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  He parked at the back of the lot and went inside. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he glanced around, taking in the romantic atmosphere, flickering candles, and soft music adding to the ambiance. Pulling back a curtain, the maître d’ showed him into a hidden dining area at the back of the building.

  Upon entering, he saw Carmen sitting at the table. Her beauty never ceased to affect him. When she stood up to greet him, he noticed her silky, sapphire-blue dress hugged her curves in all the right places. In an almost imperceptible exchange, he palmed the maître d’ a fifty before crossing the room to Carmen.

  She opened her arms to him, and as he embraced her, a significant amount of his stress evaporated. She felt insanely good. He’d missed the way her body melded perfectly to his and they shared a long, sexy ‘I’ve-missed-you-so-much’ kiss before settling back into their seats.

  They both ordered salads and the Dover sole. They declined cocktails; Natron because he was in training, and Carmen for solidarity. Carmen chattered away about her trip to New York. She had only been back for a couple of days and they’d barely had a chance to talk with the intense practices he’d been attending every day.

  Carmen’s portrait of him was currently on display in New York at the Guggenheim. After a month-long engagement there, the portrait would join the other award winners on tour around the United States.

  “Natron, I feel like I’ve ‘arrived’ as an artist. You should have seen all the important people I met, and the other artists were amazing, so talented. I was in incredible company.”

  “I’m so proud of you, babygirl. I always knew you were the best.”

  She blushed prettily. “Ever since that big show in Dallas, I’ve been getting requests for more and more commissions.” She opened her eyes wide. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep up.”

  “Now that’s the kind of problem we like to have.” Natron lifted his glass of icy water to hers. He’d always known she had a gift, but it thrilled him that others now recognized her talents.

  A tuxedoed waiter placed their dishes before them.

  “Do you want me to cut your meat for you?” he asked, only half-teasing.

  She giggled. “No, thanks, Daddy. This fish is super flaky. Not like a steak or anything.” She wrinkled her nose at him.

  “All right. Just takin’ care of my girl.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  It had taken him awhile to explain the Daddy/little girl relationship he craved to Carmen. He’d started off slow, spanking her for infractions to ‘rules’ he laid down. Some of them were arbitrary, an excuse to spank her lovely bottom. He adored reddening her ass.

  But he also wanted to take care of her. That was more difficult because like most women these days, Carmen was independent. At first she bristled at the idea of a man taking care of her, and money was a big part of the problem. She didn’t want to take his money, so he respected her feelings and found other ways to spoil her. Since she wouldn’t live in his mansion, he improved her place with some upgraded furniture, citing his need for a more comfortable place to sit when he came over. He’d also convinced her it was unsafe for her to drive around in her broken-down old car, and she’d allowed him to buy her a new one.

  Once she understood what a submissive was, Carmen had taken to it like a cat to meowing. It was in her nature to please people, and she wanted to please him. But he needed more than that; he had a deep burning need to make her his, to nurture and protect her. To his satisfaction, she was becoming more and more comfortable with their dynamic all the time.

  “So tell me more about your trip,” he said.

  “The opening was incredible. I met so many wonderful people: other artists, patrons, important art gallery owners, even a stuffy old art critic. The food was great, the hotel was lovely.”

  “How ‘bout the plane ride?” he winked.

  “Wonderful. But you don’t need to spoil me like that. I can take a regular flight. Bump me up to first class if you must, but you don’t need to charter a jet like that!”

  She waved away his grand gesture with protest, but he could see by the way her cheeks flushed with pleasure that she enjoyed the five-star treatment.

  “Fine. We’ll save that for special occasions, but this was a special occasion. It made me sad I couldn’t be there with you, babygirl, so I had to do something extra for you.”

  She placed a hand over his. “The seven humongous bouquets of roses would have been more than enough.”

  “Did you count how many there were?”

  “Of course. Eighty-seven, just like your number. I texted you but I wasn’t sure if you got it.”

  He ran a hand over his head and shook his dreads. “Girl, I’m sorry. I haven’t had the chance to check. Been so busy. Coach is really putting us through our paces this year, and the pressure is on.”

  “I was afraid of that. I know you want to be good, but don’t kill yourself over it,” she said, worry wrinkling her forehead.

  “Don’t you worry about that. Now that I’ve got my girl here, it’s time for some R&R.” He touched her knee under the table and lowered his voice. “You wearing underwear?”

  She looked around and saw they were alone in the room. “No. You asked me not to, Daddy.”

  “Good, because Daddy wants to play a game.”

  Her eyes twinkled, telling him she loved playing Daddy’s games.

  “What is it?”

  “It’s called ‘How Wet Can She Get?’”

  Her lips parted as if she were going to speak, but she remained silent.

  “Let’s get started. I want you to go into the bathroom and finger yourself with two fingers while you count to fifty. Then I want you to make little circles on your little clit while you count to fifty. Do it three times, the whole thing. Then come back and we’ll see how well you’ve done.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said and pushed her chair back.

  He knew his instructions would get her juices flowing. Her half-closed eyelids and slowed breathing gave her away. His cock twitched at the image he conjured in his mind of her perched in a bathroom stall playing with herself exactly as he’d ordered her to.

  While she was gone, he paid the bill and left the waiter a sizable tip. When she entered the private room, he beckoned to her.

  Lifting her hands to his nose, he gave her a disapproving look. “These hands don’t smell like they’ve been in your pussy. Have you been a bad girl? Did you do what Daddy asked you to?”

  She tugged to get her hands back, but he held on, gripping them tighter.

  “I washed them, Daddy! You didn’t say I shouldn’t.”

  “True. So that’s why they smell of lavender instead of your delicious little cunt.”

  She nodded. “I did what you asked,” she hissed, looking around to be sure they were still alone.

  “I’ll be the judge of that.”

  Ever so slowly, he ran a hand up under that tantalizing blue dress. With no panties to impede his progress, he felt her arousal present on her thighs and inserted a digit into her churned-up channel. She was wet. Ready for whatever he wanted to do to her.

  Not only did her dampness bring his cock to life, but her obedience gave him great satisfaction. It was a heady experience to have such an enchanting and accomplished woman do his bidding, and he tilted his head in approval.

  He removed his finger, now coated in her slick fluid.

  “Lick this off for Daddy,” he rasped.

  She wrinkled her nose, but opened her luscious pink lips, took his finger into her mouth, and ran her velvet tongue around it.

  He plucked his finger from her mouth. “That’s right, babygirl. I like to see you getting wet for Daddy.”

  He could see by the twinkle in her eyes that she took pleasure in his words. He stood, put his Tom Ford sunglasses back on, and ushered her outside, his hand resting on the small of her back protectively.

  Outside, he nodded to the driver he’d hired to bring Carmen to the restaurant. He and Carm
en climbed into the back of the town car, and he gave the driver an address, then pressed a button that closed the privacy glass. He’d have someone pick up his car later.

  “Pull that dress up to your waist,” he growled.

  A glimmer of excitement crossed her face as she gathered the hem and hiked it up. The movement was awkward from her seated position, and he liked watching her have to struggle slightly to obey.

  “Open your legs and let Daddy see what you’ve got for me.”

  He moved to the seat across from her for a better view of the show.

  Tentatively she parted her knees.

  “More.”

  She splayed her legs.

  “Wider.”

  She complied, spreading her thighs as wide as she could. “Natron…” she pleaded.

  “Yes?”

  “This is embarrassing,” she squeaked.

  “But it pleases me. And you want to please me, don’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “Words. Use words,” he chided.

  “Yes, sir,” she said, bowing her head.

  “Good girl. Now, I want to see you play with that pussy. What were my instructions for you in the bathroom earlier?”

  “Finger myself fifty times, then make circles on my clit for fifty counts. And to do it three times.”

  “Good. Do it again.”

  He settled back into his seat, fighting the urge to unzip his fly and relieve the pressure of his hardening cock.

  She closed her eyes and brought her fingers down to her pussy. She needed to hunch over slightly to be able to fuck herself with them, and his cock pulsed as she dipped her hand in and out, soaking her fingers with her own juices.

  When she’d finished the first round of ministrations, he commanded, “Taste yourself.”

  Humiliation clouded her face. He knew this made her uncomfortable and seeing her squirm aroused him all the more.

  She inserted her fingers into her mouth, sucking, then removing them in a quick gesture.

  “Not so fast. I want you to enjoy it. What do you taste like?”

  “I don’t know, Natron. Tangy. It’s kinda gross.”

  “You’re going to learn to like it,” he assured her. “Continue.”

  He held back a self-satisfied smirk, watching her pleasure herself. When she reached fifty, he said, “Now taste yourself again. This time I want you to enjoy it.”

  She lifted her fingers to her mouth and made a face.

  He ignored her show of distaste. “That’s it. Suckle on them. I want you to think about my cock, pretend you’re sucking on me.”

  That appeared to help, because her face took on a wanton expression and she licked and suckled her fingers with a fresh passion.

  “Good girl. Now think about my face between your legs. Think about me licking, nipping, tormenting your sweet little pussy.”

  She moaned.

  “Yeah, you like that?”

  She nodded.

  “You taste delicious to me. Why would I ask you to taste yourself if I didn’t think your juices were yummy, babygirl? Think about how much I like to devour you.”

  Her other hand traveled south and began stroking her clit.

  “Uh uh uh. No, you don’t. Now it’s Daddy’s turn.”

  Dropping on the limo floor on his knees, he closed the distance between them.

  “Take your hands and lace them behind your head.”

  She complied, the arch of her back another indicator of her arousal.

  “Time to see how wet you are for Daddy,” he said, then bent his head between her legs.

  He started by running his tongue along the outside of her inner thighs. Her hips bucked and she groaned, spreading her legs even farther apart.

  He inserted a finger and lapped up her copious juices. She tasted truly delicious to him. In any case, he would train her to love her own unique flavor.

  Her delicate folds called to him and he used his tongue to torture them. Tugging with his lips and teeth, pressing hard with the point of his tongue, he elicited an almost constant barrage of cries from her sweet throat.

  He knew it was all she could do not to grab his shoulders and pull him into her, but he’d stopped that by instructing her to hold her hands behind her head.

  “Oh, please lick me, Daddy.”

  He leaned back and slapped her inner thigh, causing her to jump. “Hush, babygirl. You don’t do the bossin’ here. You need to sit still and trust your daddy. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.”

  Sitting back on his heels, he took her in. His darling girl was open like a book, hot and ready, dripping with lust for him. Her blue eyes, normally edged with green, took on deeper peacock tones when she was aroused.

  These were the moments he craved, why he needed to dominate her. For nothing turned him on as much as her arousal. Seeing her in the throes of passion made him feel in control, made him feel whole. Made him love her.

  Grinning, he went back to work plunging into her with his fingers. He reached inside and tickled her g-spot—softly at first, then with more ferocity. She eagerly scooted down into the leather seat, giving him better access.

  With the palm of his other hand, he pressed down on her lower abdomen, his fingers meeting each other on either side of her vaginal wall. She wiggled underneath him and her moans became screams.

  “Now we’re really gonna see how wet you can get, little girl.”

  “Daddy!” she shrieked. “Oh, my God, Daddy!”

  His powerful hands served him in many capacities. In addition to giving him a dream job, they also allowed him to please his woman in a way he wasn’t sure other men could. He moved his hand rapidly in and out of her dripping pussy.

  Her whole body tensed and, knowing she was close, he ramped up the speed and power with which he fucked her, all the while curling his fingers back toward himself, massaging her g-spot from both sides. Then the liquid started flowing out like a dam had burst. Copious amounts of silken liquid girl-cum gushed from her cunt and pooled onto the leather seat and covered his hand.

  “Such a good girl,” he said as he removed his hand from her sopping womanhood. “That’s pretty wet.” He slid onto the seat next to her and unlocked her hands from behind her head, bringing one hand to his lips. He kissed it, saying, “You’re good at this game.”

  Carmen flopped onto his shoulder, spent. “May I pull my dress down now, Daddy?”

  “Yes, you can,” he said.

  As she was arranging herself, the glass partition rolled down. “Mr. Dakers, we’ve arrived at your destination.”

  Chapter Nine

  Carmen tried to keep pace with Natron as they entered the condominium, but his strides were larger than hers even when her gait was not shaky from just having experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. She tugged at his hand to slow his speed.

  “Sorry, babe,” he said, slowing down. “I’m just excited to get you inside.”

  Her head was spinning the way it often did when she got swept up in her relationship with Natron. He was the best lover she’d ever had. Sometimes he made her come more often than she’d ever imagined possible, and something told her tonight was going to be another one of those nights. Another perk to being with an athlete, she smiled to herself.

  The moment they walked through the door, he started unzipping her dress.

  She unbuttoned his pants and reached in and wrapped her fingers around him. His cock pulsed in her hand and she tugged the sensitive skin until he stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. No matter how many times she saw his incredibly defined abs, they made her breath catch in her throat. And she licked her lips in anticipation as she eyed that v-shaped valley that led directly to his crotch.

  In seconds, they were naked standing in the entryway of the building Natron had rented for the duration of training camp. She’d get a tour later, for it was obvious he had other things on his agenda first.

  He drew her to him, their mouths finding each other, eager to reconnect after t
he last few weeks apart. Their tongues collided, awkwardly at first, then finding the familiar rhythm exclusive to them.

  “C’mon, babygirl. You think you were wet before… just wait to see what Daddy has in store for you now.”

  Her stomach did a flip. What could he possibly mean? She couldn’t remember getting as turned on as he had her during that limo ride. How could she get wetter? Damn, she needed to hydrate.

  “You stay right here. I’ll be right back,” he said.

  “Yes, sir. Can I get some water?”

  “Of course,” he said as he strode into the other room, the site of his gloriously round ass cheeks igniting another fire between her legs.

  She opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. Taking a sip, she looked around the room. The accommodations were first-rate, somewhere between Natron’s luxury abode and her serviceable apartment. The furniture was high-end contemporary, with avant garde lighting and sliding glass doors that opened up to a screened-in pool.

  She hugged herself. Maybe Natron meant they were going swimming. The thought of skinny-dipping with him, their naked bodies pressed against each other in the slippery water, made her pussy thrum with desire.

  “Carmen, come here,” Natron called from the other room.

  She followed his voice into a hallway and heard the sound of water running.

  The sound came from a beautiful bathroom; inside were two sinks and a massive tub in addition to the large shower that Natron stood outside in all his naked glory.

  He held out his hand and gave her a ladies-first gesture as he ushered her into the shower. Taking a step inside the marble tiled enclosure, she was enveloped by the hot steam. Natron liked to shower with incredibly hot water, and she’d gotten used to the scorching water’s soothing properties by now.

  He came up behind her, pressing his erection against the cleft of her bottom. Reaching around the front, he took up a bar of soap and lathered it in front of her. “You’re such a dirty girl. I thought you needed to get really wet tonight. Now it’s time to get you really clean.”