Page 26 of Daddy's Temptation
“Candace, I’ve watched you in the doll house. I’ve never once seen you play with any of that stuff. You color when Sugar is around because she likes to do it, but when you’re by yourself, you curl up with a book… When you’re not playing with someone else,” I growl the last part because it pisses me off just thinking about her with someone else.
Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, and she gives me a shy smile. This isn’t Candace the fierce businesswoman who is ready to take the world by storm. This is my sweet little girl. It pleases me beyond belief how quickly she slipped into her little self. She may not realize it yet, but she trusts me. I make a silent promise to never betray that trust.
“Thank you, daddy. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
I tug her against my chest, holding her to me as if I can will her to see how good we can be together. The room is a small gesture toward a much bigger goal. Candace is strong-willed, she won’t easily be convinced that our temporary arrangement can become more. But I’m damn well going to try.
“You’re welcome, angel. Now, tell me what made my sweet girl cry.” She tries to pull away, but I hold fast, not letting her slip from my grasp. “I can’t help if you won’t talk to me.”
She thumps her head on my chest, keeping her eyes downcast. If she needs to hide from me to talk, I’ll allow it—for now—because I don’t want to push her away. This bond we are growing as daddy and little girl is fragile. Our friendship outside our new dynamic didn’t include heartfelt conversation. Candace doesn’t open up to many people, earning her trust will be a battle of wills. Thankfully I’m a stubborn sonofabitch who isn’t going to let her hide.
“It’s just the same work stuff. My boss is awful. I hate my job. Poor pitiful Candace has a great job with one of the country's biggest and best real estate companies. I should be happy. I’m living the dream, whatever that means.”
I put a knuckle under her chin and turn her face up so she’s looking at me. “Angel, you don’t have to like a job just because it’s supposed to be a good one. From what you’ve told me, your boss is a real jackass. I understand why you hate it. The best company in the world can still suck to work at… especially if you don’t like the job you’re doing.”
Her eyes turn sad and watery again. “Is it wrong of me to not want to be some big real estate mogul?”
I shake my head. “No, it isn’t. Sometimes we don’t realize what we don’t want until we’re already in the thick of things.”
She sighs. “I’m definitely in the thick of things.”
“Tell me, if you could do anything else in the whole wide world, what would it be?”
Candace is quiet for a long time, giving my question a lot more thought than I figured she would. I’m not totally surprised when she doesn’t tell me what career she would rather have. “I would be stripped naked on that big beautiful bed, letting my daddy do whatever he wants with me instead of talking about my job.”
If she wants to forget her worries for now, I’ll make her forget. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let it go. We’re having the conversation whether she likes it or not. Tonight, that’s not what she needs. Tonight, she needs me to take control and be my babygirl.
I thread my fingers in her hair and clench it tightly, tugging her head back. “Then strip for daddy, little girl.”
She shivers at the command, not hesitating for even a second before she starts taking her clothes off. If it were another day, I would make her go slower… reveal her body bit by bit so I can enjoy the tease. The truth of the matter is, I want her as badly as she wants me, and the fastest way to get there is with her naked and ready for me.
When the last of her clothes hit the floor, I take a moment to enjoy her. My eyes devour all of her from her blonde hair to the delicate curve of her neck to the soft mounds of her breasts. My eyes eat up every inch of her perfect, pale skin. I don’t stop admiring her until I get to her lavender tipped toes. There was a reason I picked that color for our playroom. Purple is my girl's favorite color, though I’m positive she doesn’t realize I know that. I might not know everything in her heart, but I’ve been watching from the sidelines for a long time. Enough to know all the little things another man wouldn’t if he agreed to a casual affair.
Her toes wiggle, a small tell that lets me know she’s antsy, maybe even shy at my perusal. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Candace doesn’t respond, but the pink blush on her cheeks and the way her blue eyes sparkle tell me she’s pleased. Lightly, I trail a finger across her cheek and down to her chest, drawing teasing circles around one pretty pink nipple. The tip tightens to a hard peak, and I give it a little pinch. She squeals at the unexpected hurt, but my lips encircling it with a gentle suck turns that squeal into a throaty moan.
Her hands instinctively go to the back of my head, holding me to her breast. She whimpers when I pull away. “Hands behind your back. It’s my turn to play.” Like a good little girl, she obeys instantly. “Good girl.”
I suck and lick and bite her nipples, switching from one to the other. Quiet gasps and moans are my reward, not to mention the sweet honey I know is dripping from her pussy. She clenches her thighs together trying to alleviate her growing need. A quick slap to her bottom draws a whimper from her and she stands stock-still.
“Such a good, good girl. Should she get a reward?”
“Yes, daddy.” Is her breathless reply. “Please?”
“Crawl up on the bed. I want you on your hands and knees.”
After a moment of hesitation, she does as I say. My mouth waters at the sight of her glistening pussy. She’s fucking soaked. I slowly strip off my shirt and unbutton my pants, leaving them on for the moment. My control isn’t what it should be, her pussy bare and dripping is a temptation that I can’t resist. She jumps when I lightly touch her bottom, probably expecting a spank. If that’s what she’s after, she’s in for a disappointment because her pleasure is my only goal.
I massage her until the tightness leaches out, and she’s sinking into the mattress with her bottom still high in the air. Once she’s relaxed and making little sounds of pleasure in the back of her throat, I lean in and lick her sweetness from top to bottom. Candace moans and pushes back into my mouth. I grip her ass cheeks with a growl, spreading her open for my hungry mouth.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue then lick her slow and gentle, teasing her opening with the promise of more until she’s whimpering and moaning with unfulfilled need. My cock throbs, begging for release. I lap at her sweet honey, teasing myself as much as I’m teasing her. Despite my determination to drag this out until she’s delirious with need, I can already feel my resolve unraveling. The need to sink inside her is torturous. I suck her greedy clit between my lips and lash the bundle of nerves with my tongue.
Candace’s moans fuel my hunger. I torture her clit, bringing her to the very edge but stopping before she can tip over into that chasm over and over. Every time she makes a sound of protest but doesn’t complain. I reward her good behavior with more of my mouth. Only this time, I plunge my tongue deep inside her tight pussy, fucking her with it as if it were my cock.
“Daaaddyyyy,”she moans, drawing it out for several syllables.
“Right here, babygirl.”