“Last night was incredible,” I say in a deep voice. “You were incredible, Mary Kate. I’ve never had a better nurse.”
The gorgeous brat smiles shyly.
“Oh good,” she breathes. “I hope my ministrations are helping with your testicular stones. They haven’t been bothering you, have they?”
This would be a good time to clear up the mess of lies I’ve created, but there are more important topics at hand.
“No, not at all. The stones are fine for now,” I say in a smooth voice. “But it’s something else. The sauna,” I rasp. “That position—when I had you upside-down on my shoulders—it got my tongue deeper in your pussy than I expected.” I watch her, let her squirm. “I tasted something. Something new.”
The mug pauses at her lips. “What do you mean?” she whispers.
I hold her gaze, let her stew in it, then say it: “Your innocence.”
She doesn’t understand at first, but then realization dawns and she flushes pink. The color rises from her throat, up to her cheeks, and for a second Mary Kate hides behind the coffee again. When she speaks, her voice is even smaller: “Yes, but how can you taste that?”
I set my mug down with a quiet click.
“Sweetheart, I want to be straight with you,” I say. “I’ve eaten a lot of pussy. I’m forty-five and I’ve been with a lot of women in my life, so I have a lot of experience. Not only that, but I’m a doctor. I know what a hymen feels like, even with my tongue. You’re still a virgin, and I licked your hymen last night. You’re a virgin.”
It’s not exactly a question, but the statement hangs in the air between us. The air itself seems to shudder.
Mary Kate looks down, takes a slow breath, and nods, flushing. “Yes. I mean, I’ve done things. With guys. But I was always too nervous, or…” She trails off, her fingers tightening around the mug. “No one’s ever been inside like that. Not all the way.”
The next words come out soft and terrified: “Is that bad? Is it weird? Are you angry, Kent? I know a lot of guys don’t want to be with a virgin, and I swear I didn’t plan it this way. It just happened. Or didn’t happen, I guess is more accurate.”
I look at the gorgeous girl, unbearably attracted to her, and tell myself to go slow. I move around the island, carefully, like I’m trying to avoid startling a wild animal. She doesn’t flinch when I step into her space, just looks up at me with those blue eyes, wide as the sky.
“I’m not angry at all,” I say, quiet and direct. “If anything, I’m pleased. It turns me on to know that you’ve never been with a man before.”
Mary Kate flushes and looks hopeful, blue eyes shining.
“Really?” she murmurs.
I nod.
“Yes. Good girls save their innocence for their daddies,” I rasp. I let that hang, see what the words do to her. “Now I have proof you’re a good girl who’s ready for Daddy to claim you.”
She blushes deeper, but doesn’t look away. If anything her pupils widen and she nods slightly, even as her big breasts heave with excitement.
I slide a plate of bacon in front of her, and her hands tremble just enough to make the mug rattle. The tension is electric. She’s aroused, I can see it in the way she keeps her knees pressed together, the way her breath fogs the lip of the mug.
I don’t touch her. I don’t have to.
We let the moment breathe: the toaster dings, a bird chirps outside. The sun is higher now, illuminating the dust motes floating above the marble. The smell of coffee is sharp, almost bitter. My cock aches against the inside of my sweatpants, but I keep my hands on the counter, white-knuckled, as I watch her take a bite of bacon, lips shining with the oil, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop.
She chews, then glances up. “So what happens now, Daddy?”
I lean in, arms caging her on either side. “Now you finish your coffee, and we go on with our day like everything’s normal. But mind you, sweetheart. Daddy’s going to claim you soon. Your innocence belongs to me.”
She nods, breathing hard, the tension ratcheting up. “So maybe later…?”
I let my eyes run over her, slow and deliberate. “Absolutely later,” I rasp, and step back, giving her space. The moment shivers between us, but then it’s broken when she smiles sweetly at me.
“I need to go shower, Daddy. I haven’t showered since last night in the sauna. I was so tired after massaging you, that I went straight to bed.”
I growl, my blue eyes piercing.
“It was the orgasm sweetheart. It knocked you out.”
