Chapter 9

I ran to the shower,doing my level best to ignore the fact that I was tracking paint through my house. My heart pounded in my chest, and my body hummed from Lennon's treatment. I made it to my bathroom; glad he wasn't right behind me. It gave me a second to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. My body craved him in every way possible, but once he finally saw all of me, would he feel the same? He was a fit, sexy-as-hell, young man and I was… well, an old lady. No matter how many compliments or reassurances he gave, I couldn't reconcile our age difference.

"You're thinking way too hard, Little Picasso. Why aren't you naked yet?" Lennon said as he slid the shower door open, leveling me with that deliciously dominant stare of his.

"Because I want to get this paint off the clothes so they don't spread this mess." I rolled my eyes and flipped the water on to hide my lie.

True to form, he called me out. "I might believe that if I didn't walk in here and see you staring at the wall like you'd rather be anywhere else." He joined me under the spray, wrapping his arms around my middle and pulling me back against him. His hard length pressed against my lower back. "Feel that, little girl? Daddy's cock is so hard for you."

His hands went to my breasts and he squeezed.

"Daddy is going to scrub you clean just so that he can get you all dirty again." To illustrate his point, he began to rub paint from my skin. My head fell back against his shoulder, as no part of me was safe from his touch. Next thing I knew, he'd unhooked my bra and the paint-stained fabric was falling to my feet. Turning me around, he took a step back and raked over my form with his gaze.

"You're fucking magnificent," he growled as he got to his knees at my feet and yanked my panties down. "I don't give a damn about the paint. I can't wait one more second to taste you."

I gasped when his head was suddenly between my legs. I widened my stance to both accommodate him and stop myself from falling and braced my hands against the shower walls. Looking down, I saw residual paint washing down my body and onto him, but he didn't seem to care. He had one mission, and that was to lavish my lady bits with his tongue. It was hard to think or worry about anything when he was taking me to the brink of orgasm faster than ever before.

Just as I felt like the tight ball coil low in my belly was about to rupture, promising the best orgasm of my life, he pulled back.

"Daddy forgot to tell you something very, very important." He sighed heavily, like he was about to tell me he ran over my cat. I didn't have a cat. I was allergic to cats. All I wanted was for him to finish the job he started. I opened my mouth to tell him as much when he continued. "You're not allowed to come at any point this evening until I give you permission."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I didn't stutter. Consider this evening a long-lasting lesson on who I am to you, and how I am in charge, and you are not."

"I don't like this game." I tried really hard not to pout but was pretty sure I failed epically. Crossing my arms, I dropped my chin to my chest to avoid eye contact.

Lennon didn't let me hide long. Hooking a finger under my chin, he lifted my gaze back to his. "I'm not playing games, baby."

He didn't give me a chance to respond before his lips were on mine again. His fingers tangled in my hair and he squeezed, adding a little bit of pressure, but not to the point of pain. It was more of a claiming kiss than anything, and it was over way too soon.

"Turn around," Lennon directed, but before I could obey, his hands were on my shoulders and he was giving me no choice. The spray of water felt good against my face, but when his hands were in my hair again, this time massaging shampoo into my scalp, I was in heaven.

He took his time washing, rinsing, and conditioning my hair before he filled his hands with body wash and the real torture began as he scrubbed every inch of me with his bare hands. He hovered in all of the places that made me crazy with desire, and by the time he took the removable shower head and rinsed me off, I was a whimpering ball of nerves and need.

"You're being such a good girl for Daddy," he praised as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for another intoxicating kiss.

If I wasn't careful, I was going to become completely addicted to his kisses. Each one conveyed something different, but they all did one thing for my body… drove my need to new heights. I thought I was going to spontaneously combust on the spot.

Out of nowhere, the spray from the removable shower head was pulsing against my clit, surprising me so much that I squealed and covered myself.

He pulled back from the kiss and gave me a sinister smile that made my stomach drop to my toes. Shaking his head slowly, he clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Tsk tsk, little girl. You're never allowed to hide yourself from Daddy. This body belongs to me. Move your hands."

"But it's too much." The argument was out of my mouth before I could stop it and I instantly regretted it.

His eyebrows all but hit his hairline. "Really? Is it too much?"

"I… yes?" I answered cautiously.

"Baby, I haven't even begun to show you too much. Put your hands behind your back. Right. Now." His voice was low and demanding and a little bit scary, but just scary enough to turn me on more than I already was. My body and mind were simultaneously betraying me. I didn't even recognize the woman I was as I forced my hands away from my pussy and put them behind my back as instructed.

"Covering yourself is very naughty." He changed the water setting to massage. "Now Daddy has to punish you." He sighed heavily, as if this was the worst thing in the world for him to do. His hard cock said otherwise as it stood at attention. He was enjoying every second of this torture.

If I thought the spray against my clit was too much, the massage setting was one hundred times worse. I whimpered and clasped my hands together tightly to keep from covering myself again.

"Open your legs wider, naughty girl."

He smacked the side of my wet thigh. The overwhelming sting surprised me. I didn't want to push any further, so I slid my feet as far as the stall would allow. Unfortunately, it granted him better access to torment me with the water.

We stood in silence for what felt like hours. The hard pulsing spray was enough to take me to the edge, but not enough to push me over.

"Please, Daddy," I begged when it really started to get uncomfortable.

"Please what, naughty girl?"

"It hurts." I whined as I went up onto my tiptoes in an effort to escape or somehow lessen the intensity.

"It does? Aww, poor little girl." It was a patronizing statement, but it somehow sounded sincere. "Maybe next time you'll think before covering yourself again?"

"Yes, Daddy. I will. I promise."

"Good, because if we have to do this again, I will keep this water zeroed in for so long it will leave you sore and sensitive for days, and you won't get to come at all after. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy. Yes! I understand. Daddy, please!" Somehow his threat sent shockwaves to my abused clit, making the water even more unbearable.

"Good girl."

Blessedly he stopped his assault. Sighing in relief, I swayed, feeling slightly lightheaded. Probably because of how hard my blood was pumping through my veins.

"Whoa, little Picasso. Are you okay?" Lennon dropped the shower head and steadied me with his hands on my shoulders.

"I think I need to sit down."

"Good idea." He nodded and pointed to a low ledge at the far corner of the shower stall. "Can you sit right here while I wash this paint off of me and then I will help you get out?"

I nodded and allowed him to hold onto me as I lowered myself to sit. It wasn't a hardship. After all, I had quite the nice view. The way his muscles rippled and moved and the water slid down his magnificent body was alluring. Then there was his cock. In my limited experience I'd never seen anything like him. Even as he softened it was obvious that he was not a small man. My mouth watered to taste him, but between my lightheadedness and the idea of kneeling on the hard tile to grant myself access to him, there was no way.

"Like what you see, babygirl?" he asked with a huge, shit-eating grin on his face.

Embarrassed at being caught staring, all I could do was nod, watching with rapt fascination as he slowly began to harden under my gaze.

"You know," he mused, "if you keep being naughty and making me wait to be inside that sweet pussy of yours, then Daddy is going to have to take your mouth."

It was supposed to be a threat, I was sure, but at that moment I wanted nothing more than for him to do just that.

"Promises, promises, Lennon," I sassed.

He smiled, shaking his head slowly.

"So naughty, you are." Taking a step closer, he crowded my space. "Are you trying to call my bluff or do you want Daddy to fuck your face and come down your throat?"

I nibbled my lip. The way he talked sometimes was so crass, but my body reacted every time. I loved it.

Swallowing hard, I answered truthfully. "The second one."

"That"s what I thought." He tsked. "You know I shouldn't give you what you want when you're being naughty to get it, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I agreed, not wanting to press my luck.

"Lucky for you, I'm in a giving mood." He put his hand around my head and pulled me toward him. "Tell me, little girl. Have you ever had your face fucked?"

He knew damn well that I hadn't. Sure, I'd given my husband a blow job, but there was no doubt in my mind that it was nowhere near the same thing.

"No, Daddy."

"Have you ever swallowed?"

The idea had always turned my stomach, but for some reason, with him, it didn't. On the contrary, I wanted it. I wanted to feel that little bit of power over him as he lost control and came in my mouth.

"I have never… umm… no one has ever come in my mouth." I wished I could sound a little bit more confident. I was a seasoned woman, so it shouldn't have been so hard to talk about sex, but it was. Especially with a man fifteen years my junior who used to be my student.

He held my head still with his hand fisted in my hair as he gently rubbed the tip of his cock against my bottom lip. "Mmm." He moaned low in the back of his throat. "Do you think you can take it for Daddy?"

"I'll try."

"Good girl. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I just want you to taste me," he instructed.

Nodding, I did just as he asked, and he laid the head of his penis on the tip of my tongue. His skin was slightly salty with a hint of something else that was not unpleasant. Slowly, he rocked forward and back, rubbing against my tongue, each time going further into my mouth. I sheathed my teeth with my lips and closed my mouth around him.

"Slow and gentle. I want to enjoy this."

His voice was low and hoarse, like he was already enjoying himself, and it spurred me on. I matched his movements, bobbing forward and back so that I could take him all the way into my mouth. When he bumped the back of my throat it scared me, and I tried to pull all the way back, but he tightened his hold on my hair and held me in place before I was able to release him completely.

"You're okay. Breathe for Daddy," he instructed.

I took a deep breath through my nose.

"Good girl. I'm not going to push you too hard right now, but there will come a time where Daddy makes you choke on his cock. I want you to keep your eyes on me at all times."

His words distracted me from what was happening, and he bumped the back of my throat again. This time it didn't startle me, so even if he wasn't still holding my head, I would have probably been okay.

"See, it"s not so bad." He winked. "Now suck and make sure to keep pressing your tongue up against me. Your mouth feels like heaven." His head fell back at his last words.

I created a suction in my mouth and made sure to do everything he said. I wanted to make this good for him. Really good.

"Yes." He groaned and his hand tightened in my hair, restricting my movement almost completely.

The pain momentarily took my focus off what I was doing.

"Keep sucking, baby. Daddy is going to control the pace from here on out. I know you can't safeword with my cock in your mouth so put your hand on my thigh and if you need me to slow down or stop, give it a tap, and I will stop immediately. Tap once to show me you understand."

It felt a little silly that I had to illustrate his simple instructions, but I knew he was just looking after my well-being, and it made me even more determined to do this for him. I tapped his thigh and he smiled.

"Good girl. I'm so fucking proud of you."

His praise never ceased to give me the warm fuzzies, and as he began to move again I closed my eyes and focused on those feelings. He bumped against my throat multiple times, but I was fine until he began to pump harder and faster. It became difficult to time my breaths and I found myself fighting not to gag. It would have been way too embarrassing if I not only couldn't take him, but also threw up on him. I lifted my hand to tap, but he slowed long enough for me to catch my breath.

"You're doing really good, baby. Remember to tap if you need me to stop, because I'm close and I'm not going to stop again until your mouth is full of my cum. Tap if you understand."

I took a big, deep breath and let it out before tapping his thigh. He must have been barely holding on at that point because the second my hand made contact, he was doing exactly as he'd promised, fucking my face in earnest.

"I'm going to come, baby. Swallow it all for Daddy."

The first spurt of his warm, salty cum triggered my gag reflex, but I forced myself to breathe through my nose and swallow as he erupted in my mouth. I took it. All of it. I wasn't sure that I loved it, but I didn't hate it, and I did get a surge of pleasure when I looked up and saw the satisfaction on his face. I liked that look—a lot—and I would do almost anything to put it on his face again.

"Good girl," I praised, looking down into Zoe's tear-filled eyes. It had been hard for her to take but watching her fight her own inhibitions and swallow every drop of my cum had been the hottest fucking thing in the world. Unfortunately, it had a minimal effect on my need to take her fully and completely and make her mine. My cock still ached to be inside of her.

"Thank you, Daddy." She smiled.

"You're welcome."

I wasn't sure what she was thanking me for, but I didn't really care. I needed her on her back in her bed so I could get on with my plans. Shutting off the water, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel for myself. After quickly wrapping it around my waist, I got one for Zoe and helped her to stand. She got up slowly, her body obviously sore from all of our play so far. I probably needed to learn not to push her so hard in such a short amount of time, but I literally could not help it. How could I when she was making all of my wildest fucking fantasies come true without even trying?

Once she was on her feet, I held her hand as she stepped out of the tub. "You doing okay?" I asked, checking in.

"I think so."

"You know you have a safeword and you can use it if I'm pushing you too hard."

"No." She shook her head so hard that water droplets sprinkled all over. "You're not pushing too hard at all. I like it."

"I appreciate that, baby. I like it, too. But that's not what I asked. What is your safeword?"

"Picasso."

"Good girl. Now, you got to taste me, so it's only fair if I get a turn, too. Bed. Now." If I had it my way, I would have just laid her on the bathroom floor and had my way with her, but I wanted her comfortable so all she had to focus on was what I was doing to her body.

"But I'm still wet."

"Daddy always wants you wet for him," I teased, knowing she wasn't talking about her pussy.

Rolling her eyes, she sighed heavily. "My hair, L—Daddy. My hair is wet and I'll get my bedding all wet."

"It will dry." To illustrate that I wasn't going to entertain any of her protests, I bent at the waist and picked her up over my shoulder.

"L—Daddy stop! Put me down!" She kicked her feet.

"I will in a second. Calm down." I landed a sharp swat to her naked and damp backside.

I took her to her room and half-laid, half-tossed her onto the bed. She immediately tried to get up, but I stopped her with a palm to her chest. "Stay put, little Picasso, unless you want a real spanking. And I will warn you, a spanking on a freshly showered butt hurts way more than normal."

She stopped pushing against my hand and sighed heavily. "Fine, but I'm not sleeping on wet bedding."

"Stay put." I didn't wait for her to respond as I stalked back to the bathroom to get a clean towel.

"Sit up," I told her when I returned. Shaking the towel open, I laid it on the bed to cover the area where her head would lay. "There. Feel better?"

"Yes, Daddy. Thank you." The happy little smile on her lips begged to be kissed, but there was another part of her anatomy that I'd been wanting to get my mouth on for far too long.

"You're welcome. Now open your legs so Daddy can get a good look at that sweet pussy before he makes love to it."

Throwing an arm over her face, she groaned. She couldn't hide the blush on her cheeks if she wanted to, and I loved that I could make her so uncomfortable. Better yet was when she fought against all her instincts and obeyed, slowly shifting her legs open.

"Good girl. Wider," I coached without touching her. She would do this by herself, and then I would reward her for her submission. Over and over.

She opened her legs wider, giving me the perfect view and plenty of room to work. "Good fucking girl," I growled as I admired her glistening pussy.

Leaning down, I gently kissed her lips. "Daddy's going to make you come now, okay? First you're going to come on my tongue, and then you're going to come again when my cock is buried deep inside of you."

She peeked out from under her arm. "I… will I be in trouble if I don't?" she asked.

"If you don't come?" The question was almost ridiculous, but I held back the laugh.

"I might come once, but twice? I don't think I could even do that twenty years ago."

I smiled. "If I can't make you come twice then it will be on me, not on you. Okay?" I tried to assuage her fears. "Do you trust me, babygirl?"

She nodded. "I do. I just?—"

I shushed her with a finger to her lips and shook my head. "No more talking and no more thinking. Only feeling."

Lowering my head to her soft breasts, I laved her nipple with my tongue until she was moaning and arching into me for more. I switched to the other side, giving it the same amount of attention before kissing a trail down her body, straight to my ultimate destination.

It was my pleasure to worship her pussy with my tongue, reveling in the taste of her sweet honey and the sounds of her cries of pleasure until her body tensed and she screamed in ecstasy with her release. Only then did I slow my efforts, bringing her down easy.

"Oh my god," she whispered.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I wiped my mouth and covered her body with my own. "That good, huh, baby?"

"Better." She sighed with a dreamy little smile on her face.

Grabbing a condom I'd put on her nightstand, I rolled it down my length. "Ready to do it again?" I asked as I repositioned myself between her legs and rubbed my hard cock against her slit.

"I don't know."

"Will you try for Daddy?" Everything in me wanted to take her hard and show her exactly what she had been missing all these years, but she was so shy and unsure, and I couldn't tamp down my Daddy desires of wanting to take care of her, to make her feel loved, cherished, and cared for.

"I'll try."

I could tell by the expression on her face she didn't think it was possible, but that only made me more determined to prove her wrong.

Smiling down at her, I leaned in for a kiss as I positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance. I knew it had been a long time for her, but fuck, it took every ounce of my self- control not to slam into her. I felt her stretch to accommodate my girth and it didn't help the urges to fuck her hard.

"You're so big Daddy!" she keened.

I swear I almost came right then. This woman was going to be my complete undoing.

"I know, baby, but you can take it. You feel so good, babygirl." I eased myself deeper, going slow to let her body adapt to my size.

She hissed and pressed her head hard against the towel. "Please," she begged.

Forcing myself to stop moving, I swiped my thumb gently against her cheek. "Please, what? What do you need from Daddy?"

"Fuck me. Hard. Please."

Her request was the absolute last thing I'd anticipated, but who was I to deny her? "I will. I promise I will, but I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. I promise. Daddy, please."

I pressed all the way inside, tensing as her pussy spasmed around my cock. "You sure?" I checked in one last time before I gave her what she was asking for.

"Yes!" she groaned, her voice laced with need and frustration.

"Okay, be careful what you wish for." I warned, before I gave her exactly what she'd asked for.

I fucked her, and I fucked her hard. My cock ached with the effort of holding off before I felt her walls contract and squeeze me even tighter as she screamed out a second, then a third orgasm. That was the last straw for me. I slammed home and roared out my own release.

Rolling to the side, I pulled her with me so I could stay inside of her for just a bit longer. Her pussy hugged my cock like nothing I'd ever felt before. Her body seemed to have been made for me, and mine for her.

That thought took me back. I didn't usually have such flowery shit going through my brain, but apparently, she had that effect on me. Maybe it was the after-sex haze made stronger since I'd held off for so long. No more of that shit, though. If the urge presented itself, I would have my way with her. In that moment I realized that I was going to be staying with her during her time off. She needed to really feel what it was like to be Daddied, and she needed it badly. Maybe I needed it too.

I kissed her shoulder as I pulled out of her. Her adorable little mewl made me smile.

"Sore, baby?"

"A little bit, but…" She went silent.

"But? But what? Is your butt feeling left out? Does it want to be sore too?"

"No! It doesn't, not even a little bit. I just meant… I'm sore, but it's not… I kind of like it."

"Only kind of? I'm offended," I teased.

"Ugh, you're ridiculous." She reached back and smacked my thigh. It was more of a tap than anything.

"Careful, little one. Hitting Daddy is a dangerous game." I pinched her butt.

"Ow! I barely touched you. Sheesh, I didn't know you were so sensitive." She rubbed the spot.

"I'm not. I was just warning you." Getting off the bed, I headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. "I'm going to order some food and we are going to relax for the rest of the night."

"Relax? But what about the mess in my dining room?"

"Don't worry about that. I've already got it taken care of. Food and relaxing, in that order. Unless you need a spanking to encourage you to obey?"

"I don't."

"Good girl. Any strong food preferences or allergies?"

"No, I'm not picky and no allergies."

After cleaning up in the bathroom I snagged our paint splattered clothes off the floor.

"Where is your laundry?"

"I can take care of that." She sat up and looked around before grabbing the towel from the bed and wrapping it around her naked form.

"Are you cold?" I asked, tipping my head to the side.

The question seemed to confuse her. "Not really."

"Good, then drop the towel. No clothes for you tonight."

"What? I can't just walk around completely naked."

"Why not?"

"B—because it"s not ladylike!"

"Says who?"

"I don't know, everyone!" She was obviously flustered.

I made a show of looking around the room. "Is everyone here with us?"

"Of course not." She huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Is everyone going to punish you if you don't drop that towel and obey your Daddy?"

She lost a little of the bluster in her tone and tightened her hold on the towel. "No."

"I thought not. Now, if there is a real reason you can't obey, feel free to share it. Otherwise give me the towel and tell me where to find your washer and dryer."

"It's awkward and uncomfortable."

"Most new things are. Do you know how to get past that? You do it over and over and over until you become desensitized to it. So if it's that hard for you, then I will keep you naked every second of every day possible until it feels like second nature. Actually, I might do that, anyway."

"But why?" she whined.

"Because I like looking at you. I like having access to all of you. And I like that you can't hide from me. But the most important reason… because I am in charge, and you are not. I'm losing my patience." I held out my hand for the towel.

I'd seen every part of her, yet when she peeled the towel from her body a blush crept from her neck to her cheeks like it was the hardest feat she'd ever been forced to endure.

"Wise choice." I winked as she set the towel in my hand. "Now, where is the washer?"

"In the laundry room attached to the kitchen."

"Well, lead the way, then."

"You don't know where the kitchen is?"

She knew I knew where the kitchen was. She was choosing to be sassy and I fucking loved it.

"I know exactly where the kitchen is, but I want to watch your naked ass sway in front of me, so lead the way."

"You're ridiculous." She sighed and stomped out of the room, which just made her ass dance more, adding to my joy.

After getting the clothes in the wash, I sent off a food order and went to the living room, where Zoe was perched on the edge of her couch scrolling through movies like I'd instructed her to do. She looked completely uncomfortable and out of place sitting naked in her very monochromatic and proper living room. It was insane to me how cold and uninviting this place was. And as I got to know Zoe more, it made even less sense.

"Can I have a blanket?" she asked.

"Are you cold?"

"No, I'm just really, really uncomfortable and you said you wanted me to relax and I won't be able to."

As much as I wanted to keep her naked, I really did want her to relax. "I've probably pushed you far enough for one night. Thank you for telling me what you need. Where can I find a blanket?"

"In the hall closet." She pointed.

I went down the hall, throwing open the closet door to find a wicker basket full of cozy throw blankets. "Fuck, even your throw blankets are cream-colored. What did that man have against colors?" I shook the blanket out and sat next to her, covering us both with the soft material.

She snuggled against me like I'd hoped she would. "I really don't know."

I didn't press any further, and just enjoyed having her naked form pressed against mine as a movie I'd never seen before started to play. I really didn't care what we watched; as long as she relaxed, I was happy.

My phone buzzed, alerting me that the food driver had arrived, and I realized I couldn't answer the door naked. Getting up, I tucked the blanket around her and went to find a towel to wrap around my waist. It was the best I could do in the current situation. I gave him a big tip as a silent apology and took the food to the coffee table.

"I don't usually eat in here," she told me.

"Well we can't very well eat in the dining room, now can we?"

"Oh yeah, I guess not. I really should be cleaning that up. It"s going to stain."

"If you so much as touch a cleaning supply, I will whip your ass with my belt."

Her mouth dropped open in shock.

"This is where you say ‘yes, Daddy'."

"Yes Daddy." She sighed.

Pleased, I nodded and went to the kitchen to get plates, cutlery, and wine glasses. Having no luck finding the latter, I took the former back to the living room. "Where do you keep your wine glasses?" I asked as I set the plates down and pulled the bottle of wine out of the bag. It wasn't the swankiest wine, but it would do for the night.

"Oh. I don't have any. I don't drink."

"Okay, not a problem." I vaguely remembered her mentioning that before, but I'd forgotten, so I was a bit taken aback, but to each their own. I took the wine to the kitchen and just put the entire bottle in the garbage, then rejoined her in the living room.