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  She shifts around in her seat as if she can’t wait for the experience, but she asks, “What if I don’t like it?”

  “We stop and I fuck you anyway.”

  The traffic seems interminable today, but in truth, it’s just an hour. An hour with my cock ready to burst out of my pants and Holly rubbing her legs together in a way she thinks I haven’t noticed.

  We’re no sooner through the front door than I growl at her, “I love that blouse you’re wearing, but if you love it too and want to keep it, I suggest you take it off right now before I rip it to shreds.”

  She gasps and unbuttons her blouse, her breasts heaving in her bra. I wrench the cups down and bend to suck and lick and nibble her tits while I open her jeans and push them down her hips and off. She steps out of them and I pull her panties down around her thighs, then step back to look at her. “You have never been lovelier than you are to me now.”

  My fingers tease between her legs and play with her bud. “You’re soaking already. So wet for me. I love that. But you know what’s going to happen first.”

  “Yes.” Her eyes flash at me in the darkness of the hall. “I do.”

  She sheds her panties and I follow her through into the living room to the couch, my hand on her naked back, and pull her down over my lap.

  “You forgot to put your clothes in a neat pile. There’ll be an extra spank for that.”

  CHAPTER 29

  Holly

  He’s going to punish me. I’m lying naked on his knee, his arm keeping me steady, my bottom stuck in the air. I feel oh so vulnerable and embarrassed, but I want to play along. I want to know how it feels to have his hand on my ass, to experience the inevitable sting. I don’t know how any of this can be hot, but somehow it is. Messed up, but hot.

  “Ready?” he says and when I blurt out a yes, his hand comes down smartly on my bottom.

  I gasp at the stinging sensation and the heat that springs up instantly there.

  “That’s one,” he says. “I think ten, maybe twenty, might be enough to start with.”

  Twenty? Oh my god. Why didn’t I say no to this? I could tell him to stop, but I sense he’ll be disappointed if I do, and at the same time, I’m curious. Why do people like this? Yes, I’m turned on by lying over his lap like this, but that sting!

  He runs his hands over my behind, taking the edge off the pain. I could have him massage me there forever, soothing my skin, but that won’t happen. He’s doing this for my pleasure as well as his, for sure, but I don’t know whether I’ll ever want to repeat this.

  I’m expecting him to spank me again, but it’s still a shock when his hand leaves my bottom and comes down five times in quick succession. I don’t have time to react to one sting before receiving another, no time to think, just to feel, to squeal and twist and wriggle.

  I catch my breath as his hand runs over my hot skin. Despite the sting, or maybe because of it, I know I’m incredibly, disturbingly wet. My body betrays how aroused I am by this whole thing, by allowing myself to be spanked naked over his lap, by his hard cock against my side, the promise there.

  His fingers stray to my clit and I moan.

  “Soaking,” he says. “So wet for me, and you’re going to get wetter.” He cups me between the legs, teasing me against the heel of his hand, while his other hand spanks me once more. I yelp and squirm against his palm.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” I manage. I’m getting used to the blood and heat rising in my skin, the burning sensation, the sweet pain of it. I raise my hips for him. I want this. I am literally in his hands.

  Another volley of resounding swats on my behind, and I’m squirming and crying out, not sure which way is up. All that I know is that on some level, I love this.

  He smooths his hand over my hot rear. Then his fingers start again, toying with my wet folds, driving me insane. Pleasure and pain. Pain and pleasure. I have never felt so alive.

  Just as I topple over the edge, he gives me a final spank and I come, shuddering over his lap.

  He pulls me up and holds me, and I hug him back so tight. I don’t want to let go.

  “You’re all right?” he asks. “I wasn’t too hard on you?”

  “Not too hard. I’m more than all right.”

  He smiles down at me and kisses my nose. “Maybe I should have punished you with a timeout on the naughty step instead.”

  “I liked this better.”

  “Oh, I don’t know, I think the naughty step has its merits and we should try it out, right now.”

  “What?”

  He laughs and picks me up.

  “Reid what are you doing with me?”

  “I’m putting you where I want you—on the naughty step.” He deposits me face first on the bottom of the broad staircase, my knees on the second step and he puts my hands on the sixth or seventh. “I’m going to fuck you right here on this very naughty stair,” he says. “Right against your hot bottom. Hold on tight.”

  I feel the soft carpet against my naked body, and the heat from my ass, smarting from the spanking, my breathing heavy.

  He comes behind me and I hear him unzip his pants. His cock rakes against me, tormenting me as he gets himself into position. I want him so much. Then he’s inside me, filling and stretching me, so deep within me I’m in heaven. He moves my hair out of the way and kisses the back of my neck.

  “Your ass is all hot against me. Is it sore? I should just stop…” he teases.

  “No!” I almost yell it. “Don’t stop.”

  He grabs my hips and pounds into me, and I grab onto the stair carpet, pushing up against him with each thrust. I love it, the pressure, the heat, the texture of the carpet against my naked body—everything. He rams into me so fast, so hard. It’s as if he can’t get enough of me, of my body. And I am his. All his.

  “So fucking good,” he growls and then he makes a sound in his throat, and I know he’s going to fill me with his heat, and I’m ready for that, but he holds back at the last moment. “I want you to come with me,” he murmurs in my ear, his words sending a ripple down my spine.

  He reaches for my clit, massaging the tight little bud the way he knows I like, driving me wild, and slides slowly in and out me, deep and sure, so controlled after the wild intensity of our fucking, as he takes me to new heights of pleasure on his fingers.

  When I call out and clench around him, I’m so out of it I’m not sure where I am, and he plows frantically into me once more and clutches me tight as he releases deep inside me.

  “Now I had better get you to bed or we will never get to the airport,” he says, when we come around from that. But somehow, in bed, we can’t stop touching and fucking and in the end, he says, “We’ll just sleep on the plane,” and that’s exactly what we do.

  CHAPTER 30

  Reid

  We have two days in Milan to fuck and sleep and eat, and walk around like tourists with not a care in the world.

  The exhibition on the third day is a treat for Holly. I know she’d like me to go with her and that she’s nervous about meeting Pablo, but I have work to do. So I go with her in the limo and I do the introductions, and then set up my office in the back of the car while she enjoys looking at endless fabrics with Pablo and a couple of his buyers.

  “The exhibition was fantastic,” Holly tells me when she comes out. “I have so many new ideas from it, I filled half a notebook. It was so exciting. To be part of that…”

  On the last day of our trip, we go to Pablo’s Italian office and I kiss Holly and wish her luck. I’m impressed by her portfolio, by the clothes she’s worn here that she designed, but I know nothing about fashion.

  She goes into the building looking perfect (at least to my eyes) and comes out with a beaming smile.

  “He loves a lot of my designs and the ideas I had at the fabric exhibition yesterday. He thinks I might be a good fit for the New York office he’s opening in September.”

  “New York? And not until summer is over?
Fantastic. I thought he might snatch you away to L.A. right away. So now we really can celebrate.”

  The chauffeur drives us back to the hotel, and I text ahead to make sure there will be flowers to greet her on arrival in our suite and Champagne on ice.

  “I’m so happy,” she says. “Everything is working out perfectly. Thanks to you.”

  “No, that’s all due to you. Your portfolio. Your designs. They must have impressed him.”

  Holly loves the flowers, an enormous bouquet of exotic blooms in all the colors of the rainbow. She puts them down and thanks me with a kiss.

  “I have an outfit that I haven’t worn yet. I think I might put it on after dinner,” she says.

  “Why not wear it for dinner?”

  “This one is for your eyes only.”

  “Then I have to see it before dinner.”

  “It’s a bit of a throwback to the seventies.”

  “I don’t care what it throws back, just put it on.”

  She goes to get changed, and then she comes out of the bedroom into the main part of the suite. As soon as I see her tits bouncing in that wisp of a thing, my cock springs to attention.

  “Fuck, Holly! You’re trying to kill me. I love it.”

  She twirls around, the fine gauzy fabric of the short baby doll top floating around her, revealing the matching sheer panties in the palest shade of peach. The fabric has several layers, so the whole thing is not quite see-through, more subtle than that, but skims over her leaving everything tantalizingly just visible below.

  “You can rip this one off.” She grins at me. “I can make another.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it. All your hard work. I’m going to fuck you in it, though. And that’s not going to wait until after dinner, either.”

  CHAPTER 31

  Holly

  We are late going to dinner, and my creation looks much the worse for wear by the time we do, but I don’t care. As we enter the dining room, I feel like I’m walking on a cloud. I’m on Reid’s arm, fresh out of the shower, wearing my red dress, the one he loves to take off, and I’m sure I won’t be wearing it for long once we go back to our suite.

  I love being with Reid. I love everything about him. I wasn’t wrong to have a crush on him all these years. He was well worth waiting for. I’m happy he’s my first, and I want him to be my only, but I don’t know what he plans for me.

  He tells me I make him happy, and I can see how he is with me. I’ve seen him on this trip, deep in a serious transatlantic conversation about his work, a scowl on his face, and then he looks up at me and breaks out into a smile as if he can’t help it.

  I’ve seen him make sure I have everything I need while he works. And he’s bought me gifts, thoughtful gifts, sometimes expensive gifts, but I don’t need them to know how much he cares.

  “It’s our last night here,” he says, after we’ve eaten the delicious food that looked like some kind of beautiful artwork on the plate and tasted even better. “It’s been a good trip. One of the best.”

  “I’ve enjoyed every minute, but you’ve been stuck in your car working for big chunks of it.”

  “I got a lot done. I think I’ll get a car office in New York.” He laughs.

  “What time do we leave tomorrow?”

  “The car will pick us up at ten.”

  “I’ll be sad to go home, but it will be good to see Jack and Katie again. They’ll be so excited to see you.”

  “And you. Maybe we should make it so that they see you all the time not just for this summer. But in winter and spring and every part of the year and every year to come.”

  “What?” Is he saying he wants me to move in permanently? My heart goes wild.

  “Maybe it’s too much to ask you.”

  “What’s too much? Reid?”

  “I want to marry you, Holly. I love you. I’ll always love you. I want to see you every day. I want to be with you day in, day out. I want you in my bed every night so I go to sleep with you and wake up with you in the morning. But we’re a lot to take on. It’s not just me. There’s Jack and Katie, too.”

  “I love you, Reid, and I love Jack and Katie too. You’re not too much to take on. I’ll marry you and I’ll love all three of you. Always.”

  “That’s settled, then,” he says, grabbing my hand and kissing my wrist. “We’ll have to get a ring. I should have been more prepared.”

  “That can wait, but there’s something that can’t.”

  “What?” he says.

  “Showing you how much I love you and want you right now. I have a date with you upstairs.”

  “You do,” he says. “But you’re overdressed for the one I have in mind.”

  “Easy problem to solve,” I say, getting up from the table. “Maybe you can help me with that.”

  EPILOGUE

  Reid

  Back in New York, I take Holly to Tiffany’s so she can look at rings, but in the end, we have something made to her own design and wedding rings to match. I should have guessed that would be her choice, but I’m still getting to know everything about her, and the more I know, the more I love her.

  Despite offering Holly the wedding of her dreams, anything she wants, any exotic venue, any number of guests, no expense spared on anything, she manages to surprise me again.

  She knows I can afford any kind of extravagant wedding she could ask for, but it turns out she doesn’t want a big society affair, the kind that gets reported in the press. She wants to get married at the beach house, as soon as we can, with only the people who are closest to us in attendance.

  “We can celebrate with a big party later and invite everyone, but I’d like our special day to be right on the shore,” she says. So that’s exactly how we get married—a wedding on the sand with a makeshift boardwalk aisle lined with tubs of flowers and a picnic on the beach of Champagne and canapés we brought with us.

  The pictures of Holly are beautiful, some with the sea in the background, some with the house. And no one can resist taking photos of Katie and Jack building sandcastles in their cute little wedding outfits, designed by Holly.

  The twins have taken the whole wedding thing in their stride, as if their dad and babysitter get married every day. But I know they are thrilled that Holly is here to stay.

  When I talked about Villefranche when Holly first arrived, I didn’t expect to be taking her there on a kind of honeymoon, but it turns out that way—a honeymoon with the kids in tow.

  Holly’s friend, Tanya, comes with us to look after them. Though we flew Iris and her friend back from their trip for the wedding, they are back on their travels. It’s good to see how happy they are, too.

  The kids and Tanya take over the guest house attached to the main villa. She keeps them occupied, but we all see each other every day. I’ll take Holly on a special honeymoon, just the two of us soon, once Iris is back.

  “To think I worried about saying I’d come to Villefranche with you,” Holly says, one afternoon when we go inside, out of the hot sun, for a siesta.

  “Oh?”

  “Yes. First, I worried you’d be with someone else here, and I’d be distraught. Then when you said we’d be alone, I worried it might be awkward being with you all day and not being able to touch you.”

  “I had the same thought. Funny how that worked out.”

  “Yes, a whole lot of touching.” She grins at me. “I didn’t realize how good at touching you would be, or I might have been even more upset at the idea of it not happening.”

  “You only had to ask.”

  “I’m asking now.” She looks at me all wide-eyed innocence, but I know that look now. My cock stiffens in response, and I pick her up and carry her to the bed in our cool, air-conditioned room.

  “Mmmh. It’s lovely in here after the sun,” she says.

  My fingers stray inside her bikini top. “It’s lovely in here whatever the weather.”

  She laughs and touches my cock. “I know another place you can delve inside that’s eve
n better.”

  “Would that be this place?” Fuck! She’s already so wet for me.

  “It might be. You’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”

  And so I do, and another siesta goes by without a single wink of sleep.

  Holly

  THREE YEARS LATER

  I love being married to Reid and playing Mom to Katie and Jack. I would love to adopt them, but I doubt Mercia will ever allow it. Whatever, I will be like a mom to them, better than their real mother.

  That’s not difficult, because I see them every day and play with them, whereas Mercia rarely bothers with them at all. We see more of her in the newspapers and on TV than we ever do in person. I feel sorry for the kids, and I would never try to keep them from their mother, but it suits me not to have much contact with her.

  What really bothers me about Mercia and the whole incident at the beach house is that I don’t think she wanted Reid at all when she tried to come between us. She wasn’t jealous because she wanted him back. She just wanted to ruin everything because she didn’t want anyone else to have him.

  I heard recently, she’s getting married to a rock guitarist, but I don’t know if it will last. I hope so, for her sake and his. I’d like everyone to be as happy as I am, even Mercia.

  Reid catches me playing with the kids one afternoon when he comes home early from the office. We are playing Twister and getting into all kinds of contortions, and end up laughing and collapsing in a heap, game over. The kids give their dad a kiss and run off to play. They are never still for long.

  Reid kisses me. “You know I think you’re a perfect mom and a perfect wife,” he says.

  “Never perfect. Sometimes, I can be very, very bad.”

  “Yes,” he says with a twinkle in his eye. “It’s a wonder we haven’t worn out the new naughty step already.”

  And I blush, because of the things we have done on stairs in every one of our houses–and not just the stairs—on the weekends the kids have been at their grandparents’.