“I was always careful; I never skipped protection,” he reassures me. “But I can’t believe how many times I’ve forgot to use it with you,” he adds, and I snort.
“You need to get used to that habit again; my body won’t be your playground without a condom,” I state firmly, and he nods.
“Nina,” he whispers, and I make a noise of agreement-“Be my girlfriend, please,” he requests. I laugh and shake my head. “Why not?” he presses as he looks at me intently.
“Where’s the effort?” I challenge, watching him frown. “Make it special, Daddy,” I whisper as he strokes my hair. “And remember, it’s a request, not a demand – it’s a bit like proposing, just less severe,” I explain, and he nods.
“And you’ll say yes?” he asks hopefully. I hesitate.
“Maybe,” I respond, and he sighs, becoming nervous.
The age gap of eight years begins to hit me.
“Is this dating? Will it look bad? Is it even legal? What will my mom think? And Emily?” My thoughts spiral.
“Nina, have you met your father?” he asks, looking probing.
“Only for my first few years,” I reply, and he nods.
“What was he like?” he asks.
“I really don’t remember,” I laugh.
“Doesn’t your mom mention him?” he inquires, and I shake my head.
“They were quite irresponsible but my mom faced the consequences,” I explain. “Having me at nineteen was no cakewalk,” I say, seeing Alex swallow hard.
“How old are your parents?” he questions, and I stammer my answer.
“You’re eight years older, and they’re around 18 years older than me,” I explain. He chuckles at the math. “I think Dad was a bit older than Mom,” I add, and he nods in agreement.
“Are you thinking about getting married?” he asks suddenly, making me meet his gaze.
“Definitely,” I state straightforwardly. “It’s one of my goals, right after completing my degree,” I clarify, and he bites his lip.
“What do you want to study?” he asks curiously.
“You’re really nosy,” I tease, and he beams. “I don’t know yet; I still have three years,” I conclude. “Have you ever been engaged?” I ask directly, and he meets my eyes.
“No,” he replies.
“Then why the ring?” I ask, pointing at the lovely gold band on his right hand.
He looks at me and smiles gently. “My mother gave it to me for my 24th birthday; it was my grandfather’s,” he explains. I frown slightly, realizing it’s similar to Niall’s situation. “Why do you look like that?” he inquires, and I shake my head, resting against him.
I wish to shift the conversation but find myself drawing a blank.
“How’s school?” he asks, and my eyes widen.
“Oh no!” I exclaim, sitting up as he looks confused. “Guess who my new gym teacher is?” I say, sitting back down in front of him.
“Someone you admire?” he questions skeptically, but I shake my head, grinning. “Professor Winston,” I laugh, and I see him gulp nervously. “It’s funny to watch him come into class in his gym attire-it’s a mixed bag sometimes,” I confess, and he smiles. “And don’t worry, he hasn’t seen my legs in a while,” I add, laughing. At this, Alex tightens his jaw. “Mr. Winston’s nothing to fret over-he’s practically a saint.”
“Trust me, he’s no shepherd,” he laughs, and I scowl.
“Have you attended one of his classes? They feel like sermons,” I retort, and he chuckles.
“He could still be a shepherd,” he teases, making me tilt my head.
“Why do you say that?” I ask, intrigued.
“Remember that day he offered you a ride home? The day you flaunted it hard?” he smirks, licking his lips. “You were the most forward I’ve ever seen you,” he reminisces. I laugh, already getting a sense of where this is heading. “Well, that day I saw him with some girl from your class,” he continues. I gasp, “I don’t recall her name, but she had light brown hair and big eyes,” he attempts to describe.
I wrack my brain, trying to guess who he means. “I think her name was Lucia?” I suggest uncertainly. He shrugs dismissively, “Whatever, he’s not a pastor,” he laughs, causing me to giggle mischievously.
So I shift, spreading my legs slightly for better effect.
“What was Mr. Winston doing to her?” I prod, teasingly moving closer. A glint of intensity sparks in his eyes.
“He fucked her,” he answers, and I gasp in surprise.
“Where?” I feign innocence, inching closer so my skirt rises revealing pant.
“On the desk,” he replies, his voice dropping to a gruff tone.
“A desk? Like this one?” I ask, my hand gripping the desk leg as I watch his reaction. He nods, and my mouth forms a perfect “o.” “Did she enjoy it ?” I tease.
“She loved it,” he responds, his voice rough with desire.
“It’s getting hot in here, Daddy,” I whine, unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my bra. “Look, I’m matching today,” I purr, and he gulps audibly.
“You’re stunning,” he whispers, his eyes glued to me.
I notice his cock getting hard beneath me, biting my lip seductively. “How did he do it?” I ask, and as he starts to reply, I interrupt, “Don’t tell me… show me,” I suggest, leaning in for a kiss.
He kisses me and quickly sheds my clothes, thrusting his cock into my pussy before I know.
“Damn it, Nina. You’re my greatest temptation,” he growls, pressing into me. I moan in response.
As aroused as I am, I pull back. Confused, he watches me intently. “I told you, no more sex unless there’s protection,” I murmur firmly.
He watches as I begin to dress again, feeling his frustration palpable.
“Please, just take the pill,” he implores.
“The condom is safer,” I assert, finish buttoning my shirt.
I see him tense again, resting his elbow on the armrest, fingers pressed to his forehead.
Sitting on his lap, I lean closer but he doesn’t touch me.
“Don’t be upset, Daddy,” kissing his neck.
“Nina, you can’t tease me and leave me high and dry,” he growls. I smile playfully. “You know my cock is aching, right?” he admits, making me pout before I smile again. “If your aim was to seduce me, you succeeded beyond belief,” he admits, chuckling. “You need to get back to taking the pill,” he urges, stroking my thighs, but I shake my head. “I want to fuck you, Nina!” he exclaims, and I hush him, looking around.
“What? We’re in my office; no one will know,” he insists, raising an eyebrow. I giggle. “Please, just this once without a condom, I promise!” he begs like a child.
“Do you promise?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes!” he exclaims, and I hold out my pinky.
“Pinky promise?” I tease, and he smiles, linking his finger with mine.
“Pinky promise,” he says with a grin. I pull back, sliding my panties down and tucking them into his jacket pocket.
“Alright, let’s go,” I whisper, and he beams.
“You have no idea how much I adore you,” he sighs, kissing me. I moan as he kiss my neck.
“Fuck me, Daddy, like Mr. Winston did with that girl,” I tease in a sultry tone.
“Oh, my love. I’ll fuck you better than he ever could, I promise you that.”