Page 49 of Forbidden Fruit
“Okay,” she concedes.
The simplicity of her answer betrays her youth, but it makes me want to do right by her.
“Okay,” I say, then pause. “I want you. I want you so bad I can’t control myself when I’m with you.”
“And you thrive on control, I know,” she replies.
My lips tilt up unbidden. That she already knows me and how I work—and isn’t turned off by it—is such a turn on for me. And a relief. I don’t have to hide who I truly am. I don’t have to pretend to smile, though with her, I find myself using these atrophied muscles more and more.
“I certainly do,zitella.” My voice drops low with a promise of pleasure.
“I’m not complaining, Daddy.” I can hear her smile through the phone. The sound that comes out of my chest is a primal growl. Every time the word comes out of her plush lips, I’d fall to my knees for her. I already did. And I do hope to make a repeat.
“Then turn on the camera and show me how little you’re complaining about the way I command your body,” I order. My heart pumps faster with trepidation, my eyes growing wide as the video appears on screen. Vanessa is still in her little shorts and cami, kneeling on the bed as she props the phone on what I assume is the dresser.
Her serene smile puts me at ease. I let my hand travel to my groin and take hold of my hardening cock. My baby girl doesn’t miss the movement and bites her lip. I track every single one of her reactions like a man starved and groan as I glide my hand along my length. Her taste lingers on my tongue, the image of her legs spread open for me has me ready to blow. But it’s not that image that will be my ruin. I don’t need to resort to that when I have her on the other side of the screen, gliding her hands all over her body. I’ve barely touched myself yet but I’m desperate to come. I need it as much as I need her.
“Let me see you, Daddy,” she rasps.
I feel like a teenager again, doing something I’m not supposed to, but the forbidden aspect of our situation makes my blood surge. I’m not going to last. I angle the phone so she can see me stroke myself and she moans. Thank God for wireless earbuds.
She pinches her nipples and her breath hitches. The suggestive shadows of the tight peaks under the cami create the most erotic picture. I fist myself harder, pumping into my hand with more frantic strokes.
“Don’t remove your shorts,zitella. Slide the fabric to the side like I did tonight. When I see you fully naked for the first time, I want to be right there with you.”
She whimpers but obeys, her hand already down to her pussy where she caresses her clit with a figure eight motion. I file the knowledge into a neat pile named after her in my brain.
“Butyou’renaked,” she whines.
“And you love it,” I chastise, breath shallow. “It makes me hard to know what I do to you,zitella.”
Her nickname falls from my lips over and over like that’s the only thing that makes sense. While I hold the phone and my arm starts to strain, nothing else matters but the sensation of little ants crawling from my shoulder to my hand and the sparks of pleasure from where I stroke my cock. I take my time, riveted to the sight of Vanessa throwing her head back in ecstasy.
“Daddy, I’m gonna come!”
“You’re doing such a good job for me,zitella. Make yourself come for Daddy. And be loud.”
I pant as I pick up my pace, arms trembling.
“I wanna see you come, Daddy!” Vanessa pleads.
It’s my turn to obey.
With gritted teeth to muffle my groan, I come in thick ropes over my hand and abs.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Vanessa moans as she comes as well, her body raked with shivers and spasms. Her eyes remained on the screen of her phone. On me and my cock. On my pleasure. The power is heady and makes my head swim.
I’ve jerked off thousands of times and nothing has ever compared to this moment, with my employee looking at me like she’d swallow me given the chance. When was the last time anyone looked at me like I wastheirsun? Never, is the answer.
Darkness and emptiness aren’t even in the room with me, waiting in the corners to take their place back on my shoulders.They’re just absent. For the first time in years. All thanks to the little ray of summer in my perpetual winter.
“Let me wash my hands. Don’t hang up!” Vanessa laughs and disappears from view. I do the same and get back into bed, phone in hand, waiting for her to reappear on my screen. I’m eager to wish her goodnight. And eager to see her tomorrow.
“Hey,” she says as she settles in.
“Hey.”
“That was… so hot.” She laughs again, the sound becoming one of my top three sounds in the world with the laughter of my children.