Dirty Seduction

I feel more in control than I’ve ever felt around him, wrapped up tight in a fluffy robe while he stands naked, his dick in my hand. I’ve been learning, trying hard to do it just as he likes it, and it’s working. His breath is fast, and the muscles in his thighs are so tight, his eyes staring at my fingers as they work so hard.

“That’s so good,” he groans. “That’s good, Laine.”

I don’t feel so much like his little girl this morning. I’m a woman, not a prudish little virgin. I’m the one giving him all the pleasure as he thrusts in my grip.

“You want to make me come? Like this?”

“Yes.” My voice sounds more confident than usual.

His eyes meet mine, and I smile but don’t add a please or a Daddy or even a Daddy Nick. I can tell he’s thinking about it, I can see it in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything and I take it as some kind of silly victory. I can’t explain why, it just is.

Not being a virgin anymore has gone to my head.

I nearly snort and giggle at the thought of me in slutty underwear and ridiculously high heels as I morph into some sex siren, but when he arches his back and his cock twitches, everything becomes so serious.

I’m going to make him come, without his help, without him taking over, or putting it in my mouth, or gripping my fingers and showing me what to do.

“Fuck, Laine,” he groans. “That’s so fucking nice.”

My heart swells with pride, knowing I can do this. I’m not such the silly little prude I thought I was.

My wrist is aching but I don’t slow down, I concentrate on the tip of him, where he’s getting wet, and that makes him grunt and sway and curse.

I love the way it makes him curse.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he tells me, but I already know that I can feel it in the way his cock jerks, in the rasp of his breath.

I could explode with joy when the first spurt of cum splatters the cistern. It’s not even close to the bowl, but that doesn’t matter, Daddy Nick isn’t even looking. His eyes are screwed shut, his voice nothing more than grunts as he spurts again and again.

I made him come.

A milestone that seems like such a big deal.

I can’t stop grinning.

“You look like the cat who got the cream,” he laughs when he’s gathered his breath. “Well done, sweetheart. That was perfect.” Perfect.

My cheeks tickle from smiling so brightly. “Thanks.”

“I’ll be expecting that kind of treatment every morning if you’re not careful,” he says, but he’s joking, his eyes sparkle. “Now, let’s go and get you some breakfast, you’ve certainly earned it.”

He slaps my ass as he passes me by, and grins as he grabs his robe.

THIS ISN’T the morning Daddy Nick I’ve come to know. He makes breakfast and hums a song I’ve never heard. He’s relaxed today. Today I help him, chopping up mushrooms as he fries the sausages, and getting the bread ready for the toaster.

“Teamwork,” he says as I drop the mushrooms into the pan.

“Teamwork,” I agree, and raise me on tiptoes until he presses his lips to mine.

The bacon smells incredible, and I am ravenous. I let out the most contented sigh as we sit down to eat our meal, and he smiles over at me before he tucks in.

“I used to hate the weekends,” he tells me. “They felt so empty. I’d work, just to fill the time.”

“Mine too,” I admit. “I mean I babysat, but Kelly Anne is normally busy in the daytime, and Mum would be out. Crappy TV was my friend.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Crosswords were mine,” he admits. “When the to-do list was checked off, that is.”

The bacon tastes as delicious as it smells. I tell him so and he compliments me on how the mushrooms are sliced just so.

“So, here we are,” he says. “A whole weekend with no work, and no babysitting. What to do, Laine?”

I shrug. “Whatever you want. I’m happy just being here with you.”

“And I’m happy being here with you,” he says. “But we should go out, do something, live a little.”

I’ve been living plenty, but I don’t tell him that. I get the feeling he’s breathing for the first time in forever, and I get that because I am too.

Like a butterfly breaking out of a lonely cocoon. That’s what I feel like. Like a butterfly.

Butterflies.

I have an idea. A great idea that gives me shivers.

“What?” he asks. “Where do you want to go?”

I shrug like it’s nothing. “Just somewhere. I need to look it up online.” “We’ll go wherever you want,” he says. “My treat.” But not today. Today will be my treat.

I keep quiet and eat my breakfast, and he does too. He looks at me curiously, as though he’s trying to read me, but I keep a poker face, determined not to ruin the surprise. I so want to surprise him.

I clear our plates as soon as we’re done.