She was true to her word, and negotiated… aggressively to get me to serve her food in bed. Although she conceded that soaking in the jacuzzi for an hour was almost like getting a bath, and was an acceptable reason to get out of the bed.
The last time she came to the house she settled in like she owned the place. She was completely relaxed around me by this point, but said she was also getting more comfortable and confident with her body. The incident at the church and even Meg catching her half naked in the kitchen had given her a moment of clarity. Maybe she didn’t have a body like our Amazon friend Michelle, but the one she had was pretty damn sexy.
That meant she felt comfortable walking around the house in nothing… or next to nothing. So she had dragged all those clothes down from Montreal just to become a nudist. When I pointed this out, she raised an eyebrow and asked if I was complaining. I promptly shut up.
On this Saturday afternoon we were both in my “library”. It was the second largest bedroom in the house, and one with a view out the front of the house, which meant lots of natural light. I had a small desk and office chair, a very cozy recliner and the rest was filled with bookshelves and spots for art. I’d always dreamed of a room like this when I lived in Toronto, now I had it.
It was my favourite room and Ashley loved it too. When we weren’t in bed or the jacuzzi, this is where she wanted to be. She felt the living room lacked personality. The library “feels like my daddy.”
I was in my chair; Ashley was reading a Red Sonja graphic novel. She was lying on the carpet in the middle of the room, where the sun was shining on her, keeping her warm. She was also naked except for a pair of red thigh high socks. “They keep my feet warm, daddy” she said slyly when I asked about them. “Your hardwood floors can be cold sometimes.”
She was facing away from me so I had a clear view of her ass. She would curl up her legs and gently kick them back and forth, pretty much assuring that I wasn’t going to make much progress on the book I was reading.
Which was fine by me. The view out the window was amazing. The view on my floor was otherworldly.
But apparently I wasn’t taking the hint. Gradually her right hand snuck down and slid underneath her. She began rubbing her pussy. Gently at first, and then her legs moved apart and I could see her fingers playing with her clit. Her breathing was also getting quicker. This was my princess’s idea of being subtle.
“That book must be awfully interesting, princess,” I said, attempting to sound uninterested in what was happening on the floor.
“Mmmm, daddy. It’s a scene where she goes to a brothel and asks for one of everything and they all rush over to take care of her. It’s really hot,” she said, beginning to move her ass around.
“Really,” I said, getting up. I pulled down my shorts because I was learning getting fully dressed when she was in the house was a waste of time. “Would you like that, being taken to a brothel and giving people money and having them lavish attention on you all day?”
Her breath quickened and her fingers became less precise on her pussy. I grabbed a pillow for my knees and got down ungracefully beside her. Her eyes were closed and she wasn’t reading the book anymore. I leaned down, still not touching her, still enjoying the show she was putting on.
“You could have someone lick your pussy, sucking on your breasts, rubbing oil all over your body. Would you like that, my little barbarian princess?”
“Yes, daddy,” she whispered. “Would they fuck me too, daddy?”
I gently touched her side and made her roll over onto her back. She went over with little effort. Her legs quickly reopened and her fingers went back to work on her clit. It was easy to see how wet she was.
“It depends on how much she was willing to pay for the service,” I said. I got between her legs and placed the pillow so my knee wouldn’t start screaming in 10 second. My cock was rock hard, but I was enjoying the site of her playing with herself and getting herself good and silly.
“Oh, I’d pay anything for someone to fuck me, daddy,” she said. She took her hand away from her pussy and grabbed her knees. She looked back at me, flushed and with her eyes glazed. “I need a cock so bad I’d pay any price.”
Maybe if I had more patience I could have strung her along for a few more minutes and negotiated a price of some kind for my services. But ‘anything’ was good enough for me. I took my cock and pushed inside her pussy. We both groaned at the same time. I was never going to get tired of how her pussy felt. Never.
“You just sold yourself into slavery, little girl. You’re mine now,” I said.
“Ohhhhh, totally worth it. Own me, daddy. Take me.”
Never mind with the pink collar still around her neck she was already technically “mine”. I loved hearing her submit to me again. We continued fucking on the floor, with her pointing her sock covered feet up toward the ceiling. I was mystified why I loved those damn socks so much. But combine them with my little girl’s filthy mouth and I was in heaven.
“Ohhhh, daddy, I really did try to wait and be a good girl and fuck you this evening, but I just needed you cock. I just love fucking you so much!”
“That’s because you’re daddy’s slut,” I said, bending down to bite her neck just above her collar.
“Mmmmmm, daddy’s little barbarian slut,” she said and giggled. She then took her legs and wrapped them around me.
“Take me, daddy. Pound your little barbarian slave girl. Fuck me.”
I removed her hands from around my neck and then pinned them above her head. Then I granted her wish and began fucking her hard.
She screamed and came almost immediately. I didn’t slow down, focusing on fucking her and giving her what she wanted; my cum.
Finally I could feel myself getting close. She was getting close again too. For whatever reason whenever I came in her it would almost always set her off.
“I’m going to cum, daddy. Cum with me, daddy. Cum with me, daddy…”
And then finally “Cum in your little slave girl, daddy,” she moaned.
“Fuck!” I cried out, lifting her hips off the ground and filling her with my cum. She came as soon as she felt me shoot inside her.
Afterwards, as she laughingly tried to clean up some of the mess we’d made in the library, she was fake sorry.
“I really was going to try and wait until this evening. But I guess I’m just a bad little girl, daddy.”
Like I was going to complain.
***
I gave myself a little shake to snap myself out of it just so people didn’t wonder why I was smiling like an idiot while eating my bagel. I finished eating and decided I couldn’t procrastinate anymore. I bundled up and went out to face Montreal.
The errands went smoothly. The fabric store had what I was looking for and since it was near my hotel, kindly offered to have it delivered there for a small fee. And they even wrapped it, sparing me the embarrassment of trying to do it myself.
I then hit a couple of comic book stories. Buying her books was useless as she was raiding my library and took a half dozen books with her every time she went back to Montreal. But I managed to find a cool looking necklace and earring set that featured the Black Widow’s logo, and a Scarlet Witch figurine. A memento of our first meeting together.
Finally I hit the establishment we were visiting tomorrow afternoon. I wanted to see it in person. Just because things looked legit on a website didn’t mean it would be in real life. I didn’t want to bring a nervous Ashley only to get an unpleasant surprise.
Fortunately, Rachelle was there and was happy to give me a quick tour, saying it was a good idea to get a feel for the place before bringing my little girl here. I liked it, it was clean and classy looking. I discussed last minute arrangements and said Ashley and I looked forward to visiting tomorrow.
Now, all I had to do was survive being murdered. I found a coffee shop a 10 minute walk away from the college. Just in case she didn’t want her classmate to see her jump the old guy. The place was half busy, but that’s all I could do. It’s not like coffee shops in Montreal on a cold day are going to be completely empty.
At almost exactly 3 pm I got a text from Ashley.
“Freeeeeeeeeee.”
“Congrats, princess. You did well?”
“Aced it,” she responded. A pause. “Wow, the train’s wifi doesn’t suck today. You’re responding quickly.”
“Maaaaaybe, I caught an early train. Maybe I’m at that coffee shop you mentioned.”
Nothing. No response for several minutes. I was beginning to wonder if the text had gone through or if she was just pissed at me when I heard the door to the coffee shop open and there was a flushed, out-of-breath redhead at the door staring at me.
I was sitting with my back against the wall. Partly so I could keep my eye on the door, but also because Ashley had the habit of throwing herself at me, and if I didn’t have some kind of support or brace I’d be sent sprawling.
She didn’t run at me, but walked with a very deliberate purpose across the shop, pushed the table aside and jumped into my lap. She threw her arms around me, and hugged me hard.
“You big jerk,” she said, her voice muffled from being buried in my neck, her scarf and being out of breath. “I had plans. I was going to go back to the apartment and get pretty and ready to meet you at the train station, and then tease you lots and make you take me back to your hotel room before we met Gillian for supper and now here you are and you screwed it up and I’m so happy to see you I can’t stay mad at you.”
I laughed quietly, just soaking in her being on my lap, trying her best to crush me. I’m sure other people in the coffee shop were looking. Could not have cared less. Eventually I gently pushed her back from my neck, took off her cap and pushed down her scarf and looked at her with a big smile. She was a mess. Her hair was all over the place and she was sweating and flushed. She looked so beautiful I felt my heart ache.