Time Out (Daddies Know Best #5)

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Hudson

There’s no way this is real.

I never understood the ‘pinch myself’ reference, but here I stand in the huge guest suite bathroom in Jackson’s house, running a bubble bath for a girl I just kidnapped.

Life gets weird quick.

The thought that she is just playing me to distraction tinkers with my thinking, but it doesn’t deter me from the plan I’ve laid out in my mind.

From the second I saw her hopping that fence, then when she came out on that stage, her trusting blue eyes and those womanly curves have scrambled my brains.

And hardened my cock into a permanent titanium rod.

As much as I want to fuck her, I want to comfort her more, and soothe her, and wash away all that strip club makeup and glitter and discover the little girl that needs me.

God, I need her to need me. That thought baffles me. I mean, yeah, I like that Jackson needs me around here and my business needs me to keep it on the tracks.

Those things give me a sense of purpose, and I like that. But I’ve been alone since I was sixteen, and I actively arranged my life to avoid being needed by anyone in any personal relationship sort of way.

“Come.” I curl my fingers in a come here motion as she stands there, still cloaked in my jacket and that barely-there red and blue outfit which I’ve managed to rip and pull out of shape. “We’re going to wash away everything that club put on you, and then I’m going to get you dirty again.”

The words make her visibly shiver, but she doesn’t pull away. I took a knee in front of her when I got her out of the car and discarded those dumb acrylic heels into the bushes outside the front of the house, reminding myself to get them into the trash can before Jackson and Cassie come home and wonder what sort of parties I’ve been throwing here while they were gone.

God, her tits are huge. Bigger here in the light of the bathroom than I noticed before, and the rest of her is more opulent, and lusher, than should be allowed here on Earth.

It’s getting harder and harder to control myself with her carefree innocence on display in front of me. Why isn’t she trying to run?

The question keeps taunting me, but I push it away every time. The ache in my balls and cock is relentless and growing by the millisecond as I turn the chrome handle on the massive claw-foot tub and nod to the fizzing bubbles.

“Show me what you were going to do on that stage first. Then I’m going to wash off every memory of what you were going to show off to all those depraved men.”

“You—” She stalls on a quizzical tip of her head, her rich dark maple syrup colored, poorly-dyed pigtails wagging down to her cute little ears. “Dance for you?”

“Is that what you planned for tonight? To dance?”

Her mouth makes a sweet little ‘O’ shape as she considers her answer, standing there with her toes pointed together, knees and thighs tight and tits on full display, and all I want to do is sink my tongue into her juicy little wet hole while she begs Daddy for what she needs.

Daddy.

Fuck, yeah. I can’t fight the word that’s been beckoning to me since yesterday when I first saw her. I want to fuck her and cuddle her. Hurt her and soothe her.

I. Want. It. Fucking. All.

“I was, but I’m not exactly sure what I planned. As soon as I got on the stage, I froze.”

It’s nearly impossible to draw a breath staring at the vision before me, and I would admire her for hours but my cock and balls have other plans.

“Then I’ll tell you what to do. That’s what you want deep down, isn’t it, shortcake? Someone to tell you what to do?”

A beat passes before she tilts her head, and euphoria takes me when her plump, pink lips spread into a smile. “Yes, I think so.”

I close the space between us, heat spreading downward from the crown of my head into my toes as I think of her thick thighs spreading for me as she calls my name and scores my back with her fingernails. I remind myself that she said she’s had four gin and tonics tonight. Maybe not that much, but I get the feeling she’s not a big drinker. Something about her makes me want to do this right. My own twisted mind’s version of right, sure, but I’m not going to take her cherry until she’s sober.

But my flexible morals and my greedy monstrous need are worked up enough to convince myself that she’s clear minded enough for some other activities. “Good girl,” I whisper against her mouth, working my suit jacket from her shoulders and the remnants of her Harley Quinn outfit down her curves and onto the floor. “I want a fully nude special dance.”

Stepping back, the wonder and flash of excitement in her eyes has my heart pinched between my ribs.

I want to bend her over and ruin her with every inch of my thick cock, painting her insides with my seed so she’ll never be free from me, but first things first.

I backstep, unable to tear my eyes from her naked body, then lower myself into the chair next to the steaming, bubble-filled bathtub, and spin my index finger in the air.

“Turn around twice, then bend over and spread your legs, I want you to smile at me from between your knees and pull your ass apart. I want to see it all. I want you to shake it for me. You wanted to show off? Well, here’s your chance. Daddy always gets what he wants, you should remember that. Now, bend. ”

My crudeness shocks me, and her too, but with a nod of my head and a point of my finger with a stern look, she’s following directions like a perfect princess.

Fuck.

My dick nearly hammers through my zipper when her ass starts jiggling and her ripe cunt peeks at me from between the apex of her thighs, with her pigtails hanging down. She’s got bare little pussy lips with just a brush of light curls. When she fucking smiles at me from between her legs, wagging her ass and cocking her hips back and forth, I’m ready to fucking faint.

I could be having a heart attack. It feels like a hundred cinder blocks are sitting on my chest. My fingers are numb, and it’s hard to draw a breath.

She belongs to me. I know it down into the marrow of my bones. We haven’t even exchanged names, for fuck’s sake, and this angel is giving me the show of a lifetime with zero inhibitions.

“Turn around,” I heave. “Get down on the floor, legs in the air, then spread them, hands stretched above your head.”

The vision of her in my head has me giving her every detail of how I want her positioned for my pleasure.

My hand is on my crotch, soothing myself in the only way I can right now as I watch her lower herself onto the fluffy white rug. She’s on all fours at first, which has me ready to mount her like a Great Dane.

When she rolls on her back and I get my first full-frontal view of her pretty pussy, I swear I can see her virginity. The sight hits me like a punch to the gut as she extends her arms, arching her back, then spreading her legs wide like she’s a professional, eager to tease for those dollar bills.

“Fuck, shortcake, you make me so fucking hard. You like making Daddy hard, don’t you? Fucking teasing me.”

The question lingers in the humid air for a moment, and I want to tell her all the things that are wrapped up in that title. I want to take care of her. Body, mind, spirit, soul, pussy, ass, tits…all of her.

God help me, I want her to ask me for a cookie, and then tell her she has to suck me off to earn it. I want her to come to me with every problem and celebration, and be the man that fucks her like a filthy whore, but helps her chase down her every dream. Propping her up as she achieves every goal in life.

Cheering her on and keeping her in line like a good father should.

It’s depraved, but it pounds inside of me like a beast.

She smiles as she holds the pose as instructed, and God, her sweetness fucking wrecks me.

“Are you going to fuck me?”

She says it like a challenge, and in my thirty-five years on this planet, I’ve never wanted anything more. But even with her unraveling me, when I lay her down and feed myself right to her womb, it won’t be on a bathroom floor with four gin and tonics still clouding her mind.

“Soon enough, baby. Are you excited for that to happen?”

She licks those lips, blinking twice before she offers a shy nod.

“Good girl. God help me, but I’m going to fuck you like a dirty toy. Nothing will be off limits to me, do you understand?”

“I have to do what you say? No matter what?” Her voice hints at fear, but I swear I hear relief as well, and a new rush of anger boils in my belly at what her life must have been like, for her to be relieved a perfect stranger is about to take total control of it.

She needs a hero, that I can see. I just hope I can rise to the occasion.

“No matter what,” I confirm, as liquid warmth seeps from her opening, catching the light as a trickle eases down into the crack of her ass. It makes me want to drop to the floor and lick that tight little pucker of hers.

“Just like I would do for a real daddy. I’d do as I’m told, no matter what.” Fire bursts onto her cheeks as cum drenches the inside of my boxers.

“I’m going to be that for you.” I barely get the words out, the weight of my responsibility to her crushing my chest.

“I’m eighteen, so I’m not really a little girl.”

“Yes, but with me, you’re going to act like one. Aren’t you?”

I’m on my feet, her answer feeling more important to me right now than any other moment of my life. Her feet fall, legs still wide, but the pose is broken—as is the playfulness of the previous moment.

She could fight me. What I’m asking could turn her away from me. But I can’t hold back what I am with her. Who I am. Who I will be.

I hold my breath as she pushes up to sit, her knees starting to draw together, but I remind her with my foot I want her open to me.

Her legs stay wide, her pink fluttering folds glistening as I reach down, offering my hand.

“So... pretend like I’m younger? Is that what you’re saying?”

I slow blink, pushing away the thoughts of how wrong this could be. “Do you like thinking that you’re my little girl?”

I motion for her to put her hands in mine. Her tiny fingers drift to my palms and I ease her up onto her feet, guiding her to the bath, wanting more than ever to wash away the makeup and character she played on stage.

I lean down and nuzzle the nape of her neck as I tap the side of her leg, motioning for her to immerse herself in the warm water and bubbles.

As she sinks down, the bubbles make an almost buzzing sound as they pop and move to allow her access.

It reminds me of how wet I’m going to need her to be for her virgin body to take my size. There will be pain, that’s unavoidable, but I’ll make sure she’s as wet and warm as this bathwater before I teach her body just what she will be doing for me every day for the rest of her life.

Once she’s down in the water, I grab the wash cloth and soak it, then gently start wiping the grown-up off her face and revealing the little girl.

Once she’s fresh-faced, I drop the cloth to the floor and roll up my sleeves, dipping my hand under the water until I meet the slick warmth between her legs, pinching her chin with the fingers of my other hand so our eyes are connected as I rub the hard nub, watching her pupils dilate.

“You didn’t answer. Do you like thinking I’m your Daddy, and you’re my little girl?”

Her lashes flutter as my cock weeps in pain. I have no idea why this girl is upending me, but there’s no denying the hold she has on me already.

“I’m your little girl. Maybe I’m not really even eighteen…or at least I could pretend.”

That last part has my soul ripping in half, giving her part of me as a violent spasm nearly takes my legs out from under me.

As I lean down, my lips against hers, I know I’m losing myself already. Crazed thoughts careen around in my head.

“It’s okay. No one has to know. Daddy will keep our secret.” I take her lips, easing my tongue into the warmth of her mouth as I work my middle finger against her tight slit. “So small and innocent.”

I hate myself for how rough I was with her earlier, but from the way her body responded, she didn’t feel the same way.

Pink deepens on her cheeks as I release her chin, running my hand under the water to roll her nipple between my fingers as her head falls back, her fluttering eyes still on mine. Whatever the strip club used to dye her hair, it’s already seeping into the water where her pigtails are submerged, so it’s not going to take much to wash out.

“It aches, Daddy.”

“You want me to make it all better?” The heady play between us is making me feral.

Her hands lift from the sides of the tub, sinking into the water with a sloshing sound, both of them meeting the back of my hand as it works her soft warmth down low.

“Pretty please, make it better.”

“Ask Daddy to kiss it. That’s the best way to make everything better.”

Her throat shifts as she swallows, and I wonder if it’s too much. If the warm bath has the alcohol wearing off, and she’s waking up to the realization that a perverted stranger wants to be her daddy.

The bubbles pop, pop, pop as I draw my hand from hers, her tits bobbing at the surface of the water.

She shrinks shyly away from me, but she lit this fuse, and she’s going to see it through.

“Ask, or you’re going to get a hard spanking instead of the kisses you want.” The sternness returns as I reach up and brush my hands down the front of my shirt. “Daddy is going to kiss you whenever and however he wants, whether you want me to or not. Don’t forget that. You’re mine to do with as I please. Now, stand up.”

“Spanking? What, next you’ll put me in time out?” That sassy smirk returns as she braces her arms on the sides of the tub, the water sloshing around, spilling onto the marble floor as she stands in all her wet glory and I see fucking stars.

She steps out of the tub onto the fluffy white mat, rivulets of water trailing down her succulent body, and I’m jealous of every drop touching her where I’m not. There’s a daybed against the wall, covered in a sky-blue comforter that matches her eyes, and I quickly take her by the wrist, stand and guide her to the edge, pressing her down with the flat of my palm against her slick chest.

“Lay down, like you did on the floor. I’m going to lick that ache away. Then later, you’re going to learn how to take care of Daddy, because that will be your job from now on. Now spread your legs, little girl. Let me see just how wet and achy you are.”

“I don’t think wet is going to be a problem.” She gasps as I slide my fingers between her folds, dipping down to feel that tightness as I lower myself to the floor, and she starts to move her hips and arch at the contact.

Her syrupy juices are flowing as I get my mouth on her slick heat, tasting a hint of the bubble bath mixing with her erotic flavor. I lick until my mind goes blank and my tongue laps at her hole, her honey slipping down my throat as I swallow down every drop.

I bury my face between those thick thighs, and arrange her ankles on my shoulders as she soaks my face. I take her on like I’m getting my money’s worth at an all you can eat Las Vegas buffet.

She jerks against me as I gather her thighs in the crooks of my arms, reaching around their softness to spread her plump, slick outer lips with my fingers, wanting to have full access to every fold and nub.

As she wiggles and moans, I look up and our eyes connect. God, it hits me again, she’s so fucking young.

My mouth and cock don’t seem to care. My core clenches, my body buzzing, seeing the lust and need in her eyes.

Her fingers slide into my hair as I devour and lick and suck. I’m covered in her sweet nectar as I focus on that hard nub, drawing it between my lips and strumming it with my hot tongue until she starts to shake.

“Oh, God—”

She starts, and I release her clit for a second. “You want more, baby? Ask for more kisses, ask Daddy for what you need.”

“Please...” She arches off the bed as my mouth waters, desperate to get back to the world’s sweetest pussy.

“Call me Daddy when I’m between your legs.”

“Daddy, please, more kisses. Pleeeeeease… Daddy!”

“That’s my girl.”

I find her clit with my tongue and give her what I know she needs.

Blissful relief.

When I feel her body tighten, hear her hold her breath, I give her clit another three hard flicks, and she erupts with a gush of warm honey. I shift my mouth, driving my tongue into her hole, fucking her in and out while she drenches my face.

The orgasm consumes her, the tightness around my tongue reminding me how hard it will be to get my cock inside her. But I’ve climbed steeper mountains than this without as much resolve, so tomorrow when she’s sober, I’ll prep her little girl opening the best I can, then take that cherry once and for all.

Her pussy clenches around my tongue, and I move back to her clit as she slaps at my head, twisting and yelping. I release her thigh and slip my middle finger inside as far as I can.

Her flavor is like a miracle. If I had to eat her pussy every day for the rest of my life and never even get off myself, I’d die a happy man.

“God, Daddy,” she hiss-whispers, her voice sweet and youthful, and that prickling down my spine reminds me again how young she is. Can I be sure she’s even legal? Wilson said they check before the girls dance, but things can be faked…

But, fuck, she called me Daddy without me reminding her, and I come damn near to blowing my load inside my pants. She’s taken my brain and turned it into scrambled eggs. I’m not thinking straight. All I know is I need this girl.

She’s mine. And, worst case, she’s close to legal, I tell myself, pushing away the niggling doubt.

I take a breath, but as she comes down the greedy beast inside of me wants more.

I kiss her clit as a fire burns in my chest, and her voice cracks as she goes limp.

I wring out another orgasm from her twitching body as she calls me Daddy over and over, binding us together in a way I don’t think she fully understands.

When she’s spent again, I swallow down every drop, then push to my feet, leaning over and connecting our lips in a slow, deep kiss, so she can taste how delicious she is. I glide my tongue into her warm mouth, sharing the orgasm I gave her.

Emotions roll through me like a storm as I draw back, her eyes fluttering as they focus on me.

“Now, be a good little girl and put on the robe there.” I point to the side wall where there are two fluffy, white, five-star hotel style robes hanging. “I’m going to make you some tea and a grilled cheese sandwich. Soak up that alcohol. Tomorrow will be a very different day for you—” I stall mid-sentence. The hammer of realization that I don’t know her name hits me again.

She reads my mind with a smile so sweet, I probably need a shot of insulin. “I’m Fay. Fay Dunkin. Like the donut shop,” she says, her name like a song, and I can’t believe how connected I am to her already.

“I’m Hudson. But when we are home, and especially when I’m fucking you, you call me Daddy.”