Page 56 of Wanting What’s Wrong

There’s a flickering glow from the open doors on the enormous gabled barn, and the scent of lilacs and roses sweeps around in the breeze. Inside are vases of flowers, but the candles are all electric.

“No flames in a barn. No matter how romantic. Fire isn’t a friend.”

Shame fills my chest as I push away the memories and ask, “How did you do this? We’ve been together since we got here.”

“I have people. People I pay to sneak into barns while I’m eating dinner with my two favorite women in the world and set me up to look like a hero.”

Tell him the truth.

He’s doing everything for you. You owe him the truth.

I open my mouth, the words trapped in the tightness of my throat as Cade crushes his lips on mine, sweeping me under my rear and carrying me over to a stack of hay bales covered in white lace blankets.

He tastes like fried chicken and mint gum.

His kisses are always demanding, warm, wet and the best kind of wicked.

It’s like all the wrongs turn right when his tongue pushes into my mouth, and I think of all the nights I dreamed of him coming to my bedroom, leaning down, and kissing me just like he is right now.

“What are we going to do about your mom? About the world?” I deflect my guilt, ready to rip me open with questions that may not be answered in the way I hope.

“Well, I’ll handle my mother. Oh, and I’ll handle the world.

What’s your job?” He brushes my hair behind my ear, sniffing the top of my head, then tracing the inside of my thigh under my skirt with his other hand, making me wince and choke on my answer.

Our dynamic has changed me in countless ways.

One of those is my clothing. Cade has me wearing things other than my usual self-imposed uniform and it’s been fine. More than fine, it’s been great.

It was as though when the choice was taken away from me, I released my need to control the obsession. Odd but what a dang relief.

“My job is to make you happy.” I smile watching his pupils dilate.

“That’s right, very good. You knew that was your job long before I told you,” he says, a barn owl’s hoots softly off in the corner somewhere. Cade’s brows draw together while he pushes his massive body forward, spreading my legs .

I nod, vowing not to add more lies to the ones of omission I already carry.

His pupils fix on me as his fingers meet my bare lower lips, making me hiss on an inhale.

“Wet, wet, wet. As usual, dirty little sweet girl for Daddy. No panties too. Just like I told you. I love when you do as you’re told, baby. Makes me hard.”

He presses his mouth against mine, and I whine into the warm night air, my pulse pounding against my temples.

“You’re always hard,” I chitter back on a giggle as he licks up my neck, tickling me.

“I have been for longer than I should tell you. But that’s my secret to keep.

Sometimes, little girls don’t need to know everything, but Daddies need to know everything about their little girls.

Number one rule, Lennie, no secrets from me.

If you aren’t honest, I can’t take care of you.

And my number one job is to take care of you in every way.

” He taps his fingers to my forehead, “Mind,” then a tap on my belly, “Body,” now over my heart, “Spirit. All of you, Lennie, belongs to me, and that includes your thoughts, dreams, and, yes, your secrets. So, let’s start with one secret you’ve been keeping.

Tell me, and I’ll show you whatever you have, it’s safe with me.

You’re safe with me. Love isn’t wrong, baby.

And I love you. Forever. In ways you’re just beginning to understand. ”

Fire races through my veins, the world spins, and dizziness takes me for a moment. Does he know? Is he baiting me?

“I—” My thoughts spin, it’s my chance, either absolution or annihilation lie on the other side of the truth.

Do it, Lennie.

Say it.

A crow caws above, then another, and it’s a sign.

That black rot roils in my belly as I blurt out, “I have pictures of you on my phone. I’ve taken them for years.

I use them in my bed at night. I’m a terrible daughter.

I’ve had a crush on you since the day Mom introduced us. I should go to hell for how I feel. ”

“Baby.” Cade pulls me to his chest, his warmth soothes me as his heart pounds against my cheek. I hate myself for chickening out, but it is a secret and I do feel horrible guilt about how I felt for my mother’s husband all these years.

“Baby, thank you for telling me. You give me that secret to hold now and let it go. Feelings aren’t right or wrong, they just are. And I think your mother would understand, just trust me on that.”

I nod, a modicum of relief loosening the knots in my shoulders. “What we do, the things you say… that has to be a secret though, right? Who would understand, you are my stepfather, everyone knows that.”

“What is between us isn’t a secret. What we tell the world or what they know is up to me. The only secrets you won’t keep are the ones from me.”

“Want to know another secret?”

“Of course.”

“I watched you swim in the pool when you didn’t know I was looking. I put your dress shirts under my pillow because they smelled like you. I looked through the keyhole in your office watching your work. I--” I tug my lips to the side on a shrug. “That’s stalker stuff right there.”

“You think I didn’t know?”

I swat his shoulder. “You knew?”

“Of course. You want to know a secret of mine?”

“What?”

“I watched you sleep. But since you turned eighteen and I somehow felt like less of a degenerate, I’d watch you sleep and jerk off in your bedroom.”

I gasp, with some added drama. “Pervert.”

“Maybe. But let’s see…” He slides his hand up the inside of my thigh and into the wicked, soaking proof of exactly how he makes me feel. “Little secrets made you even wetter. Daddy’s hu ngry. Lay back, baby, time for some of those special, secret kisses that make you feel good.”

“God.” I throw my head back as he lowers his face between my legs, lapping at me and sending me to the moon.

He licks me hard with the flat of his tongue, I tangle my hands in his hair for a change and pull.

Pull, pull… pulling him closer, harder, more, more, more of what he’s giving.

I shake and curse as he devours me. The white blankets under my ass soaking as I drench his face and bellow to the roof, scaring off the crows when he nibbles my clit and eats me like a starved prisoner finally offered an all-you-can-eat buffet.

I quake and convulse as his lips and tongue do magic. He’s growling and rumbling his own curses into my wet heat.

“So fucking good, baby. You know Daddy loves how you taste. Like a good girl should.”

He pinches my clit between his fingers as his tongue stabs into my opening. “This hot little cunt is going to take all I give every day from now on. Forever, baby, this pussy is mine now.”

The wet sounds and the scent of my arousal drift upward as he doubles down and tongue fucks me to the edge of bliss.

I’m tearing at his hair, but he doesn’t stop. I’m twisting and on the verge of climax as I arch and call for him, but he stops. Suddenly and horrifically, the pleasure ends, leaving me teetering on that precipice.

“ Please, don’t stop…”

“Say you love me, baby. Say I love you, Daddy . Say it and I’ll let you come.”

I stutter and moan, a sob clutching in my chest. He’s told me he loves me dozens of times in the last few days, but I’ve yet to return the words, feeling somehow unworthy. If I say I love him back, then everything is perfect. But everything isn’t perfect.

“I—please, just don’t stop! ” I beg, whimpering and feeling the brush of his beard between my legs .

“Say it,” he orders, his voice harder, more demanding.

“I…” He flicks his tongue on my clit, stalling the last bits of any logical brain function.

“I—” Another flick, then a sharp smack on the side of my ass.

“ I love you, Daddy. I do, I do . I’ve always loved you.

” Sobs burst from my chest as his mouth returns, magic and lust and love merging as he slips a finger inside me, another pressing slick into my ass, then his lips and tongue dial it up to ten on my clit…

and I’m a SpaceX Satellite ripping through the sky.

The orgasm powers through me from toes to nose as I buck against his mouth, but his pace only quickens.

He licks me to one orgasm, then two, then he’s fucking me again with his tongue and I’m swept into the tsunami of number three in a convulsing mess of curse words and bliss blindness.

I’m panting, slick with sweat, and a bit of drool running down my chin when I finally focus and that fire in his eyes is more intense that ever.

“Now, make me happy. Get your mouth on my cock, little girl. Daddy needs relief.”

He releases his awe-inspiring thickness from the front of his jeans and I’m on my knees in a heartbeat, craving him, salivating for him even as my own orgasm still rocks through me.

He pets my head as I grab the smooth, steel-hard length, the snaking blue veins standing out as the head weeps clear drops of savory goodness.

He groans as I draw him between my lips, remembering that first time he had me suck on him as a pacifier, telling me his cock was my security blanket now. Whenever I felt nervous or anxious, all I had to do was suck his cock and I would feel better.

He was right.

Shocker.

He grips the back of my head, driving every inch down my throat as my lips burn stretching around him.

He barrels in and out, thumping at the back of my throat, in and out, out and in as I cup his balls the way he taught me and stroke the lower part of his girth, moving the skin up and down until the head of his cock swells at the back of my throat.

His cursing was a barometer of my effort.

“Such a good cock sucker. Daddy’s so close, baby. Don't stop, take it for me. Relax your throat, I need to be deep in there. You’ll breathe when you’ve done your job.”

I do as he asks, rolling my tongue on the underside and letting him take my windpipe as I slide my hand up and down, squeezing gently on his sac. His balls are heavy but draw up as the first shot of cum lands salty on my tongue.

“Fuck yes , fucking good girl. You want my cum, you have to work for it. Suck harder, little girl. Show me you like how Daddy tastes.”

I hollow my cheeks, tears streaming, gagging and choking as his fingers splay on the sides of my head, muffing the sounds of him skull fucking me without mercy.

I work hard to keep up with his pace, but I’m just a mouth to fuck right now and that’s okay. I’m his toy, and he has no problem showing me just how he plays with what’s his.

He bellows and roars as the hot load releases thick and sticky into my throat. “Take it all, baby. Take what I saved for you.”

I swallow and suck and swallow, loving his flavor and the way he sounds so proud of me. He pets my head as I suck and lick, scooping the cum from my chin and smiling up at him as I clean it from my fingers.

“You really are Daddy’s perfect girl. Cute and slutty, and sweet and filthy. Now, tell me you love me again. I want to watch you tell Daddy you love him with his cum dripping from your lips.”

“I love you, Daddy.” I stick my tongue out, and he slaps his cock on my cheeks, then my tongue. “Just promise me something.”

“What’s that? I take promises seriously, so you have to tell me what it is before I can promise. ”

“Just don’t fire me, okay?”

“Baby, you keep sucking cock like that. Trust me, you have job security. Now, turn over, we’re in the barn and I’m going to fuck you like an animal.

And, one of these days, when your belly is big and ripe bred with my baby, and there’s milk dripping from those big udders of yours, I’m going to put you in a stall, squeeze those big milkers and you’re going to moo for Daddy. Right, baby?”

“Whatever you say,” I answer as I assume the position, unsure if I’m turned on or amused by that whole cow slash mooing comment. Maybe both.

“Good girl. Ass up, head down. Now, brace yourself…”