Page 24 of Daddy’s Pursuit (The Daddy Guard #1)

Chapter Twenty-Four

“Auntie might be mad at me. I’m stealing you from her tonight,” Jack announced.

Holding his hand as they entered his townhome, Iris laughed. “What if she tries to paddle you?”

Jack snorted. “Hardly. I’m a Daddy. I do the paddling around here.”

Boy, don’t I know it! Iris thought. Her bottom still stung from the spanking she’d taken earlier at the helipad. That belt was bad enough. She didn’t want to find out what Daddy could do with a paddle.

The lights were already on, revealing a clean, but somewhat sparse living space. Benson was sleeping on the couch and continued to snore, his chest rising and falling.

“Hey, buddy. Don’t worry. We aren’t burglars or anything.” Jack looked at Iris. “Some guard dog, huh?”

Finally, the retriever lifted his head, shook it a bit, and then huffed as if annoyed by the interruption. It took him another few seconds before he got off the couch. Slowly, he made his way toward them but stopped to stretch halfway there.

When he went to Iris first, Jack said, “Hey! Traitor.”

Benson just craned his neck while Iris scratched behind his ears.

“Who’s the bestest boy in the whole wide world? Benson is!” she told him.

He seemingly ate it up, his tail wagging, his mouth open as if smiling.

After Iris and Jack finished petting him, the dog ambled back to the couch where he climbed up, pawed at the cushion a few times, and then laid down with another sigh.

“Well, I don’t think we’re bothering him,” Jack noted. “Come on, honey. I’ll show you around. There’s not much to it.”

He was right, Iris found. The place was nice but not huge. Still, it was more than enough space for a single guy living by himself. The living area was big and seemed even more so thanks to the open-air floor plan that led right to the kitchen and dining area.

Upstairs was a spacious bathroom and one large bedroom.

“This place is nice,” she said. “But where does Benson potty?”

“He uses diapers like you.”

It took Iris a moment to realize Daddy was joking. After laughing, she said, “No, really. Where does he go?”

Jack smiled. “Did you see that door in the kitchen? It leads to an enclosed area. It’s not a big yard, but it’s enough to have a patio with a grill on it and a small patch of grass where Benson can take care of his business.”

As if he’d heard his name, Benson came up the stairs and into the bedroom, standing next to Iris. She petted the top of his head. “Where did you get him?”

“Sort of a sad story,” he said. “We raided the home of a drug dealer. He had a litter of puppies in there along with the mom and dad. Apparently he had notions of being a breeder, too. That ended when he went to prison for dealing cocaine. But we were able to find homes for all the dogs. Including Benson, who went home with me.”

Iris squatted down and hugged the dog. “I love him.”

Benson licked her across the face, and Iris couldn’t stop laughing.

“And he loves you,” Jack said. “Do you want to get ready for bed, honey?” He held up the bag of things they’d stopped to purchase on their way there—a toothbrush, makeup remover, face wash, and some other items she needed to ready for the night.

“Do you want to go first?”

Jack shook his head. “Go on, cutie. But first, let me grab you a t-shirt. You can wear one of mine. I suppose I need to get some diapers and things for you just to have around here. You’ll be over quite a bit.”

Iris was all smiles as she thought of her future with Daddy. Would they even move in together?

She supposed time would tell. Right now, she didn’t want to scare him by bringing it up. He might think she was moving too fast or just looking for someone to latch onto to better her situation.

That was not the case at all.

Her feelings for Jack were intense. Already, she couldn’t imagine going day to day without him. But that was a discussion for another time.

After rummaging through a drawer, Jack tossed her a t-shirt and she carried it into the bathroom along with her other stuff. “I’ll be back, Benson,” she called before shutting the door.

The dog had already laid down on the floor and was dozing off.

Iris shut the door and began to ready for the night. She looked around but couldn’t find any washcloths, so she opened the door and said, “Daddy, do you have any?—”

That’s all she was able to say before the sight before her halted the words.

Her jaw fell slack.

Jack was in black boxer-briefs and nothing else. His washboard abs, his protruding chest, and those jagged shoulders that led to his muscle-packed arms were almost more than Iris could take. She gripped the doorknob harder to stabilize herself.

Wowzers!

She didn’t know if her gasp was audible or not. But it didn’t really matter. She was powerless right now.

Her amazement only grew when her gaze fell downward and landed on that massive bulge beneath the thin fabric of his underwear.

Goodness! It nearly poked out the bottom! Holy shit!

“What do you need, sweetie?”

A lump in her throat prevented her from answering. After choking it down, her trembling voice replied, “Washcloths. Please.”

“Oh, I forgot to put the towels and stuff away after I ran a load of laundry earlier. Hang on.”

He trotted down the stairs, leaving her to wait.

Benson lifted his head and locked eyes with her.

“Daddy is hot!” she whispered.

Benson just sighed, stretched, and then laid his head back down and closed his eyes.

A moment later, Daddy returned with a stack of folded towels and washcloths. “I’ll just put these in the cabinet beneath the sink and then get out of your way.”

Iris tried to respond but once again, at the sight of the man in all his splendor, she was speechless.

Well, it’s not all his splendor, she thought while suppressing a giggle. But it was close.

Leaving one cloth atop the vanity, Jack smiled at her before leaving, closing the door behind him.

Iris sucked in a deep breath and held it for a moment before releasing it. Bringing her hand in front of her face, she watched it and realized she was trembling.

Damn. Daddy had a powerful effect on her!

She tried to move on, but her mind just wouldn’t forget what she’d seen—and the way she’d felt when Daddy’s bare skin had brushed her arm. Just that simple act had sent her into a tailspin.

With her heart still thumping rapidly and her breathing shallow, she hatched a plan and set to it.

It wasn’t like her, as usually she’d never be this bold. But just Daddy’s presence instilled confidence in her.

She wasn’t going to waste it.

The surprise was evident in Jack’s eyes when Iris stepped out of the bathroom without a single piece of clothing on.

Now, it was the seemingly unflappable Jack who was rendered speechless.

Despite the reaction, though, suddenly Iris felt that old familiar self-doubt creep in. It was awful how fast it could take hold of her; like a switch had been flipped.

“I hope I’m not too… skinny and…” She hung her head and shrugged.

With her eyes cast to the floor, she didn’t even realize Daddy had walked to her until she felt his hand come under her chin and gently tilt her head up.

He brought his lips to hers and let the kiss be his answer.

It was a strong, passionate kiss that caused Iris to forget about that self-doubt just as quickly as it had gripped her.

Now, she was caught up in the moment as Daddy’s bare torso pressed up against hers, his knotty muscles feeling like heaven as his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her closer.

That feeling of euphoria spread as he moved his lips down to her neck and began to feast.

“Will you take me to bed, Daddy?” she whispered.

Once again, his actions gave her the answer. Her feet were off the ground before she even realized she was being carried away.

A second later, she was on the bed. After he shed his boxer-briefs, giving her a brief glimpse of his long, swelling, veiny member, she watched him climb onto the bed and crawl toward her, his powerful arms pulling his frame upward as his muscles tensed.

He looked like a hungry lion approaching a gazelle. But Iris didn’t feel threatened.

On the contrary, the anticipation was palpable. She wanted this and she wanted him.

She just wasn’t sure if her body was ready to handle what Daddy had in store for her.

He stopped midway up. "Spread those legs, honey. Daddy needs a taste."

She giggled as she happily complied.

The sound quickly changed to a moan as she felt the soft, wet, warmth of Daddy's mouth. He started with little nibbles on her pubic mound. Her stomach flipped a nervous somersault as the expectation grew.

Spreading her legs even further, she hoped Daddy would get the hint. But he only moved down partway, leaving her to sigh in disappointment.

He laughed and she knew he was toying with her.

"Daddy! I need it."

He looked up long enough to flash her a devilish grin. "Don't be impatient."

A loud groan escaped her lips.

"Have you been a good girl?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you deserve a good girl treat?"

"Yes, Sir!"

He chuckled again. "Oh, all right..."

Instead of moving to her now-dripping pussy, though, he went lower and nibbled on her inner thighs, moving between the two.

Iris arched her back and rubbed her hand up and down her stomach before moving to her own breasts and tweaking her nipples.

"Mmm. My Little girl needs it bad."

"Yes... Daddy."

She nearly shot up as his lips found her womanhood. Shit! Just that small contact felt better than anything she'd ever experienced before. She didn't really have a lot of practice in this area. But even she could tell that Daddy had skills.

And she couldn't freaking wait to find out all about them.

The sensation was new and thrilling. As she felt his tongue dart and flick, her fingers curled tightly into the sheets, her toes did the same, and her back arched.

It was almost too much. Already, her body was beginning to tremble, her senses going haywire. The feeling intensified and she could sense the inevitable eruption coming.

"Daddy!" she gasped, unsure if she should try to hold it back or let go.

"Come for me, sweetie. Come now."

"Yes, Sir!"

As the explosion rocked her, she threw her head back, gripped the sheets, and arched her back as she screamed.

The orgasm was short, but it was intense. It left her legs fluttering like wings as her entire body convulsed.

Daddy kissed a trail up to her lips.

"Mmm. Daddy's sweet girl," he said in between kisses.

The next kiss was tender but intense, as if he was transferring love to her very soul.

"Iris," he said. "I'm going to take care of you. Now. Forever. Until my last breath."

"Daddy..." she whimpered, not sure if she should go on.

"Yes, sweet girl?"

Was it too soon? Would he think she was weird for saying it?

It didn't really matter, she realized. Those words would not be contained. They were yearning to break free and she'd be miserable until she let them.

"I... love you."

He kissed her. "I love you, too. Oh babydoll. Daddy needs to have you."

She could feel his cock bumping against her pussy lips, so she shifted to help him inside.

"You can have me, Daddy. You can have all of me."

Jack began to thrust. Iris squealed in delight as she felt his hardness sliding deeper inside her.

"Yes!" she cried.

He was holding himself up above her with his elbows. Looking up, she was mesmerized by his flexing muscles, his pecs and abs, and his broad, powerful shoulders. She ran her hands over his triceps and licked her lips.

"Go faster, Daddy."

He kissed her but only picked up the pace a little. Just like he'd done earlier, he was going to make her wait a bit.

It was pure torture! Agonizing torment.

Finally, when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he thrust hard and deep. She winced and gasped. It hurt, but only for the briefest of seconds.

That was enough, as it burned white-hot, and her vision went blurry as she gritted her teeth. She'd never been filled in such a way.

But then the pain turned into pleasure and the two combined were more than she could bear.

"Fuck!" she screamed, not caring about the word she was using.

Daddy didn't seem to mind. If anything, he was amused by her outburst.

"I can feel you, honey. I can feel your pussy gripping me. Your body knows what it wants."

"Yes! Yes, Sir!"

"Daddy will give you what you want."

"I need it!"

"Here it comes, sweet girl."

He pounded her hard. She could feel the pressure building. The sensation was almost overwhelming.

"Daddy!" she yelled, knowing what was about to happen.

"Come for me, honey."

"I can't hold it," she managed.

"Don't hold it. Let it go. Do it."

"Yes, Sir."

"Right now."

"Y-yes, Sir!"

What followed shook Iris to her core. The room spun, but after a moment, she had to pinch her eyes closed and hold on tight. The covers were tangled in her fingers as she gripped them. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open as she continued to ride the orgasmic wave.

Daddy erupted, his hot seed triggering another series of small, trembling climaxes that left her panting.

He’d completely filled her, claiming her as his own.

And when he shifted on the bed and took her into his arms, a sense of peace and calm washed over her. Iris had never felt so safe, so cared for, and so loved as she did in that moment.

This is what it’s like, she told herself. This is what love is.

It had been so long.

Twenty minutes later, when they’d both come down from their experiences, Iris found the intimacy hadn’t faded one bit.

Jack kissed the top of her head. “What are you thinking about, babygirl?”

She rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him. “Being loved feels… wonderful.” After a second, she added, “That probably sounds pathetic, huh?”

“Not at all. Do you want to talk about it?”

She rested her cheek on him and then brought a finger up, tracing his chest as she spoke.

“I remember my grandma. She raised me until I was six. A wonderful woman. I knew love then. She was my world. But she died. I just sort of got bounced around between family members after that, until I was eighteen. No one actually wanted me.” She sighed.

“I suppose I should be thankful. They at least gave me a roof over my head and food until I was an adult. But no one wanted me. I was an obligation.”

She looked up to see Jack nod.

“Your parents?”

“Never knew who my dad was. My mom had some substance-abuse issues and spent most of my life unaccounted for. Or in rehab. Once in jail. She died a few years back.”

“I’m sorry.”

She shrugged. “Thanks. I didn’t really know her.”

He kissed her head again. “You deserved better. So did she.”

Iris sat up. Propping herself up on her elbows, she said, “I pray she’s at peace.” She grinned. “But I do have better now. I have you.”

Jack held her close. “And you always will. I love you.”

Iris giggled and nestled close to him.

“And I love you, too.” She sighed wistfully before adding one more word.

“Daddy.”