Trained By Daddy by Ava Sinclair
Chapter Eight
Gabe
A Daddy is strong.A Daddy maintains control. If Lila wants to stop at the spanking and touching, it’s going to demand every ounce of self-discipline to put on the brakes. I’d do it, though. I’d do it for her. She may be a submissive, but she’s already got this Daddy wrapped around her little finger. I may be dominant, but I’m listening to her body.
Fortunately, she’s as worked up as I am. My cock grows painfully hard as the silken walls of her pussy flex on my fingers. When the sweet contractions subside, I lift her so that she’s straddling my lap. I’m thrilled when her arms go around me and she presses her hungry pussy down onto my cock, asking for more.
Damn, she’s hot, and now that I’ve seen that white round ass, I want to see the rest of her. I tip her from my lap and stand to pull the dress over her head. She steps back, looking down as she fumbles with the clasp of her bra. There’s a moment’s hesitation, and I know in the back of her mind she’s still worried that I’ll find her lacking. How can I find the words to tell her that her soft, natural breasts complete the ideal image I already had in my mind? While I admire women who work to keep themselves tight and toned, my preference is for the soft, fuckable personification of Juno.
I lift her breasts, loving the weight of them. Lila is looking up at me, her pink lips parted, her green eyes filled with soft passion. I lean down, crowning each ruddy nipple with a kiss.
“Beautiful,” I say as I kneel, grasping her hips. I’m overcome with the sudden desire to taste her. Lila is clearly not expecting this and I have to hold her steady as I swipe my tongue through her cleft, lapping up her arousal before spreading her outer labia and grasping her clit in my mouth, drawing on it with enough pressure to drive her up and over the peak of ecstasy. I slide my hands around to grasp the mounds of her cheeks, pulling her against my face as she comes hard.
“Please,” she says, her hands on my head now. Her fingers wind themselves into my hair. “Please. I…I…”
She can’t put her desire into words, but I know what she wants. Lila is a giver, and as much as she loves receiving pleasure, she wants me to take mine, too.
I stand, cupping my hands under her ass as I lift her up. Her arms and legs go around me as I walk with her to the desk. I know Lila thinks she’s heavy, but she’s light to a man like me. I push the computer and other items on my desk aside as I lay her down. I could take her from behind, but I want our first time to be face to face. I want Lila to look into my eyes, to see how much she turns me on.
She watches me as I undress. Shoes, shirt, pants. I remove my briefs last, exposing a cock at full staff, eager for its reward. I position myself between her legs and lean back over.
She’s so fucking adorable with her slightly upturned nose and full, sexy lips. I smooth her brow as I study her pretty, trusting face. “A desk isn’t that romantic. We could go somewhere else,” I offer.
She shakes her head, putting her hand to my cheek. “No. It’s fine. It’s all so…fine.” She reaches for me as she speaks, and I shudder at the feel of her soft white hand guiding my cock towards her pussy. I can feel her heat.
“You’re big,” she says, and I know it’s not just something she’s saying to flatter my ego. I am big.
“Do you want me to go easy?” I ask.
“I like it hard.”
That’s good, because that’s how I want to give it to her. I thrust into Lila’s welcoming heat, enjoying the cry of surprise at getting what she asked for. She’s tight as fuck and I hold still for a few seconds to keep myself in check. I want this to last. I want to feel her coming on me when I finally let go.
Sex with her is just like I thought it would be. The softness of her voluptuous body beneath me, the high little cries of passion, even the sounds of my body meeting hers. My hands are everywhere, feeling as much as I can, roaming the womanly mounds and curves of her physique. I can feel the newly defined muscles under her softness. Exercise has made her stronger without sacrificing the padding I prefer.
Lila is moaning now, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her auburn hair fans around her like a cloud. I take hold of her hips, holding her tight as I increase the force of my thrusts. She slides back and forth on the desk, one arm flailing out to knock over a pencil holder. Pens and pencils roll across the floor. She wraps her legs around me.
“Oh, Gabe!” she cries. Her pussy clenches my cock with exquisite rhythm. I can’t hold back anymore. My body tenses a second before the sweetest release of my life. I shoot jet after jet of seed into her, crying out with each one.
When it’s over, I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent.
I don’t know how long we lay together, but it’s not long enough. As soon as her body is unsealed from mine, I miss the feeling of her skin.
I move aside so she can get dressed. She does so in silence. I pull my shorts and pants back on, pick up my t-shirt from the floor and sling it over my shoulder.
“Hey,” I say.
She’s smoothing the front of her dress as she turns to me.
“This isn’t a one off, Lila, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not that kind of guy.”
“I know you’re not. I just don’t want there to be complications for you. I mean, I’m a client.”
“Yeah.” I walk over and take her in my arms. “And I’m the boss. That means I call the shots. I’m Gym Daddy, remember?”
She looks up at me and grins. “Yeah, Gym Daddy.”
“Only now I may have to retire that shirt, because I’m Lila’s Daddy.”
“Don’t you dare retire the shirt.” She scowls. “It’s who you are. Your clients would be disappointed. Besides, I like that shirt, although I have to say you look even better with it off.”
“I’m glad you think so, because you’re going to be seeing me without it so much you’ll get sick of it.”
“Nope. I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Then we have that in common, too.”
She grows quiet. There’s something else on her mind. I wait for her to tell me.
“I am sorry for writing about you like that without permission.”
“Well, I’m sorry I looked at your computer without your permission. In the end, though, I think it worked out okay.” I study her face. “Hope you feel the same.”
“Oh, god yes…” She drops her eyes coyly.
“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” I ask.
She shrugs. “Working.”
“And then working out, right?”
“I guess.”
I reach behind her and give her ass a smack. “No. Not ‘I guess.’ You are, baby girl. Your health is important, so you’re going to keep working out. With me. And tomorrow after we finish here you know what I’m going to do?”
She shakes her head.
“I’m going to take you back to my place and spoil you with a nice home-cooked meal. Do you like spaghetti?”
“Love it. Can I bring anything?”
“An appetite. Does my little girl have a favorite wine?”
“How about I bring some with me.”
“Sure. If you want.” I pause. “You can bring wine, but you should know there’s a dress code.
“Really?” she asks, arching a brow.
I nod. “No panties. And there will be other instructions, too. Look for them in your email. Daddy will send you a list.”
I kiss her, and she takes her bag and leaves. The feel of her lips lingers on mine, the taste of her lingers on my tongue. I can’t wait to see her again.
