Dirty Seduction

LAINE

I WAKE up in Daddy Nick’s arms. No college. No work. It makes me smile to find him still sleeping.

I’m not a virgin. I’m not a virgin. I’m not a virgin.

I feel different. Squiggly inside.

Happy.

I roll over to face him, and he stirs but doesn’t open his eyes. I stare at him, just because I can. It’s a guilty pleasure, staring without him knowing.

Like I’m spying, chasing secret glances.

He looks so beautiful in the morning light. His dark eyelashes, his perfect shadow of stubble. His strong nose, his cheekbones. His brows are so well-shaped, and serious, even when he’s sleeping. The light makes the grey at his temples look so fine, just a smattering, and it doesn’t make him look old, not like Kelly Anne thinks. It makes him look so professional.

“I know you’re staring,” he says, and his eyes open into mine. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

My heart flutters. “Morning, Daddy Nick.”

He doesn’t move and neither do I. We lay still, just staring, and there’s the softest smile on his lips.

“I haven’t slept in such a long time,” he tells me, and I can believe it.

He’s always up so much earlier than me.

I smile. “It’s relaxing. All warm and snuggly.”

“It’s a tight fit, this bed.” He stretches out his legs to illustrate, and he’s right, it is a tight fit, but I like it that way. I tell him so and he holds me tighter, squeezes me until I giggle, and then his eyes are serious again.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“How do you feel, Laine?”

“Good,” I say. “Amazing. You made it amazing. Everything I ever dreamed of.”

“Your kind words do wonders for a man’s ego.”

But Daddy Nick doesn’t have an ego. He’s strong, but not arrogant. I know plenty of arrogant people, I’ve known them my whole life, the people that think they know everything, that they’re cooler than everyone, better than everyone. Better than me. I’ve known so many people who think they’re better than me.

But not Daddy Nick.

“Are you hungry, sweetheart?”

I tell him no because I don’t want to move, but my tummy betrays me and rumbles.

“I think you might be a little liar, Laine Seabourne.” He taps my nose, and I can’t stop laughing. I wonder if it’s some kind of weird post-virginity losing endorphin thing because my body feels light enough to float away. He throws back the covers and I groan through the giggles, but he doesn’t care. He kisses my forehead before he drops his feet to the floor, and then he’s up.

My laughter stops when I see he’s hard. A pang between my legs as I remembered how he felt there.

He grabs his cock as I stare. “You can’t honestly be surprised, sweetheart. I’ve been in bed with a beautiful, delicious young woman.” Woman.

He called me a woman.

It feels better than I ever thought it would feel.

“Are you getting up with me?” he asks, and I nod. Even though the sheets have embraced me as one of their own, I still want to get up with him. I hold out my hand like a lazy cow as I yawn, and he pulls me up. I

can feel the difference when I get to my feet, my pussy is so tender, and my legs are wobbly.

“All alright?” he asks. He takes my pink robe from the door and helps me into it.

“I’m good,” I say. “I’m just… I feel different…”

“You feel like you’ve been fucked,” he says. “You’ll get used to that, sweetheart.”

I follow him as he steps out onto the landing, keeping to his side like a shadow. I follow him into the bathroom without a thought, and he smiles a sly smile.

“Wanting to return the favor?” I look blankly until his smile turns into a smirk. “Daddy needs to take a piss, Laine.” My cheeks burn, and I say I’m sorry, but he grabs my hand. “I didn’t mean you should leave. You don’t need to leave, sweetheart. Not if you don’t want to. No secrets, remember?”

I’ve never seen a man pee before. The thought excites me, even though it might be icky. I can’t even imagine what Kelly Anne would say.

He steps over to the toilet and lifts the seat, and his cock is in his hand, still a little hard as he aims at the bowl. I step closer, and my mouth is dry. It feels dirty. Nice dirty.

The stream comes out so fast when it starts, and it must feel good because he closes his eyes and lets out a groan. I’m still staring when he opens them, and he’s smirking again. I feel like such a silly idiot, and maybe he knows, because he tips his head and beckons me closer.

“Don’t be shy,” he tells me.

He takes my hand and I jump a little as he wraps my fingers around his dick. I’m not expecting him to let go, but he does. His cock jerks and makes me start, and pee sprays off the side of the bowl like crazy. He laughs.

“Steady, sweetheart.”

I’m sure this isn’t what other people do, but I’m transfixed. It half makes me want to giggle and half makes my clit tingle, and I’m positive that must make me a dirty girl, not the little prude Kelly Anne has me down for. That makes me strangely proud. Strangely grown up. Kelly Anne tells me everything about her sex life, and there’s never been anything like this. But then again, there’s never been so much of anything Daddy Nick has shown me. Nobody’s ever put their tongue in Kelly Anne’s asshole and told her how good it tastes. She’d have told me about that. She’d have bragged for a month.

It’s ridiculously fun, aiming someone else’s pee around the bowl. His cock feels different like this, only half hard. He’s still big and veiny, but less… threatening. I dunno if threatening is the right word, but it’ll do.

The spray eases to a trickle, and then just a drip, and I wonder what I should do next. Maybe shake him, or wipe him? I don’t have a clue. I squeeze him instead, and it takes him by surprise. He grunts and shifts on his feet, and there’s a thrill right through me as I feel him swell in my grip.

“Dirty girl,” he says, and I’m beginning to believe it. My pussy clenches and it feels different than usual… tender, and achy, and… horny. I keep squeezing, moving my hand up and down him with the sweetest smile on my face I can manage, and he likes that too. He can’t stop looking at me.

His hand tightens around mine, and he moves me harder, faster.

“Want to jerk Daddy off in the bathroom? Is that what my dirty little girl wants?”

I nod. I do want that.