Daddy's Game Page 3

  “That’s amazing. I’d like to see that play.”

  “I prolly got it on my phone. I’ll show ya later. You mentioned something about pizza the other night. What kind of pizza do you like? I’m starved.”

  “Pepperoni.”

  “Pepperoni it is.” He turned and walked to the window for better cell reception and ordered them a pizza.

  When it arrived, they were so hungry they ate more than talked during their meal. After they were finished, Carmen took their plates over to the sink to rinse them off.

  “Can I help?” he asked, casually leaning against the wall.

  Did he know how hot he looked just lounging in her tiny kitchen? Was he trying to distract her? Because he was totally succeeding. “I got it,” she said.

  “Oh, you got it alright.” He gave her a long leisurely once-over. “I’ve been thinking about you, girl, haven’t been able to get you off my mind.”

  She sensed his presence behind her before she felt his hands on her waist.

  “I’ve been trying to be good, but you’re so sexy. I can’t resist you, babygirl.”

  A wave of desire thrilled through her as his hands skimmed over her belly and he started unbuttoning her jean shorts. Her knees almost buckled and she held onto his forearms for support.

  “But…” was the only protest she could muster.

  “But I think you have on too many clothes,” he said, slipping her shorts down to her ankles.

  Feeling dizzy, she turned to steady herself and found herself in his arms. When she lifted her face to his, he claimed her mouth, hungrily sliding his tongue between her lips. The electricity between them ramped up a notch, and for a moment she allowed herself the pleasure of letting go and relishing what it felt like to be in his arms. Things were happening so fast. It unnerved her, but it also excited her. She found her body responded to the aggressive way he acted on his desire for her.

  He stepped back and lifted her t-shirt over her head.

  Instinctively she covered herself with her hands. It made her uncomfortable to be half-naked in front of him. Like most plus-sized girls, Carmen believed men preferred a thinner woman, and she was self-conscious about her voluptuous figure. She weighed at least thirty pounds more than the models on the magazine covers she saw every week at the grocery store checkout line.

  “What are you doing? Stop. I want to see you.” He pulled her hands away, firmly placing them at her sides.

  “I’m embarrassed.” She felt the warmth rising in her cheeks. He smiled and shook his head. “Girl, you don’t know how good you look, do you?”

  “Well, I… I just need to lose a few pounds,” she stammered.

  “Lose a few pounds, my ass! You’re beautiful. I love your curves. I don’t need an anorexic woman. I want a girl who knows how to live, how to eat,” he said, wrapping his arms around her again. “How to love.”

  He scooped her up like a bride about to cross the threshold and started climbing the stairs.

  Panic rose in her throat. “Natron, you can’t. Please! You’ll drop me.”

  He merely chuckled. “You don’t know how strong I am. I’m not gonna drop you.”

  “But Natron, what are you doing?”

  “What do you think I’m doing? I’m taking you to bed.”

  “But, but… it’s so fast.” The alarm bells that had been going off in her head waned. His persuasive charms were quickly overriding her concerns, and she longed to give in to him, but how could she?

  “When I see what I want, I have to have it. And right now what I want is you.” He nuzzled her neck, nibbling his way around her earlobe.

  The words ‘right now’ stuck in her head. Okay, so he wanted her now, but what about afterwards? Would he want her later, or would she be just another conquest for the big football star?

  When he reached the top of the stairs, he tossed her on the bed and proceeded to take off the rest of his clothes. As he stood there in all his naked glory, Carmen drew a ragged breath. He was gorgeous.

  Good lord, he must have to work out constantly to look like that and still be able to eat pizza. His body was rock hard, every muscle well-defined. He even had that sexy Apollo’s belt that made that deep ‘v’ leading directly to his enormous cock. As impressive as the rest of him was, it was impossible for her not to stare at his erection jutting out proudly before him.

  “Now it’s your turn.” He tugged at her panties.

  “Natron, I don’t know. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…”

  He pursed his lips. “Alright then, let’s play a game instead.”

  She closed her legs, eyeing him skeptically, feeling nervous and excited all at the same time. “What kind of game?”

  “I call it ‘Everything But,’” he said.

  “What do you do?” The game sounded rather self-explanatory, but she was stalling for time.

  “You get naked and we can do everything but have sex. No penetration. Just foolin’ around.” He sat on the bed next to her and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. “No harm in that, is there?”

  He smelled so good, his skin felt so good against hers that she hardly noticed her better judgment melting away, seduced by his words. He was right. They were already both naked and if they weren’t going to have sex, why not play around a little bit?

  She lay back and allowed his hands to wander. He caressed her thighs with the palm of his hand, then travelled up her stomach to fondle her breast, whispering, “You’re so beautiful.”

  Her breath caught in her throat and she rasped, “So are you.”

  After kneading her breast, his mouth enveloped its center and his tongue toyed with her nipple, sending a jolt of bliss through her veins.

  She clutched him to her, embracing his attentions and praying they would continue for a long, long time. The broad expanse of his back and shoulders dwarfed her, and she loved how he made her feel small, more feminine.

  The urgent nudging of his cock against her hip disclosed his need for her. Wanting more, she raised her hips, trying to mold her skin to his.

  “Now, that’s a bad girl,” he teased.

  Normally she would have blushed, but Carmen was far beyond caring about propriety. She pulled him to her for a heated kiss, then said, “I don’t care.”

  “Oh, okay. I see how it is.” He bent his lips to hers and tasted her. His tongue moved with hers, each rolling over the other in a sensuous dance of passion.

  He reached between her legs, stroking first her inner thigh, then moving deliciously closer to her core. Slowly, he traced her outer lips with his fingers, causing her to thrust her pelvis upward, betraying her wanton desires.

  After much teasing, he finally dipped a finger inside her aching channel. She squirmed underneath him, a slight moan escaping her throat. He worked her pussy until it was drenched with wanting, needing to be filled.

  He began tracing tiny little circles over her engorged clit.

  “Oh, my God!” she shrieked, about to come.

  He rolled away from her and ordered her in a hoarse voice, “Climb on top of me.”

  Usually Carmen was self-conscious about being on top; she didn’t like giving her partner a full view of her ample figure. But Natron made her feel safe somehow. He could have any woman he wanted and it boosted her confidence that he wanted her.

  She sat atop him, emboldened by the lust he’d inspired in her. Leaning over to kiss him, she ground her pelvis against his steel rod, which only served to increase the wetness at her core.

  He brushed his lips over her erect nipples and she cried out in ecstasy, desire threatening to overtake her. Watching him suckle her, she was overcome by the beautiful contrast of his dark skin against her milky flesh. With a wanton disregard for the rules of the game, Carmen tilted back and forth until her opening hovered just over the head of his cock.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” he chided. “Everything but.” He took her wrists and held them firmly.

  She groaned. All this teasing was driving her i
nsane; she wanted him inside her.

  He lifted his pelvis so his cock rubbed against her swollen clit and then down to her throbbing pussy.

  “That’s not fair,” she whimpered.

  “Didn’t say it was fair, but that’s the game. The game you agreed to play.” His eyes locked with hers and she saw her own lust and frustration mirrored in his eyes.

  It wasn’t much of a battle. Her brain told her to hold off, enjoy the foreplay… but her pussy had other ideas. Pulsing with a heartbeat all its own, her nether regions took charge, and her intrepid lust won the day. In a defiant move, she uncharacteristically challenged him. Though he held her arms, she shifted her crotch and impaled herself onto him.

  Relief washed over her as she took him inside her. Slowly she rocked back, letting him fill her completely. The sensation was so welcome, tears began to form in her eyes.

  He freed her wrists and she swiped at her eyes before laying her hands on either side of his chest to balance herself. Dropping her pelvis up and down, she fucked him at a languid pace, relishing every nuance of the movement. Her eyelids slowly fluttered shut as she embraced the delicious sensations that gripped her body. So it shocked her when she felt a sharp slap to her ass.

  Her eyes flew open and she cried out.

  “That’s a naughty little girl, fucking Daddy when she was supposed to do everything but that.”

  His words stopped her cold. She wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not.

  He smacked her again on the other cheek. “Don’t stop now. The only thing worse than a naughty girl who can’t follow directions is a cock-tease.”

  She began gyrating her hips again hesitantly. The dirty way he talked to her made what she was doing seem all the more forbidden. The idea of being a ‘naughty girl’ had always turned her on. How had he known that?

  Perhaps he’d sensed it, her longing to commit illicit acts, then be punished for them. In any case, she was in heaven here with him. He was fulfilling her in ways she hadn’t known were possible outside her fantasies.

  He swatted her again on the backside, his hand transmitting heat to her smarting buttocks, and with each smack she squealed. This seemed to egg him on, and he continued spanking her until she grew wobbly atop him.

  At that point he scooped her up with one arm and flipped her over on her back, all the while remaining buried deep in her cunt. Flat on her back, Carmen sank down into the mattress and welcomed the hard fucking he gave her. When she no longer had the energy to hold onto his neck, her arms flopped over her head. Natron promptly took both wrists in one of his huge hands and held them above her head, restraining her movement.

  She hooked one ankle over the other across his backside and held on for dear life. He pounded into her with the rapid power and speed that reminded her of a freight train. She’d never been with a man this athletic before; just experiencing the fervor with which he fucked her was a workout.

  Within minutes the shimmering waves of one orgasm after another washed over her. He continued pumping into her for several strokes before pulling out and telling her to open her mouth. She complied as he placed a knee on either side of her head. He towered over her, controlling her weaker body with his stronger one. Carmen obediently held her tongue out to receive his salty essence. She captured the pearly droplets and swallowed.

  “Suck it, babygirl, till Daddy’s not hard anymore,” he instructed her.

  Closing her eyes, she took him in her mouth, gently sucking and gliding her tongue around his shaft until he was flaccid.

  He pulled out and collapsed alongside her on the bed.

  She rolled into him and he took her in his arms. “Good girl,” he said.

  She kissed his chest and answered, “Thank you, Daddy.” The words spilled out of her mouth easily. Burrowing down into that cozy nook where his arm met his chest, she laid her arm across him and basked in the bliss of the moment.

  * * *

  Later that week, Natron asked Carmen out on a date. Not above wanting to impress her, he’d hired a driver to take them out for dinner and dancing.

  Remembering how she liked to eat, he took her to one of his favorite restaurants, Matt’s Tex Mex. It wasn’t fancy, but the Mexican cuisine was out of this world. They slurped swirled frozen margaritas that came in a fishbowl glass the size of their heads, and Natron ordered beef fajitas while Carmen went with the cheese enchiladas.

  They sat across from each other, nibbling tortilla chips, when Natron motioned Carmen to lean toward him. When she did, he laid a hand on her knee and whispered in her ear, “I want you to take your panties off.”

  She leaned back to look at him, eyes wide, lips pursed as she considered. She gulped. “Can I go to the bathroom?”

  He grinned and shook his head. “Ah-ah-ah. Gotta stay here. Do it at the table.” He was testing her, wanting to find out if she would play his games, how submissive she could be.

  “But, how…?” she stammered, trying to figure out how she could possibly remove her underwear at the table. The table was covered with a tablecloth, but they were seated in the middle of the room. The restaurant was packed and there were people seated at tables all around them.

  He shrugged. “Just do it.” His eyes scanned the room. “Nobody’s looking.”

  She snorted. “Really? The most famous football player in the world is here and nobody’s looking? I doubt that!”

  “Probably not the most famous ‘in the world,’” he said with false modesty, teasing her.

  She sighed heavily and started wriggling in her chair. He enjoyed watching her squirm as she tried to inch the elastic down little by little under her skirt.

  Their food arrived while she was in the middle of her task, and she looked terribly uncomfortable as the waiter placed her food in front of her and asked if they’d like anything else. She gave him a plastered-on smile and shook her head.

  Natron laughed and dug into his meal. A few minutes later, Carmen poked him. “Okay, they’re off. Now what do you want me to do with them?”

  “Hand them to me.”

  She pressed a handful of bunched-up fabric into his palm. He grinned and pocketed it. “Thank you. It pleases me that you did what I asked.”

  “You’re welcome,” she said, then started on her enchiladas.

  After they consumed their meal, Natron asked, “How does it feel to be sitting there, in public, without any panties?”

  “Kinda naughty,” she said, scrunching up her shoulders as if she relished being a naughty girl.

  Natron lifted his index finger. “Check, please,” he told the waiter. While they waited, he and Carmen stared hungrily into each other’s eyes. Under the table he laced his fingers through hers and stroked her palm with his thumb. He couldn’t wait to get out of there so he could kiss her, hold her, fuck her.

  Walking out to the car, he squeezed her ample bottom and she turned to face him. He grabbed her ass with both hands and planted a kiss on her lips. She melted into his arms, and he ruled her mouth with his. When she tilted her pelvis toward him, he broke away, saying, “Don’t tell me you want to go dancing. Please say you don’t still want to go dancing.” Then he buried his mouth in the crook of her neck and ran his hands down the curve of her hips.

  Her voice was breathy. “Maybe we could dance at your place,” she whimpered in response to his kisses, “or mine.”

  He pulled her into the car and instructed the driver to take them home. The partition closed and they were alone in the backseat. Natron turned Carmen over his knee and started to raise her skirt.

  “What are you doing?” she squeaked.

  “Just an inspection. Don’t move.” He lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her naked bottom.

  “But the driver,” she protested.

  “He’s not paying any attention to us. He’s driving.”

  Natron hugged her torso with one arm and skimmed her magnificent round globes with the other. He investigated her pussy with his fingers. “Damn, you’re wet, girl.”
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  She made a whiny noise and wiggled in his grasp.

  “I’m not sure you should be this aroused, little girl. You may need a spanking.”

  Her muffled cry indicated to him that she disagreed, but he took aim and swatted her lovely rear end anyway.

  He entered her pussy with his finger. “Still wet. Better try again,” he said, then smacked her hind end.

  Carmen squirmed and protested, but he repeated the process several times until her ass cheeks were hot to the touch and her cunt was dripping with her juices.

  When they arrived home, they didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Once they got inside Natron’s entry hall, he unbuckled his pants and let them slide to the floor. He picked her up and pressed her against the wall. “Lock your legs around my waist.”

  She encircled him with her thighs, and his erection pulsed hard against her mound. He re-adjusted, then in one swift move, sheathed his cock inside her slick welcoming walls. He pushed himself deep into her, captured her mouth, and they danced the dance he’d been fantasizing about all night.

  Chapter Five

  Natron fiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves.

  He wore a navy, pin-striped Hugo Boss suit with a lavender shirt and a grey tie flecked with small blue squares. It wasn’t often that he dressed up, but when he did, he made sure he was styled to the hilt. A four-carat diamond stud adorned his left ear and his dress shoes had been shined to perfection.