Chapter 8

ChapterEight

Blessing

When I walk outof the back room in my dress and evening coat, Edison straightens abruptly from his lean against the kitchen counter. He drags a hand down his open mouth and shakes his head. “Dear God, I’m never going to get used to you.” He crosses the kitchen and takes my hand, bringing it to his lips where he plants a hot kiss on my knuckles. “I’m suddenly regretting our opera plans,” he says for my ears alone. “I’d bring you home and fuck you straight into tomorrow morning, but I’m trying not to be selfish.”

My response is a jumble of incoherent sounds so I simply snap my mouth shut.

Edison chuckles and leads me out the front door. “Bye children!” I call over my shoulder. “I’ll miss you terribly and I’ll see you soon!”

And then the front door opens and my life takes the shape of a fairytale.

There is a shiny red sleigh waiting outside the front door of the orphanage and it is massive. Two giant Clydesdale horses are harnessed to the front. A red-cheeked driver tips his hat to us. It’s like an oasis in the snow. I couldn’t have envisioned something so grand in my wildest fantasies. Before I can catch my breath, Edison is lifting me into the sleigh, which is laden with furry, cream-colored blankets and I sink into them with a giggle, all but disappearing from sight.

The sleigh dips with Edison’s weight and then I’m being fished out of the blanket quicksand and settled into his lap, my bottom right in the center of his lap, the backs of my thighs pressed down onto the strong fronts of his. I nuzzle my back into his chest and he tips my chin up so he can kiss me from above. It’s meant to be a sweet kiss, I think, but…

Lust digs its teeth into me.

It happens so fast, my head spins. The sleigh has begun to dash through the show and my heart mimics that fast pace, pounding in my chest. It’s not only lust that has me twisting in Edison’s lap and purring into deep tongue kisses, it’s…happiness.

I’ve been rescued.

All the years I’ve spent dreaming about a savior coming to the front door of the orphanage and ferrying me off to a safe, secure life…it has actually happened. Logically, I know I haven’t been adopted by Edison. He’s made me his wife. But the parallels between my hopeful dreams and his heroics are impossible to ignore. That line that my mind has already blurred between Edison and an adoptive father figure is growing blurrier and my body only seems to respond with feverish need. Maybe I should take a deep breath and straighten my thoughts in the correct direction, but that thick root between his thighs is growing, growing, drowning out every ounce of good behavior left inside of me.

The sleigh travels over a series of bumps and my butt bounces up and down in Edison’s lap, earning a low groan from his mouth. He breaks our kiss, tips his head back and sucks in a lungful of cold winter air. “If I keep kissing you like this, Blessing, we’ll never make it to the opera.” He curses, laughs without humor. “Even if I take you home, I’ll probably end up buried in you before we make it up the stairs, you’ve got me so hard and raw, baby.”

“Mmmm.” I drop my head back onto his shoulder, close my eyes and arch my back, letting my wicked fantasy spin itself together around me. “But you can do whatever you like with me now that I’ve been adopted, right?”

Edison goes very still beneath me, but his chest dips almost violently on an exhale. “Blessing…”

“You signed the papers and paid to keep me,” I whisper, circling my hips slowly in his lap. “You own me now, don’t you?”

His shaft throbs against my sex. “Oh…Jesus. Angel, I’ve confused you by calling myself your Daddy.” The sleigh carries over another threesome of bumps and he starts to pant. “We need to rein this in before it goes too far.”

“I want to go too far,” I murmur. “I think I…need to.”

“And it’s my honor to fulfill your needs, but I don’t know if we should…play like this.”

“Play,” I moan, loving the sound of that word. The feel of it on my lips. It’s a word that was foreign to me growing up in the orphanage where we were seldom given the chance to be frivolous. That word—play—is freedom. “Yes, I want to play.”

He’s breathing hard, his manhood is swollen between the cheeks of my bottom, but there’s still a thread of resistance left. And I have the power to snap it. He’s given me the power I’ve been lacking for so long and I’m drunk on it.

I unbutton my coat with nimble fingers and tug it open. I’m hidden by the mountain of blankets…and so are his hands when I guide them to my breasts. His palms slide into the silk neckline of my gown, palming my bare mounds with possessive yet conflicted hands. “Did you adopt me so you could use me for pleasure in the dark, Daddy?”

“Stop,” he utters hoarsely against my ear. “Oh, God. I can’t.”

“Play,” I whine, pressing my breasts into his hands. “Please.”

“Fuck.” Several seconds pass, his breath forming big plumes of white vapor into the air. “That’s right, Blessing. You’re going to be my little girl in the street and my fuck toy in the sheets. Is that what you want to hear? That I’m going to dress you in ribbons and bows during the day and use those same, innocent ribbons to tie your hands behind you back at night so I can rail you like a slut?”

Warm nectar snakes through the flesh between my legs and I gasp at the sensation, the pride I feel over growing moist for him. “I won’t tell anyone,” I promise up at him in a soft voice. “Not if I want to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly. My body is a fair payment.” I spread my legs open so each one is draped over his thighs. “Would you like to make sure?”

“Oh God.” The game we’re playing is making him feel guilty, but the telltale hardness keeps me pushing, because some part of him loves what we’re doing as much as I do.

“Don’t you want to know if you bought a tight one?” I whisper.

At that, his control fully snaps, unleashing a strained growl in my ear.

He blocks us from view with a blanket, then wraps his big left hand around my throat, gripping it tight. The fingertips of his right hand walk down the center of my body to my spread thighs, winding the hem of my dress up until I’m exposed and then he cups my sex roughly, making me gasp, the passing scenery around the sleigh turning even blurrier. “Fuck. I’m going to love coming in this grateful pussy.” He slaps my wet flesh and the sting is sharp at first, but it’s followed by a rush of painful arousal. “Forget how to say no right now, little girl.”

“Never. If I say no, you’ll send me back.”

This part of the game conflicts him the most, but he’s too turned on to deny me. “That’s right.” His middle finger parts me and delves deep, jiggling roughly. “You try to keep this brat hole away from me, you’ll be sorry. It’s mine now.”

“I’m all yours,” I agree on a gasp.

“Right again. I paid for all of it. Asshole and mouth, too.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And I’ll be test driving both.” He fills me with a second finger, pumping them in and out slowly, before withdrawing and giving me a few stinging smacks. “Starting with that mouth. Get on your knees and suck it like a grateful orphan.”

Excitement rushes through me. I’m the embodiment of a fulfilled fantasy. Perhaps it’s not a fantasy I ever expected to have, but this blurry area between right and wrong makes me feel hot everywhere. Exhilarated. Poised on the edge of something life changing.

I turn in Edison’s lap and slide down to my knees, hidden behind the privacy of the blankets, the white noise whooshing around us. There’s an enormous bulge waiting for me and I work to free it from behind Edison’s zipper. As I perform the task, he shoves his thumb into my mouth and I suckle it greedily, my anticipation growing to a fever pitch.

When Edison’s sex springs free of his pants, I can barely believe my eyes. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Tall and proud and girthy.

“Oh, Daddy…” I whine, licking along the thick vein that runs all the way to the tip. “Oh, my goodness. It’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” he grits out, momentarily breaking character. I can’t see his face, but I can sense him refocusing on the magic we’re weaving. “Now get it down your pretty little throat, before I stuff it down.”

I almost climax in the wake of that harshly delivered order. Almost. I’m left right on the razor’s edge as I dive forward, covering the bulbous head with my mouth and trying to fit as much of his ample, throbbing flesh as possible. Immediately, I choke, tears pressing to the backs of my eyes. But I don’t give up. I force myself to breathe through my nose and slacken my throat muscles, managing to bring Edison’s shaft deeper than before. Then deeper, deeper, until he brushes the back of my throat.

“No. No…you can’t be…” he pants. “You can’t really be sucking the full length of it.”

I force myself to allow another inch, before releasing him with noisy pop, laboring to catch my breath. “Well?” I pout up at him. “Are you going to keep me, Daddy?”

Lust twists into pain in his face and he tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling me close to his engorged shaft, strokes it twice, then ejaculates all over my face. “Son of a bitch! Look what you made me do,” he grinds out. The white substance continues to leave him in beautiful spurts and I stick out my tongue to catch some droplets, eager to know his taste, which seems to increase his pleasure tenfold, his fist stroking in a blur, features contorted in sweet agony. “Oh, angel. Lick it up. Lick up that fresh milk like it’s your supper. Good girl.”

I do as he commands me, eagerly, loving the taste of his pleasure, pride rippling through me over being the one to bring it forth.

As soon as he’s finished climaxing on my face and tongue, he yanks me back up into his lap, his breathing shallow as he uses a handkerchief to wipe off my face. He doesn’t look the same as before. There’s a new light in his eyes and it sends a shivering thrill down my spine. He was obsessed with me before, but our game has turned him into a man possessed. “I’m never letting you out of my fucking sight, do you understand me?” He shakes me by the shoulders. “If word got out what you’re capable of…”

“What do you mean?”

He struggles to focus. In fact, he seems to be watching the driver suspiciously, as well as every passing vehicle or pedestrian. Is he worried they’re going to steal me? Surely not. “You are a saint. A sweet, beautiful, selfless angel.” He wraps me in his arms and holds me close, speaking into my hair. “But when it’s time to fuck, you become a little spank bank fantasy and that combination…it’s something every man dreams of. And never finds. But I’m the only one who is ever going to experience you. Is that clear, my Blessing? I will hire an army to guard what I’ve found. My wife. My love.”