was unacceptable behavior from a man that’s supposed to be your protector. But I couldn’t help myself. Not when I knew what you were planning on doing.” He drops his hold on me, his eyes shuttering closed as he tilts his head toward the heavens. “Never again, Mila. Tell me you will never auction off such a privilege.” He drops his head forward, his eyes meeting mine in a piercing gaze. “Nobody deserves that gift, Mila. Nobody.”
I’m blinking, unsure of what to say. I can’t promise him that. I need the money for college, and I’m sure as hell not asking him for it.
Jason huffs out in frustration, as if reading my thoughts. “Talk to me, baby. We can’t get through this if I don’t know why you felt the need to hang a for sale sign on that perfect pussy of yours.”
My jaw hangs open. How can he offer a compliment laced with an insult, all in one sentence? But isn’t he right? Isn’t that what I was doing?
“I’m sorry. That was crass.” His hands find my arms once more, gently rubbing up and down. “I’m not good at this. I’ve never had the need to talk to a woman before, not one who wasn’t family. But I’m trying. I want to try. For you.”
He’s looking at me with those caramel laced eyes and I’m melting. “Yeah, well. Say something like that again and you’ll get smacked upside the head.”
Yes, I might be melting inside, but I’m not about to let a man be rude to me.
“Done. Now you promise me that those legs will stay closed and that you’ll be shutting down that Jessa profile on OnlyFriends.” His fingers dig into me ever so slightly, the pressure more of a plea than a demand.
“I want to, but I can’t. I need those funds.”
“Baby, I don’t know why you need the money so badly, but I’m sorry. I can’t let you do it.” Jason crushes my body to his as one of his hands goes to the back of my head, his embrace reverent. “I bid two million, and if you need more, then I’ll give it to you. But please… I beg you. Don’t fucking do it.”
His voice cracks and I feel his chest vibrate beneath me, making me wonder if it’s from rage or fear. Maybe a little of both. But what is he afraid of?
Pulling back, I’m able to see his anguish riddle face and it breaks something inside of me. “It’s for school, Jason. And I could never ask you for that money. I would’ve returned it by now, but you didn’t leave any contact info. Hell, it wasn’t until just now that it all clicked into place. That it was you. That you’re my daddy.”
Something taps against my stomach and I know it was his manhood. Holy fuck, that was hot. My words alone have the power to turn him on.
Jason quickly steps away from me, dropping his hold on my body and making me instantly miss him. “Know that I wasn’t planning on following through with claiming you, Mila. You aren’t some prized cattle, having to be collected.”
His words make me balk, they might as well have been a slap straight across my face.
“I don’t mean that to offend you. I just want you to know that you’re worth more than that.” He turns, giving me his back. “You’re worth everything, Mila, and I’d gladly give it all up for you if I had to.”
Is he still talking about the bid? He must be.
“Jason.” I step forward, placing an open palm against the tight muscles of his back. “I promise, I’ll think about it.”
His back tenses at my words, displeased with them for sure, but it’s the best I can do right now. Yes, I was doing this for college, but I was also doing this just for me. Gaining my independence on my own terms, never needing to rely on another person to get me through anything ever again.
That money was going to set me up, and that’s a lot to give up. But didn’t he just say he’d do the same for you? A tiny voice whispers, but I shut it down. I can’t afford to listen. Not when people with money and power have always had control over me, one way or another.
Moving out of Catherine’s home was the first step to gaining my freedom, and this next step? It was supposed to be the end of having to rely on them.
“I see.” Jason clears his throat as his body pulls away from mine. “Since there’s nothing left to discuss, I’ll be heading back to the house. See you there.”
I don’t respond. He’s right. There’s nothing left to discuss, and no matter how badly I want to reach out and have him hold me, I have to let him go.
He doesn’t belong to me, and he never will.
