From someone who couldn't say a word in front of me before, Marci has come a long way in a very short time. Now she's openly flirting with me, which makes her very dangerous to a man like me. Her calling medaddyis stirring things inside me. I probably should spank her for being such a bad girl, trying to seduce me. I ignore her taunt and change the subject.
"The street is still covered in snow. I don't know what will happen to the parade," I say.
"Can we go together?"
"I have to drive the firetruck dressed as Santa."
An idea comes to mind, and I go back to get my phone. I send a few texts and, after getting confirmation that they are clearing the snow downtown in time for the parade, I also get the news that I wanted.
"Sit next to me while I sip my coffee, Daddy."
"Don't call me that."
"Why not?"
I don't answer her question. Instead, I sit on the sofa beside her. She reaches for my hand and grabs it, squeezing it gently. The gesture is sweet, and it fills my heart with longing. Things would be so different if I could have a woman like this in my life.
It happens so fast that I'm caught off guard. Suddenly, she straddles me and takes off the T-shirt I gave her. Now she's inher sexy Mrs. Santa lingerie, and her blond curls fall down her chest like a cascade of gold.
I can't seem to move or say anything, and she takes advantage of this. She quickly undoes the laces at the front of the corset, and pretty soon her plentiful breasts are peeking out of their constraint. I need to put a stop to this, but I'm frozen by the sight.
"Why are you doing this, baby girl? A relationship between us will never work."
"I don't care about the age difference, Da…"
"Don't say it. And it's not just about the May-December thing. There are other things going on with me that you don't know about."
She sits back on my legs and looks at me expectantly. How do I share this without freaking her out? But maybe it's better if she is put off and leaves me alone.
"I suffer from PTSD. It's light, but it's there. And I'm afraid I could hurt you."
"Is this why you said you were broken? Damaged, somehow?"
"Yes."
"Then you need to get some help. What have you been doing so far to improve things?"
"I haven't. I saw a psychiatrist when I was in the city, but I stopped going."
"Most doctors do online therapy these days. You need only a Wi-Fi connection and a laptop. You can borrow mine if you need it."
"I'll…think about it."
She reaches for my face and brushes the whiskers that have grown overnight. Her soft touch makes me tremble.
"We need each other, Jacob. Let me in."
I refuse to answer such a tempting offer, and as she dismounts me, I breathe a sigh of relief. Except she continues to undressuntil she's buck naked in all her glory in front of me. My cock springs into action immediately, and I let out a low groan. All sorts of images appear in my mind, and I know I have to taste her.
That's right. She's won this battle, and if I'm not careful, she'll win the war as well. I move to the side of the bed and pull her down onto my lap.
"You've gone and done it, baby girl. Now you have to accept your punishment."
"Hey, let me go. What are you doing, Jacob?"
"This isn't Jacob now, it's Daddy. And you've earned a spanking."
I look down at her perfect peach-like ass and am almost regretting my words. I have to teach her a lesson, though. So I lift my hand and smack her on one cheek. She yelps and tries to stand up, but I don't let her. She's mine now to do with what I want.
