Look but Don't Touch (5 page)

"I want this," I whisper.

She smiles. "So do I."

I nod
, thinking about the things we need to discuss before we take this any further. "Then, let's do it right."

She's confused, I can tell, but she won't be for long. I need her to know she can trust me, that I will take care of her properly, and that she can depend on me. I can't be that person right here. Not in a hotel corridor, and not with a wedding reception going on fifteen floors
below.

Reluctantly, I lower her to her feet.
"Come home with me," I request and kiss her softly. Amanda may have a key to my place, but she's occupied. Plus, I can always make sure the chain lock is in place. She won't be able to enter then, that’s for sure. And as soon as I've changed the locks completely, there won't be an issue. "Let me take care of you, Kayla."

Her smile is tender. "I want that
.
But
—" that smile morphs into something salacious and mischievous "—I
need
to take care of you, too." Deft little fingers work my belt and pants. I'm once again frozen in place. "Pretty please, Daddy?" She bats her lashes and sinks to the floor, at the same time pushing down my pants and boxers.

Fuck me
. I groan internally and scrub my hands over my face. "Right here? Now?" Trust me, public sex is a major turn-on, but a bit more is at stake here. We haven't established anything yet; everything is up in the air.

"I want it." Ah, the pout.

With a shake of my head, I chuckle and tap her jaw. "Fine. Open up." She does, and I grip my cock, smearing the bead of arousal over her upper lip. "Lick that off." And she does it slowly, my naughty little baby. Placing my left hand on the wall right behind her, I brace myself and swiftly shove my cock down her throat. She gags a few times, to which I murmur sweet nothings about how good it feels. In the end, she relaxes completely and swallows. "Just. Like. That." Oh, my fucking God. My free hand goes to the back of her head before I begin to thrust deeply in and out of her hot little mouth. She soaks me in saliva and makes cute yummy noises, and I discover that she's a suckler. Because when I slowly pull out, she suckles the head of my cock as if she's desperate for my come to reach her taste buds. "Greedy," I moan, letting my head loll back. My hips push forward, and she swallows repeatedly before I pull back again.

Threading my fingers through her silky hair, I control our movements and focus solely on my own pleasure.
I savor, revel…feel how her tongue flicks, luscious tips tighten, throat constricts, and teeth graze. She's so eager to please, I note, a moan slipping out at that conclusion. Her posture also tells me she's giving me an honest chance; she's dived in head first. She trusts me. Had she not, her hands would be placed firmly on my thighs in case she'd need to push me away. But they're not there. Instead she uses those for my pleasure, too. One hand cups my balls, altering between caressing and massaging. The other slides up and down the backside of my thigh, nails scraping gently,
teasingly
, against my skin. That proves she's comfortable, as well. And it makes me shudder.

"You like to suck cock, don’t you?" I ask quietly, my chin almost dropping to my chest. My brows are furrowed in concentration; there's no movement, expression, or sound I want to miss. I grit out a moan when she bobs her head in an eager little nod. A whisper of a smile plays on her mouth, but Daddy's thick cock is in the way. "God…look at you." I move my hand from the back of her head to her face. As I give a particular
ly hard push into her mouth, my thumb ghosts over her wet bottom lip. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks me perfectly, and I trace the indentations with another finger. "Such a beautiful little cocksucker."

In the background, I hear the ding of an elevator arriving.

I don’t stop fucking Kayla's mouth.

She doesn’t stop sucking me.

"Good girl," I whisper down to her. As someone passes the nook we're in, I keep my gaze locked with Kayla's. It's an unbreakable bond. Eyes smoldering as my glistening cock keeps moving in and out of her. The gasp followed by the rapid clicking of heels we hear doesn’t faze us, either. We know it's not a wedding guest; fifteen floors take longer to search through than this. And we don’t give a shit about the rest. "I'll give you my come soon, baby." I keep whispering and caressing her face. My strokes slow down, yet I go deeper. The ridges of my erection look like shiny trails due to her saliva, and when her teeth graze over me, it feels too fucking good.
Too fucking good, too fucking good.

I close my eyes and clench my teeth together; my jaw tightens. "Now, Kayla," I moan. Speeding up, I fuck her perfect mouth faster and faster as the orgasm takes over. Down her throat, my cock pulses with each stream of come. One, two, three…and a fourth slinks down, each sucked out by the sensation of her
throat muscles contracting around me. Shudders rip through my body—another moan here and there. And Kayla, the good girl that she is, licks me clean like a cute little kitten.

The club… I can't wait to go back there with her
by my side.

"Thank you, Daddy," she says sweetly as I try to regain my breath. I don’t move, still bracing myself against the wall, when she tucks me back into my boxers, my pants, and lastly fastens my leather belt again. "I really needed that." She finishes with that giggle of hers, and I help her off the floor, a small grin on my face.

"Adorable," I murmur and kiss her softly on the lips. "Ready to go back to my place now?"

"Mmm, yes." She hums and snuggles into my chest.

Not wanting distractions such as hair products and blow-dryers that don't belong to me, I take Kayla to my guest bathroom instead of the master bath. The Jacuzzi is slightly smaller in here, but that works just fine.

On the way
to my apartment, we talked at length, no longer caring about what we've left behind. There will be ramifications with her family once Kayla and I go public, but we'll deal with it together. Limits have been discussed, albeit briefly, and desires have been shared. I also brought up protection; relief and lust coursed through me at the confirmation that we're both clean and safe.

There's no way I'm backing out. Same goes for Kayla. She's perfect for me.

She became even more perfect when she told me she doesn’t like to make decisions. Period.

And now we're about
to begin with the sweetest introduction, in my opinion—one where we'll get to know more about each other. It's my way of letting my Little Girl know what kind of Daddy I am, and when I told Kayla about it earlier in the car, she was definitely turned on.

She will retreat, go back to the innocence she once possessed—back when she was a virgin and BDSM didn’t have a name; they were just naughty fantasies that she
couldn’t help but get wet from.

"I don’t
get it, Daddy," she says, pretending to be confused. "Why do you want to take a bath with me?"

After checking the water, I approach her, the anticipation building up inside of me. The tension crackles. "
It's just so I can make sure you get clean enough, honey." I chuckle softly and slip a finger under the shoulder strap of her dress. "I think this needs to come off, don’t you?" I arch a brow. In the dim lighting of a few lit candles, there's a sparkle in her eyes. "I mean, we can't very well bathe with our clothes on."

"So—" her brows knit together "—we're gonna be naked together?"

I nod and gently push down her dress. "That’s correct." Other than the small "o" shaping her lips, she doesn’t respond. She lets me undress her, giggling when I accidently touch a ticklish spot, and she stands still when I kneel before her and slide down her white satin panties. "You're so beautiful, baby." I touch her soft skin, her flesh giving way when I apply pressure. There's not a single unwanted hair on her flawless body. "And such a pretty little pussy." I run the pad of my thumb over her wet slit.

"Oh, Daddy." She looks away, embarrassed, and that giggle
comes out as a squeak. "Why are you touching my girly parts?"

"Did it feel good?" I stand up and look down at her in question.
"Did you like it when Daddy touched you down there?"

She swallows. "Um…I-I don’t know," she whispers. "No one's ever done that to me before."

"That’s good." I smile and step close to unclasp her bra behind her back. "You don’t want to let boys do that. It's better you come to someone who knows what he's doing."

Completely naked, she shifts nervously from foot to foot. She's magnificent, and she knows what she's doing. This comes as naturally to her as it does to me. "I don’t understand," she mumbles, flushing.

"It's all right, honey. I'll explain everything. Now—" I step back "—since I helped you with your dress, perhaps you should help me, too. You can start with my shirt." I get rid of my tie myself. Shoes and socks, too.

"Okay." With shaky fingers, she unbuttons my shirt. I watch her, and I can sense my hungry gaze is the cause for her squirming. "And now?" she
squeaks, letting my shirt fall to the floor. I simply point to my pants. "Um…" I'd say she's noticed my erection now. "What's that?"

A shiver runs through me. "Unzip and find out.
It's best if you get down on your knees."

I have to swallow a moan as she sinks to her knees before me.

What a sight.

As she slowly loosens the belt, unbuttons the single button, and unzips me, I
weave my fingers through her long hair and draw humming noises from her. She pushes down my pants, and that leaves my black boxers. With a quick glance my way, she asks if they're coming off, too, and I nod firmly. So, she hooks her fingers beneath the waistband of my Calvin Kleins and tugs them down.

"Oh!" she gasps as my cock slaps against my lower abdomen. I momentarily close my eyes and groan under my breath.
"Is that…"

"Daddy's cock," I finish with a nod. Holding out my hand, I say, "Up you go. It's time for our bath."

There are no bubbles in the water to obscure my view, and the jets aren't on. All there is—that makes us shiver and moan in contentment—is hot water. The tub is big enough for four people, but we don’t need that much space. Evidently, I need to let my baby girl know that, because she sits down across from me, all the way on the other side of the completely round Jacuzzi.

"Closer, Kayla," I coax. "Sit with Daddy."

Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she scoots over to sit next to me.  The water comes to her collarbone, but without bubbles, I can still see the rest of her perfectly.

"This is nice, isn't it?" I drape an arm around her shoulders. "Just you and me, relaxing together."
She gives me a shy smile in return, and I brush the knuckles of my free hand down her arm, not-so-accidently touching her right breast under the water. "You really do have a fantastic body, sweet girl." In a more deliberate move, I touch her breast and cup it in my hand.

"Daddy," she gasps and clenches her thighs together, "I feel—
um, in my tummy…" She widens her eyes. "It's tingly."

I hum, nodding slowly, and caress her farther down. "Do you know why that is?" Fingers spread, my large hand nearly covers her smooth stomach. She just shakes her head no. I smile down at my girl. "It's because you like Daddy's touch."
Then my smile is gone, and I fix her with a stern look. "
Only
Daddy's touch, Kayla. From now on, I'm the only one allowed to touch you. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes, of course. I understand," she whispers in a rush.

"Good." I smile widely. "Now, can I have a kiss?"

She giggles and reaches up to give my cheek a quick peck.

"My sweet little baby," I chuckle. "Come here. Sit on my lap instead." I open my arms. "I'd like to try a new thing now." She looks nervous again and confused as to why on earth she would sit on her Daddy's lap, but she obeys nonetheless. "There—perfect," I murmur and pull her a bit closer. Since she's straddling me, she can certainly feel my cock wedged between us, though she makes no mention of it. She only sucks on her bottom lip again and looks down at us. "Are you looking at Daddy's cock?" I tease. If possible, her cheeks turn even redder, and she ducks her head. "Uh-uh." I grip her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. "There'll be none of that. No hiding."

"Okay." She gulps. "So, what, um…what was it you wanted to try?"

"Kissing on the lips." I caress her thighs, each pass going higher and higher, but I keep it slow. "Will you give Daddy a kiss on the lips?"

"Sure," she says, sounding anything but. Cautiously, she leans forward; I place my hands on her hips instead. Our noses brush together and then our lips. Softly and gently at first. Merely ghosting over. Then
I take the next step and swipe the tip of my tongue across her bottom lip. She gasps. "Oh! I-I liked that."

Fuck, she's killing me. With a low groan rumbling in my chest, I kiss her firmly and cup her cheek with one hand. The other one
slowly moves to her pert ass. With her legs parted enough, her back entrance taunts me until I can't take it anymore and allow myself to caress her there, too.