Chapter Four
Perri
Coming to life at my age sounds so new-age or phony.
Right now, as I walk through a store, absently looking at bedding and housewares, I feel as if I have just come to life. All because I just came at the hands of the most fascinating man I have ever met. I flush as I recall the dirty things we said as he touched me right out in the open. It was so hot, and it felt so right when he called me a good girl, and when I called him daddy.
It should come as no surprise that I have some daddy issues. I never thought I might have a daddy kink, but here we are. When he used that commanding tone on me and told me he rather another man not show me anything—even my new stepfather—a cog inside of me began to turn. The parts of me that had never worked right started to churn to life.
Under his touch, I felt feminine, and wanton and I wanted to please him. I wanted him to touch me and to own my body and, God, did he ever. My thighs still ache from the orgasm that tore through me. I rub them together and flush again—I forgot for a moment he had taken my panties off.
“These belong to me now. Don’t bother wearing any in the future,” he had declared as he tucked them into his flight suit pocket.
Glancing over, I see some of the lace peeking out. I laugh and Parker glances my way, his blue eyes going hot. We are surrounded by bed sets so I think I better rein him in, if I can. I don’t know that he would hesitate to throw me down on one of them and have his way with me right here.
“Yes, I would,” he answers me, dipping his head to whisper the words against my ear, “no one would stop me. Not until I felt you come on my cock. And no, pet, you did not say it out loud. I saw it in your eyes.”
Holy Jesus. Who is this man and how did I find him? He presses a kiss to my throat and leans back, smirking. God he is so beautiful. My knees tremble a little and he stops, giving me a moment to steady myself. When he knows I am good to go again, he nods at a pretty bed set a few feet away.
With whitewashed woodwork and thick columns on the headboard, it is beautiful. The headboard itself is tufted in a lovely cream material and the way they set up the bed with white fluffy pillows and pin tucked throws has me salivating. I imagine lying in that bed with the rain pouring outside and soft Ella Fitzgerald playing. When Parker invades my fantasy, crawling into the bed to pin me beneath him, I am sold on it.
“It suits you,” he says with a grin as he leads me around it, “I see you lying there on a stormy day,” he stuns me as he speaks my fantasy to life.
“Funny, I saw the same thing,” I tease back, gasping when he lifts me by the waist to set me atop the plush bed, my legs dangling over the side.
Parker leans in, lowering his head as he cages me in his arms, “When you saw it,” his voice is husky against my ear, “was I there with you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, bowing my head before he grasps my chin to tip it back.
“What was I doing to you, pet?” he taunts me, licking at my throat before he pushes back, watching me as he waits for my answer.
“Uh,” I hesitate, eyes circling the area to see we are alone, “I was lying in the bed while it rained outside. You came in... your suit was mostly off because you were wet,” I force the words out, my tongue feeling too thick.
“Oh, pet, do you want to see me out of my flight suit?” he murmurs.
“Yeah, I do,” I shoot back with no hesitation this time, my fingers pulling at the zipper slowly.
“You would let me spread you out on this bed,” he rasps against my throat, kissing me there as his hands slide up my sides, “and get beneath this pretty dress, wouldn’t you, pet? Let daddy sink his cock inside you because we both need it, don’t we baby girl?”
Heat slices through me as his thumbs pass over my nipples, teasing the taut peaks. He does it again and again, sending shockwaves of pleasure right to my core. I nod, clawing at his shoulders to urge him to do what he is teasing me with. To take me right here and right now if he wants to. I want him to.
I have never wanted like this before in my life. I don’t know how to turn it off or how to control it. When he talks to me or touches me, he takes complete control of my body. It bows to his commands. He teased me about being the man to show me how to be an adult earlier. Now I very much want him to teach me everything he knows about this need we both feel.
“Yes, we do,” he grunts, licking at my neck as he starts to push me back before he stops, “no way I would ever take you where someone could see. I want all of that just for my eyes. Want those sounds just for me. No one else gets it. Come, baby girl, let’s behave while we finish what we came to do.”
Parker presses a soft, sweet kiss to my lips before he pulls me from the bed, setting me on unsteady feet. He keeps me close, never letting go of my hand, as we finish going round the store. He does what the Commander asked. Whenever I see something I want, he just nods and tells me I will have it. He never tells me I am asking for too much or being frivolous.
We talk as we walk through the store, him smiling softly as I tell him about my degrees and how I just wanted to keep learning. How I was afraid to live life out on my own without my mother looking after me, but I tried anyway. Even if I failed. We laugh together when I tell him about wrecking my apartment just trying to do dishes, and how I had the fire department called for close calls at least three times. I can’t cook even after culinary classes, but I keep things tidy and neat, can change my own oil and a flat tire, and know everything there is to know about Greek philosophy.
After I have chosen the basics I think I will need for my space at the Commander’s place, we head to the front counter. He tucks me against his side as he lists off the bedroom set, a desk, and some cute décor pieces I told him I liked. He never wrote any of it down or called for a clerk to assist us but recalls it all from memory.
“What are you, some kind of interior design savant, Parker?” I tease.
“No, pet, I just paid attention to my girl,” he shoots back, swatting my backside playfully.
Flushing, I bow my head and wait for it all to be rang up. I notice the pretty clerk behind the counter is much more interested in him than her hefty commission. Pressing closer to him, I stare at her, feeling jealousy burning hot inside of me. I don’t know what the hell we are—it’s not as if I have ever had a man in my life—but he kissed me right in front of her.
“Calm down,” he murmurs against my throat, nuzzling his nose against my ear as he grips my ass in his hands, “I am dealing with her just to get you what you want. Not my type,” he states, kissing my ear as he pulls back.