Daddy's Little Secret

I pull the car in front of Sybarite Motel and scan the area. Vespa suburbs have progressed over the years. There is a bank three blocks away from where I park. I remember going to the city to transact business because we never had one. Then there is a shopping center and Home Depot are combined on the left. I also see a large sign of a gym which promotes boxing, Muay Thai, and yoga classes as well. “Such a great transition,” I breathe, then crawl out of the auto. Once I step outside, I am drawn to a familiar establishment on the other side of the road. The cold wind kisses against my skin, as if taking me back to where it all started. The classic spaghetti house evokes tons of dribbling emotions in me. Fun, wild, thrilling until it all turns tragic. “Can’t believe this one is still here.” Nostalgia. Three years, yet the memories are still tattooed on my mind. Fresh, raw, real. They are crawling into my gut, eating me alive. Over and over. I let out a large breath and gathered the strands of my hair at the back of my shoulder. Memories from the past should not hinder me from moving forward. And yes, I did. I am now a new me, the better version of myself. “Do you need a valet, ma'am?” A uniformed guy pulls me out of my trance. “Sure.” I hand him the keys before trudging inside the hotel. At the concierge, I informed the receptionist of my appointment with a VIP client. I take the card key and walk to the elevator doors. As the lift moves, my heart beats rapidly as if it will burst out of my chest. My hands are sweating profusely like a faucet left unattended. You got this! It's now or never, b***h. Then, my phone promptly vibrates against the pocket of my trench coat. One message and five missed calls flashed on the screen. I square my shoulders before browsing the inbox. “Suite 220,” I say, walking through the narrow hallway. “He must've been waiting for hours now.” Despite my anxiousness, I dial his number, and it only takes two good rings before he answers. His heavy, manly breaths instantly bounce in my ear. I almost close my eyes, slowly losing the last string of my sanity, yet I hold still. His voice alone is making me oh so wet. “Primrose,” he mumbles from the other line, breaking our silence. My throat gets so dry that I can't find the right word. The way he utters my name allures titillating emotions and brings indescribable heat into my core. It is so brazen, slithering through every nerve-ending of my body. The heat of unholy passion is slowly killing me inch by inch, muscles to bones. My breath hitch as my s*x quiver against my lacy thong. I feel giddy and skittish; it makes me want him all to myself again. s**t! “Baby?” I let out a large breath before gripping the courage to answer back. “Y-Yeah,”I say, my small, almost croaky voice. “You're finally back.” “I am.” “God, I missed you so bad, Rosé,” Daddy muses, using his sweet voice. And there's then silence again. I am totally out of words. s**t. I feel dizzy and disoriented. Years passed, but he still had this effect on me. I bit my lower lip before pressing my thighs together. I need to control myself not to play with my drenched kitty. Why do you love torturing me, Daddy? But I love this. . . I cannot defy him no matter how hard I try. “What's taking you so long?” Clearing my throat, I mutter, “I'm outside your door. Can you open it for me?” “Anything for my baby girl.” I end the call and gaze down at the card key. This thing here has no sense at all. I don't need this in the first place; I mentally snap. Soon, the door split open, and his robust and dominant aura radiated into me. Age doesn't mar his gorgeous face, and his body is still one to die for. Gosh, I almost peed in my undies just by looking at him. I feel like I am melting against his scorching stares. Brutally honest, hot, lewd. My bad, I can envision him pumping in and out of me while we are both lying naked on the floor. “Daddy.” I lick my lower lip and gaze back at him through my thick, curly lashes. “You came,” he says, never breaking eye contact. “I can't believe you're here with me today.” “Glad to see you, too.” I smile at him. He pulls me in a warm embrace before kissing the side of my head. God, I missed this. I missed everything about Daddy. His kisses, touch, his long and thick excalibur, and his c*m in my tongue. Sure, this is not the right time to do it, but if he will ask nicely. . . I shake my head, shrugging off the nasty ideas in my head. “I'm sorry I came empty-handed," I say, pulling out from his hold. "I mean, it's your birthday. I should've bought pizza or wine, maybe?” He looks at me and cups my chin. “You're the only thing that matters to me. You have no idea how happy I am seeing you today.” “Sweet.” I chortle and walk to the couch. He won't let go of my hand, so we sit on it together. “On my lap, Rosé.” “But. . .” “It’s either on my lap or I’ll spank your ass now? Your choice.” I chew the inner flesh of my lower lip. This is how we used to do this before and I will always oblige to his commands. Well, I have those days when I get punished by him, and I kind of want to experience it again. Excitement rushes through every fiber of my nerves as I think of it. “I prefer to get the first choice.” “Good girl.” Daddy hooks his large hands on both sides of my small waist as I press my tushy on his lap. He guides me to get a comfortable position before dropping a haste kiss on the side of my lips. “I assume you have a reason why you contact me, yeah?” I wrap my arms around his neck before rubbing myself against the pad of his cottony pants. “I do.” “Aside from celebrating your birthday, yes?” “Well, that’s part of the plan. But there's one thing that I have to discuss with you.” “What is it then?” Daddy runs his knuckles against the contour of my face and whispers, “I want to marry you, my sweet Rosé.” “Did you just propose to me now?” “Never been sure until you, baby girl.” Daddy licks the hollow part on my neck and lathers small kisses onto my collarbones. And so, I finally gave in. I so want him back in my life, in his arms now that Katherine is nowhere to be found. And yes, I am ready to sin with my hot Daddy once more. . .