Daddy's Little Girl

Keira’s POV I had so many plans for my Saturday afternoon, and none of them included being stuck in this hall full of men in their forties and fifties who felt that playing golf was some fun activity. For a Saturday! But after everything that had happened in the past few years, the most I could do was let Dad know that I was there for him, also. I felt someone watching me, and I searched through the crowd discreetly to see who it was. My eyes fell upon an unfamiliar face. His tall and athletic build towered over everyone in the room. His electric blue eyes on me made me suddenly feel hot in my light clothes despite the air conditioning that had been installed in the small meeting room. Something in me liquefied at his stare and I held tightly onto my wine glass, pressing my thighs together. He donned a pastel blue hoodie over white shorts, coupled with a pair of white sneakers. The beautiful man stood across from me in the lobby facing the green pitch, sipping from a wine flute. His medium-length hair, a curly brown mop, fell casually over his forehead, and his long, deft fingers constantly raked them backwards. The stubborn strands, however, only returned to his forehead, like that was where they were meant to be. Strangely, I found myself agreeing with them. I should be the one who put them in their place, testing their texture and holding onto them for my dear life while he plunged those fingers into me. I watched his handsome face break into a pleasant smile as he interacted with the other club members. Even though he moved around the room, his every move oozing strength and control, he would occasionally look over to where I was. Almost as if he knew I was watching him also. I felt bound to the floor as soon as this hot stranger moved from where I had seen him last to where I was now. I let out a soft sigh of relief as I realised he wasn’t coming here for me. He moved towards a woman somewhere close to us, and the moment he spoke, more heat pooled in my thighs, soaking my panties. His voice was a low baritone rumble that reverberated through me, not minding the distance. As I imagined him talking dirty and whispering sweet nothings into my ear with that hypnotic voice of his, I felt myself losing control quite quickly. His honey skin glistened under the light, tempting me to get some of that ‘honey’ on my tongue. And my p***y clenched some more at the thought. “Is he a new member?” I whispered in Papa’s ear, nodding at the man. “Nope,” came his curt reply, and I wondered why it seemed like Papa didn’t want to say much about him. This man was beyond yummy. The only problem was he seemed to be older than me by a decade or two. I had never had anything to do with someone that older. And yet, it did not stop me from wanting him. His gaze on me had not dropped when he began walking in my direction. Every step he took seemed to make me lose some part of my sanity. Did he know what he was doing to me? “Good evening, Kane.” He had stopped before my dad and stretched a hand to Papa, who gladly took it. “Hello. How are you enjoying the evening?” I knew Papa smiled at him. “As always.” He smiled back at Papa, then returned his attention to me, where they belonged, where I wanted it to always be, only on me. I chugged down my drink next in an attempt to compose myself, but the alcohol only seemed to heighten whatever it was I felt at the moment. I picked another glass from a server walking by and sipped that one. “Won’t you introduce me to the pretty lady, Kane?” The man asked. My heartbeat intensified. I was over the moon. He f*****g thought me to be pretty. Papa chuckled and circled his arm around my shoulder. “This is my daughter, Kiera. She is in college. Kiera, this is Clint Homer. A club member and now an investor in my company.” They cheered for that, clinking their glasses. “Clint Homer,” I murmured. Testing the name on my tongue. “Well, it is nice to meet you, Kiera.” He put out his hand for a handshake, and I tentatively took it. “You have such a beautiful name.” His voice had dropped an octave, a tone I found very sexy, as he held my stare. His thumb caressed my palm slowly, every stroke sending my nerve cells into overdrive. I might as well climax from just his touch. My body protested when he released my hand. He looked at my father this time and said, “I will see you around.” With that, he had disappeared into the crowd. Those words, however, felt like they held a promise for me. An unspoken promise I was more than willing to bank on. “Okay, guys.” Papa clapped his hands to quiet down the noise and gain everyone’s attention. “It is time for the games to start,” Papa announced, and the members cheered. I did not feel his gaze on me anymore, so I peered stealthily at him through my lashes. He was conversing with a woman seated beside me, and I felt something prickle my chest. That could not be jealousy, could it? I hardly knew this man. “The rules for the tournament are…” Papa read them out from a sheet of paper in his hand. I drowned him out, my mind racing with naughty thoughts of Clint Homer. My n*****s had pebbled, and I sneakily brushed them through my chiffon top in an attempt to hide them, but they only tightened more, arousing me. I was so turned on that I needed an immediate release. The temptation to leave here and get the relief I was aching for was so great at the moment. But something about watching the man in my line of sight kept me glued to the screen. “And now, let the games begin,” Papa declared, and as the members applauded, they filed out onto the pitch. Leaving only escorts like me on the sidelines. The game was in full swing, and Clint seemed to be leading. He never missed any shots. It was not so surprising, as he seemed to be the youngest in the group. He soon stopped for some water and I shamelessly watched him. His Adam apple bobbed as the water went down. I wished I was the water, quenching his thirst forever while I became one with him. Once he was done, his eyes found mine and he dabbed his lower lip with his tongue before winking at me and returning to the game. That was it. I had to do something about my flaming cunt, or I would explode right where I stood. There was no way I could hold on any longer. “Are you okay, Kiera?” Papa stood before me and I blinked in surprise. I had not seen him approach. “You look flustered.” Then he looked around. I nodded vehemently. “Y…yes, Papa. I.. I am…Can I use the restroom?” I garbled. “Yea, sure. You do not need to ask for permission.” He gave me a concerned look as I rushed into the building. I took the familiar path to the restroom, entering a stall and closing the door behind me. I looked into the mirror, panting heavily. And I flushed even hotter seeing my n*****s on full display. I could only hope Father had not seen that. I rolled one n****e between my fingers. “f**k!” I gasped, electricity lashing through my body. My p***y slicked wet at the thought of the human who had put me in this situation in the first place, innocently having the time of his life while I dealt with myself. With the image of Clint Homer in my head, I quickly discarded my top, exposing my luscious breasts and flat tummy dotted by a navel piercing. My throat went dry as I imagined that it was Clint’s warm tongue on my n****e. I shut my eyes, groaning softly when I pinched the rosy buds hard. My boobs were one of my body’s most attractive features, and it didn’t help that they were sensitive as hell. My p***y dripped at the action. I rubbed my legs together, aiming at some friction. I instantly popped the button of my shorts and let them fall, exposing my pulsing cunt. Sitting on the furry toilet seat, I ran a finger up my slit. I let out a satisfied sigh as my fingers grazed my clit. My eyes closed shut, and my head fell back at the burst of sensations I felt. “Ah…shit!” My fingers vigorously rubbed my sensitive clit. “f**k! Clint!” I envisioned Clint there with me, his tongue on my juicy p***y, lapping all my c*m as I neared a climax. “Oh my god!” My fingers rocked harder, faster even. My moans rose in intensity, filling the enclosed space, but I did not care. I rocked my hips in careless abandon, riding my palm as if my life depended on it. “f**k f**k fuckkkkkkkk,” I screamed. My mind conjured up the perfect image of what Clint would look like underneath those clothes and I imagined it was those strong, firm hands pushing into me like they wanted to take me to the heavens. “Yes, Clint. f**k me harder. f**k me, Daddy. Just like that, please,” I whimpered, feeling so close to the edge. I pinched my n****e and clit simultaneously as I came furiously, a loud moan escaping my throat. This had to be the best self-given orgasm I had given myself in a long time, no doubt. Shit! I rubbed down my torso leisurely as my body rode out my orgasm. I smiled to myself and worked on pacing my breathing. My eyes flew open at the creaking sound of the stall’s door. I yelped in surprise, pressing my legs together and hiding my breasts behind my folded arms. A cold shiver ran up my spine. s**t. Had I forgotten to lock the door? Clint Homer stood before me, the door shut behind him. And locked this time. How long had he been here? Did he hear everything? Damn, my f*****g libido. “W…what are you doing here?” I stuttered, avoiding his gaze. I had never been one to shy away from my s****l wants or pleasures. But at this moment, curled up naked in front of this man that I had just used to get an orgasm after less than an hour of meeting him, I definitely felt a bit of shame flood through me. His eyes darkened as he took me in, his voice a raspy whisper as he said, “It’s alluring how you say my name, Keira.”