His Sexual Demands [18+]

Two| Daddy

Third Person's POV

Cℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 Two
Daddy!

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STEPPING FORWARD DOMINIC PUSHED OPEN THE GLASS DOOR for Valentina. Allowing her to to step into the fancy restaurant, that her parents had picked out carefully, first. Smiling politely as she handed over her faux fur coat to the coat check attendant, she discreetly turned to look at Dominic, muttering a small 'thank you' at his mannerism.

She loved a gentleman.

Scanning the restaurant the young woman smirked to herself, appreciating the lingering eyes of the older males in the restaurant. She took the time to evaluate them all, picking out her next 'victim'.

As she glanced around, Valentina noticed her parents near the back of the table, looping one of her arms through Dominic's awaiting one as they made there way towards the pair.

"Stop looking at the men." The male discreetly muttered to her.

"Never." She retorted, a smirk on her face. Unlinking their arms as she rushed over to her mother.

"Hello, darling!" Her mother, Lucia, greeted happily and got up to give her only child a hug. A smile came across the young girl's face as she embraced her mother. Her parents had always been her biggest supporters.

"Mama, you look beautiful!" Valentina complimented, kissing her mothers rosy cheeks.

Releasing her grip on her mother, she went to the side of the table with two vacant chairs. "Why, thank you," Valentina told Dominic thankfully, when he pulled out her chair, allowing her to sit down, before pushing her in and taking the empty seat beside her.

"How are you? Didn't cause any trouble at home, right?" Her father gave her a pointed look, as he put his glasses on to scan through the menu.

"Of course not, daddy," Valentina replied proudly, a hint of mischief laced in her soft voice. Dominic slid her a small side glance knowingly, lightly chuckling lightly under his breath.

Her father released a hum, "Dominic, you can confirm for me. Was she well behaved as you escorted her here?"

Dominic grinned, "Nicholas, your daughter was a very good girl for me. As she always will be. She doesn't want to be punished."

Nicholas nodded satisfied. "Good girl, Valentina. I'm glad you treat Mr. Castor here with respect and obey him."

"I would certainly always obey him, father." The younger girl agreed, glancing to Dominic with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Conversation flowed around the table as their waiter came over to take their orders. Upon feeling a cold touch land high on her thigh, centimetres from her core. She jumped in her chair slightly from the sudden coldness upon her bare skin.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Her mother questioned curiously.

"Nothing, mother." She coughed out. "Just remembered that I may of left my straighteners on. Let's hope they don't burn down the house," she joked.

Daringly, she took Dominic's large hand, feeling the rings on his fingers as she moved it up further, closer to her wetness.

A sly smirk grew onto the latter's face at the younger woman's movement. Only for his smirk to grew as he watched her eyes widen when he squeezed her thigh, his fingers grazing her pussy.

This weren't uncommon in their relationship, they tended to tease one another a lot. They were both aware they couldn't ever form a relationship. Valentina's father would highly disapprove of the relationship, especially due to the large age-gap between the pair.

"Right. There is a reason why we arranged this dinner", Lucia began to speak, drawing in their attention. "Your father and I are going on a highly important business trip for a month."

"Yes?" The younger girl spoke confused. Her parents often went on long business trips, what was different this time. She jumped up as Dominic lifted her panties, slipping a finger under.

Noticing his daughter's confusion, Nicholas chose to continue on, "It's come to our attention you've been a lot more irresponsible lately...so we are going to have Dominic watch over you. He'll be staying in one of the guest bedrooms." He announced to his daughter.

"What! I don't need a babysitter, I'm nearly nineteen," Valentina complained with food in her mouth, attempting to subside the feeling of Dominic's finger fondling with her folds.

Lucia scoffed, "Valentina hunny, don't talk with your mouth full! It's highly impolite."

"Don't think of it as a babysitter, sweetie. You know Dominic. Just see it as some extra company, darling." Her father retaliated back to her.

"Daddy, please!" She whined, putting down her fork to give her father the 'innocent' look.

Dominic tensed up slightly at hearing 'daddy' and seeing her look innocent combine together. He had wished it was him she was calling that. The image came to his mind: he would have his long fingers wrapped securely around her neck, squeezing it roughly but loosely at the same time.

Handcuffs would be on each of her wrists, behind her back not allowing her to touch herself as he recklessly pounded in and out of her.
Her big doe eyes would be staring into his, he could almost hear it in his mind as he'll thrust harshly into her, her words begging it, "Daddy, harder please!"

Dominic wouldn't allow a single piece of clothing to be left on the girl as he pounded into her. He would be mesmerised by her breasts bouncing up and down, loud whines pouring from her lips.

Valentina's moans would be music to his ears, as he heard her grunts and whines for more, until he shut her up. Stuffing her lace panties into her mouth, blocking out all noises.

"No objections. It's happening, and we leave tonight." Was all Nicholas responded, before turning to talk to his wife.

Sighing, the young girl fell back in her chair closing her eyes in frustration. She couldn't comprehend why her parents were acting this way. They had gone on many trips and she never had one person stay with her.

Leaning towards her ear, Valentina eyes fluttered open again as she felt his warm breath hit the crook of her neck, his voice low and rough. He dipped a finger into her wetness, curling it before pulling it out, leaving her desperate for more.

"Looks like it's going to be just us alone, doll"

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