DADDY DOM
“Who exactly are we waiting for?” I asked my best friend, Sasha, as we stood outside the shopping Mart.
“My dad.” She responded, absentmindedly, scrolling through her phone with a scowl on her face.
Sasha and I have been best friends since we were sixteen. We attended the same high school and magically we found ourselves in the same college. That seemed to strengthen our friendship more and we stayed in the same apartment in college. She was a nice girl, too nice for me because I liked her father. I wanted to fuck her father.
It all started when I just turned 19. Sasha and I had a sleepover in her home and during midnight when I skipped out of Sasha’s room to get a bottle of water for the both of us, I saw Mr. Emerson shirtless. For a second there, I died in my spot. He was the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. I knew I shouldn’t want my friend’s father but I couldn’t help myself. And sometimes when Sasha wasn’t staring, I always stared at her father in a way I shouldn’t stare at my best friend’s father.
I’ve always had a thing for older men. Some people might call it a habit or an obsession, but it’s something more than that. Since I entered puberty, I’ve always dated and craved older men. I was 20 now, and up till this age, I’ve dated only older guys, guys who were older than me by 10-15 years. Guys who I was supposed to call Uncle.
But there was always a saying: The older, the better. And I didn’t doubt it either. Older guys treated me better than how my friends’ younger boyfriends treated them. They knew how to spend, take care of you, and even knew how to make you feel good in bed. And that was a fact. Especially if he turned out to be a Daddy Dom. I’ve only been with one Daddy Dom, although the experience didn’t turn out great, he was pretty good in bed.
And ever since I saw Sasha’s father shirtless for the first time, I’ve imagined him dominating me in bed, with my hands tied behind my back and blindfolded as he fucked my mouth. It was nasty, dirty, and shameless, I knew that, but that didn’t seem to stop me from lusting over my best friend’s father.
Sasha’s mother, Lauren, divorced her father, Carl, about three years ago. Sasha lived with her father because of the relationship they had together. Her father was her male best friend. He treated her better than my own father ever treated me. Carl Emerson was a good man. He always treated me like his own daughter and even stared at me like one and fuck, if it didn’t piss me off.
I’ve had sex with Carl In my head and I’ve even imagined him spanking me till my butt hurt, but yet there was a slight possibility he was ever gonna be mine. He probably thought I was too young for him. I’ve seen his current girlfriend, some lawyer chick who Sasha and I hated. At least both of us with different reasons.
“What’s taking your dad so long?” I asked, pulling down the tip of my black baseball hat.
It was summer and the weather wasn’t friendly. I was wearing ripped Jean shorts and a halter-neck lemon-colored top without a bra. Sasha was wearing biker shorts and a thin long-sleeved white shirt. It was Saturday, and Sasha and I decided to go shopping today for our sleepover tonight. I was sleeping over at her place and I was excited. Excited that if I could play my card well, I could have my best friend’s father’s cock in my mouth and pussy, with his hand all over my body.
“Probably traffic. God, I hate LA sometimes.” She said, thrusting her phone into her fanny pack.
I chuckled, holding tight to the shopping bags in my hands.
“You still on for the sleepover, right? I don’t want you bailing on me tonight. I heard that snotty bitch is coming over tonight. She’s spending the night.” Sasha said, scoffing.
“Your daddy’s girlfriend?”
“Yeah. She’s like every other girl. A gold fucking digger.”
I bit my lip, cursing within myself. Of all the nights, tonight happened to be the night Carl’s girlfriend decided to come to spend the night. God, I hated her more. She was older than me and Sasha, probably in her late twenties. She was maybe nice, I didn’t give a shit, and I hated her for having to fuck the man that I wanted. The man I couldn’t stop thinking about.
A black signature Lexus pulled up in front of us. The driver’s side door opened and Carl Emerson stepped out of the vehicle, looking sexier than ever. He was wearing a white dress shirt, tucked in his black pants, and well-polished dress shoes. The man was extremely sexy. He looked like he just walked out of a Vogue magazine. His hair was gelled black with his five 0’clock shadow. His eyes were a deep gray, his hair a deep brown, and his lips full. God, I’d give anything to have his lips taste my cunt.
He smiled at us, taking his time to stare at me longer than usual.
“Hey, girls.” He smiled at his daughter and hugged her.
“Hey, Karen,” Carl said to me, with his arms still around his daughter.
I smiled. “Hi, Mr. Emerson.”
“Sorry, I took too long.” He cleared his throat when his eyes raked down my body for a second, lingering on my creamy thighs for too long.
“I just need to get out of here.” Sasha groaned and walked past her dad.
She opened the trunk and dropped the bags inside. I dropped mine too and she shut it. We entered the car, with Sasha in the front and me in the backseat.
The ride was awkward, with Carl sneaking glances at me from his rearview mirror. I bit my lip, tucking my hair behind my ear as I stared at this man in the driver’s seat. My baseball cap is long off my head, with the loose strands of my hair slapping against my face every second it gets.
Sasha wasn’t paying attention to what was happening between her father and I. She stared at her phone, smiling and giggling at Instagram photos.
I couldn’t get the idea of why Sasha’s father was checking me out before I slid into his car or his constant gaze on my body from the driver’s seat.
“Why does your girlfriend have to spend the night tonight?” Sasha asked all of a sudden as Carl’s gaze snapped away from my tits.
He cleared his throat.
“You need to learn to like her, Sasha. She’s not bad.” Carl said.
“I don’t care. I’m just wondering why she had to spend the night. Karen and I are having a sleepover tonight.” Sasha said.
I bit my lip, with my thumb scrolling through my phone as I pretended as if I wasn’t listening to their conversation.
“You girls are having a sleepover?” Carl asked, sneaking a glance at me through the rearview.
“Yes.”
He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he stared at the road in front of us. He bit his lip thinking, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
“Dad. Please, not tonight. I can’t even begin to imagine her spending the night. Ever since you two started dating, she’s never spent the night. Why does it have to be tonight?”
“Fine. I’m gonna call her and tell her not to come.”
I looked up from my phone and Carl’s eyes met mine from the rearview mirror. I smirked and bit my lip. Why did I have a feeling Carl stopping his girlfriend from spending the night today had something to do with the sexual tension between us?
“Thank you, Daddy.”
The car pulled to a stop outside the Emerson’s house and we stepped out of the car. They were rich. Carl was his own CEO and he was loaded. We might be familiar with each other because I was his daughter’s best friend, but he was intimidating and domineering. He was the perfect Dom I never had and I wished he would stop looking at me like his daughter and fuck my brains out for once.
Later that night, Sasha and I gossiped about boys while we lay in her bed in our pajamas. Her TV was turned on and a movie was playing.
“Why don’t you like your daddy’s girlfriend?” I asked, opening a junk food to eat.
I really didn’t care about any of Carl’s girlfriends, I just wanted an excuse to talk about him.
Sasha scoffed. “Gold diggers, babe. They’re gold diggers.”
“Is that just it?”
“Well…” She turned to look at me. “I want them back, you know? My mom and dad. Every day I just sit and wish they could just get back together. I really wished that.”
I bit my tongue and stared at Sasha. I was a bad friend and I knew that. I wanted her father. I wanted to fuck her father and I didn’t even want her parents back together. The minute they get back together, I won’t have a chance to know what it would feel like shackled and on my knees with my best friend’s father thrusting his length in and out of my mouth. That and more.
“Do you want water?” I asked Sasha as I turned on my side to look at her.
She was already asleep, phone In hand as she curled up in bed. I smiled and slowly took her phone from her hand and dropped it on the nightstand. I gently placed her properly on her bed and covered her with her duvet. I slipped out of her bed without making a noise to wake my best friend up. I gathered the junk food and dropped it on the floor. With the junk food I’d already opened, I skipped out of Sasha’s bedroom and went to the kitchen.
I dropped my phone and the junk food on the counter and opened the fridge to get a bottle of water.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” A deep voice made me jump in fear as I slammed the fridge shut with a bottle of water in my hand.
“Jesus,” I said and stared at the man in front of me.
Carl Emerson. He stood in the kitchen, with nothing but his sweatpants as he watched me. Carl bit his lip, with his gaze on my body. God, he was hot, with his beautiful skin craving for my touch. I was frozen in one spot, with my lips slightly parted as I stared at my best friend’s father. How could he be this hot? So fucking hot
Carl stared down at me. His eyes lingered on my boobies and my hard nipples that were poking against the silk material of my pajama’s buttoned-down top. Carl coughed and looked away as he walked towards the fridge and opened it.
“Is Sasha asleep?” He asked, closing the fridge with a beer can in his hand.
I cleared my throat, moving to the side as I stared at Carl.
“Yeah. She’s asleep.”
Carl opened his beer and drank it at once, with his eyes on mine as he gulped. I licked my bottom lip as I stared at this sexy man. He was far older than me, by at least twenty years, but that wasn’t stopping me from wanting him. The man was sexy. Good fucking looking. I watched his Adam apple bob at every intake of his beer.
“You wanna fuck me, Karen?” His deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I blinked my eyes to stare into his eyes.
“W-what?” I stuttered, gripping to the bottle of water in my hand.
Carl took a step forward and he was standing in front of me. He dropped the beer can on the counter behind my back, brushing slightly against my arm.
“Do you want to fuck me, Karen?” He whispered slowly this time, towering over me as he bit his lip.
I looked up at him, surprised he’d asked me that.
“I see the way you look at me, Karen. And I need an answer.”
“And what if I say yes? Will you make that possible?” I whispered, taking a challenging step forward so my chest was brushing against his.
Carl smirked.
“You’re such a naughty little girl.” He smirked and moved back from me.
He turned on his feet and stepped away.
“I want to see you in my bedroom naked, and sprawled on my bed in the next 3 minutes, Karen. Don’t keep me waiting or I might change my mind.” Carl called out.