I blinked and looked around my room, but nothing seemed out of place in the darkness. My fitful dream hadn’t let my mind rest. Not when dreams of my sexy, dark protector played on my mind.
After dancing on stage, I couldn’t find him again, but I knew he was there. It was more than a feeling. I was sure of it.Daddy.That’s what I had been calling my nameless stalker.
Was he a stalker?
Didn’t countless, faceless men regularly watch me at the club? Why was he different?You know why, a soft voice inside my head answered.
“He’s mine,” I whispered into the dark room. “Daddy,” I sighed, lying back and trying to get comfortable again. I took acouple of deep breaths, trying to steady my breathing and relax my body, before I stilled.
I breathed in again, and there it was.
That faint masculine scent I’d been smelling for the last couple of weeks. It was soft, barely there, but familiar. My exhausted sleep-deprived brain tried to catch and hold on to the scent to figure out where I’d smelled it, but as quickly as it arrived, it faded into nothing. No matter how many lungsful of air I took, I couldn’t make it out.
I sighed. I was too tingly and aware of my body. Sleep wouldn’t come unless I forced it. My eyes skated to my nightstand. I could take my battery-operated boyfriend out and get myself sleepy like that.He’d do it better, a little voice inside my head chimed in, and I knew she was right. Daddy would take care of me. Completely.
My hand drifted down and between my thighs as I thought about him, not surprised to find myself wet. Soaked, if I was honest. It had been a long time since I’d been this horny.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, reaching and taking out my dildo. I looked at the fake pink thing. It was hard and ready, veiny in a way I knew firsthand would feel good. I licked the tip, spitting on it to make sure it was wet, not that I needed it. Slipping it under the sheets, I started to tease my entrance. My eyes slightly heavy with sleep, my gaze drifted off to a chair in the corner of my room.
Cloaked in darkness, it was easy for my imagination to run wild. He’d be sitting there. Not in the black suit and black dress shirt he’d been wearing at the club but something more comfortable. Casual.
“Play, baby girl,” he’d order, his voice steady and confident. “Show daddy what you like.” I could almost make out the words in my mind’s ear in that same tone he’d said a few clipped words to me in the club.
I started to play, pushing the fake cock into my pussy, pushing it through my tight walls as I mewled. Like a purring kitten, I whimpered as I pushed a little more before pulling it away and then thrusting it in deep.
“Like that. Keep it nice and deep inside of there,” his voice rasped. I was dizzy with lust and the dirty fantasy playing out in my head. “Play with your clit while that toy is shoved deep inside your pussy. Play with that little button that makes you feel so fucking good, Jade,” he ordered.
Navy-blue sleep pants.
That’s what he would be wearing and nothing else. If I squinted hard enough, my imagination could draw out his bare feet against the hardwood floors under the chair he sat on as I played with myself.
“Daddy,” I moaned as my hips swiveled in bed and my fingers toyed with my clit, rubbing in tight furious little circles. I had no idea I could be this wet. This tight. This quickly.
“Good girl,” he grunted, and my brain filled with the sounds of his hand stroking his cock, the sounds of his flesh against his palm, so clearly it could have been really happening. “Such a good girl. Keep going. Be a good girl for daddy, Jade.”
“Oh god!” My attention moved away from the chair, and my eyes shut. He’d watch. He loved to watch me.
“Daddy,” I groaned, calling for him as I kicked off the sheets and fucked myself with the toy.
All too quickly, I came. Wetness gushed under me, and I reached higher and higher, knowing this was going to be unlike any other orgasm I’d ever experienced. My mind filled with the sight of him standing, tempted to get closer.
“Please, Daddy,” I purred and begged, hoping to coax him to do my bidding to get near enough to feel his heat, to smell his body and maybe figure out a way to talk him into touching me again.
“Come, baby girl. Come like a good girl for daddy, and he’ll give you his come.” His murmured promise did something to me. I wanted his seed marking my body. “Just like that, sweetness. Such a fucking good girl. You’re going to come, and daddy’s going to come and make you taste him while you lie on that sweet little wet spot under you.”
“Daddy!” I was so close.
“You squirted for daddy, didn’t you, you beautiful filthy girl?”
“Yes! I wanna… I think I’m going to squirt again.” Holy shit. I was right there. I’d never done this! Come this hard with this much wetness, but I knew I was about to do it again.
“Such a sweet filthy girl. Squirt and come again, Jade. Do it for daddy so he can give you a pretty, white necklace as a thank you for the hot little show you’re putting on. Come, Jade!” His voice almost echoed, the demand stern, the very thing I needed to tip me over the edge.
Another gush of wetness hit my hand, coating it and soaking into the sheet beneath me a split second before I soared. My body shook. My pussy milked the thick, long dildo in my pussy wishing it were him inside me as my clit spasmed and convulsed under the soft pads of my fingers. I panted as I slowly came down from the best orgasm I’d felt in my life to date. The dildo slipped out of me, and I haphazardly put in on top of my nightstand before sleep took me away, and my dreams were filled with nothing but a man in the corner who loved me more than life itself.
If I had been just a little more awake, a smidge more conscious, I would have noticed that the shadow sitting in the corner of my room wasn’t a figment of my imagination but the very man I had been fantasizing about.
I would have seen how he got up from his chair and quietly made his way to my side of the bed. I would have heard him pick up my toy and bring it up to his noise, breathing it inand groaning like he had just sniffed the world’s most expensive perfume before licking my juices off it, groaning like it was the most sinfully sweet dessert to ever touch his tongue.
