Page 12 of Daddy's Obsession
“Are the rumors true that you’re pregnant? Is that why you skipped out on your photoshoot today?”
Up until that question, Estella had been clinging to my side and pointedly ignoring their questions. With that one she comes to an abrupt halt. “What?”
“Is it true that you’re pregnant and that’s really why you and Brent split? Did you cheat on him? Who’s your baby’s father? Is this him?”
Estella stands frozen just staring as the reporter asks questions rapid fire. “Get the fuck out of the way,” I say, shouldering my way through the crowd. Estella snaps out of whatever trance she was in and quickens her step to keep up with me. The flashbulbs and questions don’t stop until we are safely ensconced in the back of the car.
“Sorry about that. They always manage to find me whenever I’m out. I should have warned you.”
“It’s not your fault, princess. Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m used to them asking all kinds of questions. Pregnancy is a new one though…” She worries her lip between her teeth. She won’t say it, but I know that one bothered her. She told me that she hadn’t given away her v-card—her words, not mine—yet because she wanted it to be with someone special.
“They are just trying to sell magazines. Don’t let it get to you.”
“I know, you’re right… it’s just… I don’t like the idea of people thinking of me that way. That I would cheat on Brent… that I would get pregnant with some random man’s baby. I’m not that girl. Even if it was a fake relationship for publicity reasons.”
I can see how much it bothers her, and I’m tempted to go back and strangle the assholes who upset her. It’s intolerable. I have a suspicion that Brent is the ‘source’ that is leaking the ‘truth’ about the end of their fictitious relationship. He’s a manipulative bastard who would do anything to make the headlines. Shaming and tarnishing America’s Sweetheart is the very thing he would do to draw sympathy from the public.
“No one will believe those lies about you. Brent is an asshole and the world knows it. This will all blow over once he gets bored and moves on to another woman.”
The hopeful look on Estella’s face is enough to make me feel ten feet tall. I would do anything to shield her from the ugliness that comes with being in the spotlight. I’ll have to settle for reassuring her and being here to keep her safe. A feeling of contentment rushes through me when she rests her head on my shoulder.
7
Estella
We get backto the hotel and I’m beyond relieved to be in the safety of my room. The nonsense with Brent has gotten out of control. I can only imagine my stepmother is happy to have my name surrounded by a scandal. She’s an attention seeker and as long as I’m in the limelight, she’s in the limelight playing the supportive and dutiful mother.
We are barely in the room when Gage pushes me against the wall and kisses me senseless. I willingly fall into the distraction. I’d much rather be lost in Gage’s arms than dealing with the drama that seems never-ending. Between my stepmother, Brent, and Steve Nelson, I’m tapped out on what I can handle.
Gage cups my breast, plumping the mound through my clothes, while he kisses a fiery trail down my neck. He nips at my shoulder, then laves the hurt away with his tongue. Every kiss, every lick, every touch makes me want more. I’m greedy for this man and can’t wait a second more to make love to him.
As if he can read my mind, he swings me up into his arms and carries me to the bedroom. He sets me on my feet and quickly removes my clothes until I’m standing in front of him completely naked. For the first time in my life I feel shy to be undressed in front of another person. It’s silly. Gage has already seen my body, touched me everywhere, yet knowing what is about to happen has me feeling every bit the stereotypical blushing virgin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.”
The lustful way he’s looking at me and his words wash away my insecurities. I’ve been told since I was a young girl how beautiful I am, but all of those other times mean absolutely nothing compared to how Gage sees me.
“Get on the bed and touch your pussy,” he orders. “I want you nice and wet. Get yourself dirty so Daddy can lick you clean.”
A shiver of excitement has goosebumps rising on my skin and I quickly do as he says. I lie on my back and lightly trail my fingers down my stomach to my pussy. Gage’s eyes are riveted as he undresses. I get more and more excited as his body is revealed. He’s an Adonis. Tall and muscular, he’s built like a football player. Most of the men I’ve been around are built more like a swimmer or runner. Gage is all brawn and hard muscles.
I circle my clit until the ache grows to the breaking point. My orgasm is close, so when Gage pushes my hand away, denying me my release, I cry out in disappointment. “Remember what Daddy said?” He wants me to remember something when my body is so primed that I could come with one more touch? “Who owns your orgasms?” He cups my pussy, pressing his palm against my clit. He increases the pressure until I’m panting with both pleasure and pain.
“You do, Daddy.” My words trail off into a moan as he releases the pressure and gently circles my clit with his fingers. “Oh… Daddy,” I moan, stretching out his name. “I’m gonna…”
“Don’t you dare come.” He lowers his mouth to my pussy and sucks my labia into his mouth then his tongue is drawing wicked circles around my clit, alternating between licking and sucking.
“Daddy, I can’t… I need…” My body is barely balancing on a tightrope and I can’t fight it. I need to come. I’m ripped from the edge when Gage slaps my breast. The sharp pain to my nipple distracts me from the intense sensations his mouth is evoking. He alternates slapping my breasts until my nipples are aching and I’m writhing. The pain and pleasure once again blur together until I’m begging for more. I beg for more and plead for him to stop; my mind is a confused jumble as Gage expertly plays my body like a finely tuned instrument.
Just when I’m at the edge and know there is no way I can stop my orgasm, Gage stops. “Noo… Daddy, please… please…” I beg, reaching for him. I grip his shoulders and wrap my legs around his torso, desperate for him to continue. I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t finish me. Despite my hold, Gage moves up my body until his cock is resting between my pussy lips. I rock up into him, rubbing myself against him, but it’s not enough to send me over the edge.
Gage crushes his lips to mine and I can taste myself on him. It’s dirty and sexy at the same time. I’m so distracted by the kiss that it takes me by surprise when he starts to push his thick cock inside me. I break away from the kiss and pant as he stretches me to my limits. Before I’m ready, he pushes deep, ripping through my virginity. I cry out in pain and tears prick my eyes.
“Such a good girl taking Daddy’s cock.”
It hurts, and I tell him so. He licks my tears away as he starts to move within me. “I know, princess. Daddy is big and you’re tiny.”