Dirty Sexy Daddy by S.E. Law
6
James
A week passes quickly, and Simona and I become inseparable. She’s basically moved in, and to my surprise, I love it. I’ve never played house with a woman before, and I always thought it would be painful with another person always underfoot, bugging me about stupid things like groceries and laundry.
But instead, with Simona it’s been the opposite. It’s actually a struggle for me to get up every day and leave her behind when she looks so angelic in the mornings. Her hair is always tousled from the night before, and when the sunlight shines over her creamy skin, she literally appears to glow.
Sometimes I wonder what’ll happen once our time together ends. Will I just go back to my regular life as a corporate executive for my family’s firm? Will she start seeing other clients again, servicing men and making them happy? Somehow, that thought brings a sour taste to my mouth. These curves belong to me, and I hate thinking about another man touching them.
But I put it out of my head because for three months at least, I own the curvy girl, and she’s mine to do with as I please. I had her in the stocks last night while spanking that lush ass, and now, she’s asleep in the king-size bed, exhausted and sated. She looks so peaceful that I slip away quietly, leaving for work at Montgomery Holdings. Simona knows I work for a big conglomerate, but I haven’t told her that my actual name is James Montgomery, and not James Montlake. It’s just a precaution, but I’m getting ready to reveal the truth because I trust her.
The day speeds by, but it’s helped by the fact that the curvy girl texts me a few photos of herself during work hours. In the first one, her cheek is creased from the pillow, and her hair is somehow even more messy, and yet she looks utterly gorgeous. Good morning, her text flashes. You left without waking me up.
I text back. That’s right, sleeping beauty. But I’ll be home around six for dinner.
I sit back for a moment, stunned. It seems that we’re very Ward and June Cleaver with our traditional gender roles, and yet it feels right. I love knowing that my woman will be home waiting for me when I step over the threshold, and that dinner will be on the table. Of course, Simona doesn’t have to cook. Take-out is perfectly fine, and I’ve given her the contact info of some of my favorite restaurants in the area, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Simona whips something up herself. She’s an artist, and her creativity expresses itself through food sometimes.
Sure enough, when I open the front door later that night, mouthwatering aromas greet me.
“Sweetheart, that smells delicious,” I say, stepping into the foyer. “What did you make?”
Simona giggles from the kitchen and I step over to peer inside. My woman looks gorgeous with an apron over her curves, her hair pulled back so that it stays out of her face.
“Just some caprese garlic bread and linguine with clams and a vodka sauce,” she calls. “Come help me set the table.”
Wow. I’ve never considered myself someone who’s particularly domestic, but it feels right to have Simona bustling about the kitchen as I hang up my jacket and put down my bag. Before her, I hadn’t eaten at my own dining room table in what feels like eons. Usually, it’s a meal on the couch in front of the TV, so this is quite the change.
Quickly, I change and then set out plates and a bottle of wine on the table.
“Oh good, thank you,” Simona murmurs. “I appreciate it.”
I lean over to press a kiss to her temple.
“You don’t have to thank me,” I growl. “I enjoy doing it, and you’ve been working hard too.”
She merely giggles again before leaning over to place two wine glasses on the table. As she bends over, her skirt lifts a bit and I can’t resist running my hands over that curvaceous ass. It’s soft, large, and utterly squeezable, but then Simona swats me away playfully.
“Hey, we have to eat!” she exclaims.
I merely press another kiss to the side of her throat.
“I’d like to eat you,” I growl. She giggles again but then shifts uncomfortably. “You okay, sweetheart?” I ask with a knowing look in my eye.
Her cheeks color as she nods, taking off the apron and revealing a polo shirt and short pleated skirt beneath the fabric.
“You know why I’m a little uncomfortable,” she breathes. “But I’m fine. Come on, help me bring out the food,” she says. I chuckle low in my throat because in fact, right now, Simona’s got a butt plug buried in her sweet little rump. I’ve been training her over the last week to take bigger and bigger toys in her tiny hole, and today’s implement is probably at least an inch and a half in diameter. I inserted it this morning as she squealed and clenched, but soon, it’ll be time to take it out for an inspection.
But for now, we’re having dinner. Sitting at the table, I marvel at my good fortune. Simona’s beautiful across from me, her curly hair draped over her shoulders and her breasts large and inviting. Plus, she winces a bit while sitting and I merely chuckle aloud.
“We’ll get to that soon enough,” I promise in a low voice. “In the meantime, dig in sweetheart.”
The food is delicious. The flavors of the tomato and burrata burst on my tongue, and the clams are perfectly tender without a fishy aroma. I eat like a starved man, shoveling bite after bite into my mouth.
“Simona,” I growl. “You are the perfect woman.”
She shoots me a coy smile. “You’re just saying that.”
I shake my head. “Not at all. You’re dynamite in both the bedroom and the kitchen—you’re quite the double-header.”
She laughs and then her eyes go wide all of a sudden as her weight shifts.
“How’s the plug?” I ask with a knowing grin. “Does it feel good? You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
Her face reddens, and her smile turns shy. “I am, actually. I like the way it stretches me out inside.”
“That’s my dirty princess.” I chuckle and touch her knee under the table, squeezing her soft flesh. “So tell me, honey. What were you doing while I was at work? Did you get to use the sauna at all?”
She shakes her head.
“No, not yet because actually, I was working on a new children’s book.”
I smile with approval. “I’m glad you’ve had time for your art, sweetheart. That’s a good use of your energies, and I’m happy you’re able to explore your creative freedom while I’m busy. What’s this book about?”
She’s about to speak but then her face lights with an idea.
“Hold on, I’ll show you my sketches.” Simona disappears for a moment, and then returns with a notebook in her hands. She tucks her hair behind one ear as she opens the volume, revealing an adorably chubby brown rabbit and a variety of fruits and vegetables.
“It’s called ‘Jemima’s Dinner,’” she explains shyly. “It’s about a bunny who likes to cook, and I think it could work really well for a children’s book because the bunny learns about nutrition while she puts together a meal for herself and her friends. Don’t you think that’s a great concept for kids? Most of my ideas have featured themes about friendship or relationships so far, but this time, I figured I’d go for something more educational.”
I eye the sketches and admire the skill with which she’s brought these ideas to life. “This is a fantastic idea,” I rumble with genuine admiration. “I absolutely think it’ll be a hit with kids and their parents too, which is just as important.”
She smiles happily.
“Really?”
“Yes, definitely. Children’s nutrition is a big thing these days. Even I’ve seen a couple of news items when scanning the headlines, it’s so prevalent. But tell me, what happens after you finish drawings and storyline?”
Her face darkens a bit.
“Well, I was thinking of just publishing indie because I don’t have an agent or anything. It would mean throwing it up on the major platforms and seeing what happens basically.”
I nod.
“Yeah, but how about marketing and advertising? Do you have a strategy, sweetheart?”
Simona bites her lip and looks down.
“No, not really,” she says in an embarrassed tone. “That stuff costs money, and I don’t have a lot of spare cash right now, so I figured I’d just hit publish and see what happens.”
I frown.
“That’s not necessary, baby girl. You’re with me, and I have plenty of cash. I’d love to finance your project, if you’ll just tell me how much you need.”
Her eyes widen as she inhales sharply. “Oh, James, I… I can’t ask you to do that for me.”
I shake my head, still frowning. “No, it’s fine. I’d love to sweetheart, and I want to help you become a world-renowned children’s book author. Something tells me a marketing and advertising budget is critical to making this happen.”
The curvy girl bites her lip and looks down before speaking.
“No, it’s not that. It’s that you’re already paying me so well for my time, and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
I let out a genuinely amused bark of laughter. “I assure you, honey, that I’m not being taken advantage of. Besides, the money’s not a problem for me, so just let me do this for you,” I growl persuasively, taking her small hand in mind. “I want to.”
But my girl is still hesitant and I respect her for it. I’m glad she’s not leaping at the opportunity to delve into my wallet, and that she wants to succeed on her own. But I’m an alpha male who always gets his way, so I plow through her resistance.
“Hey, princess,” I say softly, tilting her chin so she looks at me. “It’s not a problem. Really. How much do you need? A hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand?”
Her brown eyes widen as she gasps. “Goodness, no, no, I don’t need that much. Maybe just ten grand to get started? Would that be okay?”
I nod and smile at her.
“Give me just a sec,” I say before striding off to my home office. When I return, there’s a check for fifteen thousand dollars in my hand, and I press it into her palm before wrapping her fingers around it. “If you need more, just let me know, okay honey? I’ll be more than happy to provide additional funds if we get there.”
Simona’s eyelashes flutter with shock as she stares at the paper.
“Thanks, James.” Her eyes start to tear up, but she quickly blinks the moisture away and flashes me a shy smile. “You don’t know how much I appreciate this.”
I lean over to kiss her forehead.
“It’s my pleasure, sweetheart. Now eat. You’ve been working hard and you’ll be needing your energy tonight.”
She giggles at the innuendo and we settle into the meal with aplomb. Once the mains are done, Simona disappears for a moment and then reappears with an enormous yellow lemon meringue pie.
“How did you know this is my favorite?” I ask, stupefied.
“I didn’t,” she laughs. “It’s just a coincidence,” she says, serving me a slice. I marvel at the perfection while taking a huge bite.
“Goddamn, this is delicious. Life doesn’t get better than this, sweetheart. A beautiful woman, a tasty meal, and then a dessert that hits the spot. It’s good to be alive.”
She giggles while taking a small bite of pie herself.
“You know, James,” she begins conversationally while licking a bit of cream from her lips. “I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I have no idea what your job is about.”
“I’m an executive at my family’s company,” I reply. “You know that, right?”
She nods.
“Yes, but what do you do?”
I decide to be vague.
“My family’s into a lot of stuff, and over the years, it’s been built up into a huge conglomerate, so we dabble in a number of things. The business is boring, honey, and I don’t want to have you falling asleep at the table. But you know that I took some time off recently, right? I took a sabbatical from my job and traveled the world for a year.”
Her eyes widen.
“Yes, you mentioned, and it must have been fun.”
I nod, taking another huge bite of lemon meringue. “It was, and I don’t regret the extended break one bit. I went everywhere, including South East Asia, Europe, and even New Zealand. I met so many great people and learned so much about different languages and cultures. It was the most significant experience I’ve had as an adult so far, and it changed me,” I finish simply.
Simona nods and places her hand over mine.
“Of course. I can imagine that traveling for so long would change a person,” she says. “Those kinds of experiences will always open your eyes to new sights, sounds, and experiences, and I guess that’s why people love doing it.”
I nod and pause for a moment. Should I reveal the changes the trip wrought? On the one hand, it’s very personal, but on the other, I feel comfortable around this woman and Simona deserves to know.
“Yeah, but this trip did more than just expand my horizons in the usual way.”
The pretty brunette squeezes my hand and smiles. “How so?”
I look at the table before speaking.
“While I was abroad, I wasn’t celibate, sweetheart. I had sex. A lot of it, with a lot of women, and that includes ladies of the night.”
Simona nods thoughtfully.
“Yes, you mentioned that during our first date.”
I meet her eyes and continue.
“Exactly, and it partially explains the way that I am now. Before I left New York City, I was pretty vanilla in bed. I liked missionary, and I liked doggie, but that was about it. Now, after my travels, I like it all. Restraints. Toys. Implements. Equipment. Girls who let me do anything and everything to them. To be honest, I was worried I’d never taste that level of raunch and depravity again if I came back stateside.”
Simona’s cheeks are bright red, and her voice trembles as she speaks. “Yes, but we’ve been doing all of that,” she whispers. “You haven’t held back.”
I squeeze her hand and meet her eyes again.
“Exactly, and that’s why you’re perfect for me sweetheart. It’s worked out, hasn’t it?”
She flushes, her cheeks coloring.
“Yes, and I know I’ve told you this before too, but the last week with you has been like a dream come true for me. I’ve wanted to explore my naughtier side for so long now, but I never got the chance.” She runs a hand through her silken tresses. “Even though I’m a working girl, you’d be surprised at how many guys just want to talk,” she says ruefully. “Or how they want me to be their mother and their girlfriend rolled into one. It’s pretty tame, so this has been a nice change.”
I lift her hand to my mouth and brush my lips over her knuckles. “Good. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself because with you, I feel like I can go no holds barred. You’ve never used your safe word, sweetheart, and in fact, it feels like you could handle more.”
Those chocolate eyes flicker a bit.
“I do want more, my prince,” she whispers throatily. “Are you ready to show me?” The curvy girl glances up at me through her lashes and sure enough, she’s giving me thatlook. The one that fills me with desire and makes me act like a caveman. Dessert forgotten, I lean over to kiss her deeply. “Let’s head to the bedroom, sweetheart,” I growl. “Now.”
Simona giggles and then rises from the table before dropping her skirt to the ground. Oh shit, she’s not wearing panties and her pink slit is already gleaming and swollen with need. She takes my hand and winks.
“Okay, Daddy,” she coos. “What are you waiting for? My body is yours.” Then, we practically run to the playroom, ready for another night of deliciously sinful pleasure.
