A Dark & Creamy Night

A Dark & Creamy Night

Eliza DeGaulle

Copyright 2013 Darkest Secrets Publishing

Kindle Edition

"
Daddy! Daddy!
Your cock is way too big for your little girl,
Daddy!
" The seductive bemusement coated my words as I bounced wildly up on Roman's rod, his firm hands lifting me and driving me down onto him. He was relentless, the rising pleasure he gave me so wonderful.

"And my little girl is just way too tight for me. I'm gonna blow, sweetie." He smiled before groans took his face again.

I rode him a little longer, not wanting to shortchange myself of his cock, but I didn't want to deny myself his cum, either. That condom on him made it a gamble that if I took too much of the former I wouldn't get the latter. I loved everything about
Daddy
, his big strong chest, his kindness as a lover as he brought one of those hands towards my mound, a thumb over my clit as I rode him.
Daddy
was a man I'd never want to give up in a million years.

My heart beat through my chest, and I saw him try to contain his climax. Guys only have so much control over that, so I pushed myself off his cock, and noticed how swift he was in filling my now empty slit with the care of his fingers. "Good,
Daddy
, you didn't waste your seed in this silly condom. I hate when you do that."

"I do it all for you, little girl." He stopped fingering me for a brief moment to give me a playful spank.

A snap as I tore that condom off his cock. I lusted for the day we could finally stop using them, but given birth control totally killed my libido – and therefore the entire point – they were something we'd have to endure until we wanted to make the family more than
Daddy
and daughter. His dick pulsed with his pre-cum, so ready to be taken over, and I took him deep into my mouth without hesitation.

The leftover lube tasted vaguely of strawberries. Yum. I knew flavored condoms were good for something.

Up and I down I bobbed my head, sucking him. And as frenzied as I took him, those fingers pumped over my clit and pussy. He was relentless, and perhaps the moans I had to let escape over his cock only helped me blow him. My fingers wrapped around his balls, massaging them, urging them to give up the real sweetness they sought, before, before...

Like a sudden shock, a powerful orgasm shook my core. All over, making me cum as hard he wanted me to, just like
Daddy
always did. But that was the last thing he needed, too. His orgasm forced his cream to explode out of him, all over my face. Some landed in my eye. I squinted a bit. A worthy casualty of war.

I let my muscles ride out the pleasure, my head resting on his quickly rising and falling gut, he too, recovering from his wonderful orgasm. I gained enough composure to rub the cum out of my eye, and claw back next to him, to be in his arms, which was always the best place to sleep. "Did I do good,
Daddy
?"

"You're the best, little girl." He brushed away my hair.

I broke into laughter. Roman wasn't my daddy. He wasn't my stepfather, or any sort of father at all. I was a year older than him, for the love of God.

"You always gotta do that, don't you?" He shook his head, a huge smile on his face.

"It's fine Roman, really. I have no problem with calling you Daddy. It's what you want."

"Nah, I love the way you laugh. I know it's ridiculous. I can't explain why it turns me on so much. But the way you flash me those puppy-dog eyes, it just makes me rock hard."

I gave him aforementioned puppy dog eyes.

"See? My cock is twitching already and I just came."

I brushed a hand over his chest, going into my thoughts - it was ridiculous, no idea why it was sexy, but I loved him. Every single thing about him. In some obtuse way, calling him Daddy made it sexy just because it turned him on, even if I didn't understand why. "Anything for Daddy."

"Hey, Caitlyn." He continued to pet my hair, almost as if he truly were a gentle father caring for his little girl after a hard day. Or in this case, a hard fucking. "How come we never do stuff you want? You're always doing everything for me in the bedroom. You haven't told me your stupid little fantasies. Do you want me to start calling you Mommy?"

"Not in the least. The only people who are going to call me mommy are our children." Deflect. I didn't want to talk about what I wanted.

"Then what? Come on. Open up. I wanna know what turns you on when I'm not around –- I want to make you cum harder than you've ever cum before."

"My fantasy is just making you happy, Roman. Isn't that enough?"

"Not enough. Everyone has some sort of kink, fetish, Cait. Do I have to start guessing?"

"Please, Roman, let's just get some sleep."

"I wanna do something awesome for you. I fucking love you, Cait. Come on. Is it waterworks? I'll totally piss on you if that gets you off. You know how much it squicks me, but it doesn't matter."

"No. Not that."

"It can't be worse. Shit? It disgusts me, but I'll do it for you."

"Fuck. No." I slapped him in the chest.

"Extreme bondage? I let you suck on a straw so you can breathe then seal you in latex?"

"What kind of porn are you watching, Roman?"

"Not much when I have you to think about." He stroked my back. "Okay, I still watch porn, but nothing like that."

He wasn't going to let me go so easily. I heaved a breath. It's true. We all have deep, dark, hidden fantasies. They might not be as extreme as others, but we still don't want anyone else to know. "You sure you just don't want to go to bed, Roman? We have a long day tomorrow."

"Tomorrow’s Sunday, Cait. I was just going to sit around the house and eat cheese curls, watch football."

Dammit.

"Spill it, honey. I ain't sleeping until you shoot me some truth." Why couldn't be like all the other men and just doze off as soon as he came?

"You're going to think I'm some sort of freak if I tell you, Roman."

"I told you I liked being called Daddy. You didn't judge me. I'm sure most people would think because I like that I was going to molest any daughter we have."

"That's silly. I told you. You'll be a great father."

"And you'll be a great mother, no matter what the hell you tell me. Spill it. No sleeping until you do. I'm gonna keep poking you to stop you from drifting off."

"I never told anyone this. Not even my therapist. Not anyone."

"Tell me. You'll feel better."

I took a long, deep breath. "I, um." Was I really going to finally confess my deepest, darkest desire to him? It was never going to happen. God forbid, it
should
never happen, and even if it did, I'd be in tears that weren't from joy. "I have rape fantasies."

"Hmm?" He kind of shrugged, unimpressed.

"I fantasize about a man following me for days, picking me above all others, waiting for a moment to strike. That he would take me down, and roughly use me. He wouldn't care what happened to me. The only thing that would matter to him is his own pleasure from using my helpless body. He'd tear apart my clothes. My screams and cries would only invigorate him to fuck me so hard, so recklessly. "

Roman waited, taking in what I was saying, still no expression change.

"And most bizarrely, I'd want him to degrade me. Spill his cum on my face. Or hell, even worse. Fill my pussy with his seed. Make me pregnant, make me carry his bastard child. Then leave me for dead, the evidence of his act oozing out of me."

He stroked my hair, as if as though lost deep in thought.

I heaved a breath, just letting out years of repressed desire. "That someone would ruin me just for a wanton act of lust. It's just exhilarating to think about, even though if it ever happened, I'd be terrified." I paused, not wanting to look at him. "You must think I'm some sort of slut now."

"That's it? Really, the piss and shit would have been more extreme." He flashed me a smile. That was what I needed. An indicator that I wasn't some incredible weirdo, that in spite of my strange, depraved fantasies – "I love you, Cait." That it was perfectly fine with him. "Maybe we can role-play it sometime?"

"It doesn't work like that. Part of what excites me about it is the fear, the adrenaline – that I'm at the mercy of a cruel stranger." I turned over and kissed him, dabbing his face with his own drying cum. "And I mean this in the nicest way possible: there's no one in the entire world I feel safer with than you. It'd be as comical as me bursting into laughter after calling you
Daddy
."

"So it'd have to be someone else, then?" His eyes darted away.

I slapped his chest. "I'd never cheat on you. Never, ever. It's a stupid fantasy and it's never going to happen, and that's why I didn't want to share it."

"It's not stupid." He paused a moment. "It's not stupid at all."

I sighed and just enjoyed the overwhelming warmth of
Daddy
, his eternal care and lack of judgment for his little girl and her sick, depraved fantasies. With him, I could live without that ever happening, my dirty dreams a meaningless sacrifice.

***

It was a picture perfect Halloween night. A huge full moon hung in the sky creating a beautiful horizon for Roman and I to walk to our old high school friend's Halloween party.

A sort of pseudo-reunion. The school didn't officiate it in any capacity, but one of our more well-to-do friends sent out the invites and said he wanted to get everyone together. "I literally haven't seen Alec in years. Me and him used to be best buds, inseparable." Roman mused, his mask muffling his voice.

"Truly terrible. You have to settle for me as your eternal companion instead."

"Oh, it's different. I fuck you. Alec was pretty much a blood brother. I think we stabbed our fingers and did that when we were twelve. We haven't done that, have we?"

"Oh sure, we can do that, so I can be your blood sister and still call you Daddy. We'll be a horrendously fake inbred family." I shoved him as he walked. He wore this ridiculous wolf mask, along with some sort of early 2000s teenager get up. Baggy cargo pants, a Linkin Park t-shirt complete with that stupid chain that I'm glad went out of fashion. Just because he was going to visit high school friends didn't mean he had to dress like he was in high school.

"I guess we'll hold off, then. We've swapped enough fluids anyway to make up for it." He grinned, looking me over. Even with the mask, I could tell he liked what he was seeing. I was wearing a red hood with a cape that only went down to the center of my back, carrying a wicker basket filled with candies, and an innocent little white dress underneath it. We were going as Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, to be as cheesy and lame as possible together. The kind of cheesy you love doing.

"Hey, Cait. You up for doing something daring?" Roman elbowed me in the side.

"What are you up to now?"

"A dark night under a full moon. We can cut some travel time off – if we cut through the forest." He grinned. I've been with him for three years now, and one thing about Roman is clear –- the man is an awful actor.

"I repeat, what are you up to?"

"Come on. Live a little. Let's relive Red Riding Hood's journey to poor old Grandma's. The Big Bad Wolf only has the best of intentions this time."