Syverson

Chapter Eighteen

Authors Note:

Some smutty activities.

Syverson

I knew something was wrong when Vix texted me to pick her up. I thought she was feeling sick. I knew something was real wrong as soon as I laid my eyes on her. She outwardly didn't look much different except for the slightly swollen red-rimmed eyes. She had been crying. I wanted to run to her, scoop her up and make it all better. But this was where she worked. I waited until she met me in the waiting area.

"Hey, Sweet Pea," I said to Vix and pulled her into a hug. She gripped my shirt with little fists and gave a short sob into my chest. I whispered to her, "it's alright, Kitten, it's alright. I'm here."

She breathed a few times deeply into my chest and looked up at me. "I'm ok. I'm just really glad to see you."

"Let's get you home, lil girl. We can talk about it there, ok?" Vix nodded. I gave her a little kiss on the nose.

On the drive home, Vix was real quiet. She looked out the window mostly. Sometimes she just laid her head back and closed her eyes. I wanted her to tell me what happened. I didn't know if she was sick or if it was something worse. The suspense was killing me. I drove faster than I usually would want to get her home to find out what happened.

When we got home, it was like a switch was flipped. Vix looked over at me and smiled her naughty smile. "Race you inside," she said and jumped out of the car, her little purse bouncing against her hip as she tried to run in that tight skirt of hers.

"Fuck." I ran after Vix. I reached her before she reached the door. I scooped her up in one arm and made the last few steps to the door. She giggled as I put her down, and she opened the door for us.

Vix stood in the entryway, facing me as I kicked the door closed. "I've missed you, Daddy," she purred as she started to undo the buttons of her cardigan.

I shook my head. She's giving me whiplash. One minute she's been crying, needing me to pick her up early, crying into my chest and quiet as a church mouse. Next minute she's playful, stripping, begging to be fucked. God damn, she looked good. I knew I should stop her and find out what happened first. Then her cardigan fell to the floor.

My thoughts flashed back to the first time I had been intimate with Vix. She had done the same thing then, hadn't she? Been upset about something and wanted sex. I couldn't give in this time, no matter how badly I wanted to. Not with all the shit going on with Rob. What if he had done something to her? Her skirt was falling to the floor, and she stood in that pink thong I had picked her, a matching bra and pink strappy heels. I could see her cherry tattoo. Fuck, it was hard to think when she looked like that.

Vix turned and bent at the hips to undo her pink heels. Her pretty round ass was in the air, and I could see the tiny strip of pink fabric that hid her sweet centre peek out between her legs above those pink bow tattoos on the back of her thighs. Like it always does, my cock screamed at me to take her, own her, dominate her, fuck her. I should stop her. I had to have her.

I closed the distance between us, pushing my hips into her, letting her feel my hard cock against her ass. Vix wriggled and pushed her ass against me as she stood up. She draped her arms behind her head to guide my head to her neck. I let her and kissed her neck. My tongue licked at her, tasting her. She let out a soft giggle as my beard ticked her. I brought my hand around to her throat and put the other on her hip.

"Why are you teasing your Daddy, lil girl?" I whispered in her ear. I felt her slacken into me, releasing her control, submitting to me. Fuck, she made me so hard when she did that. "Does my kitten want to be fucked?" I walked two fingers from her waist down her stomach, and she moaned as I kept walking them down over mound and cupping her sex.