Downhill

8

He suggested that I clean up the kitchen while he did his morning workout. Since we were going to stay inside today, I need to plan some meals and think about what we could do to keep my mind off eventually having sex with him.

After cleaning and switching out some laundry, I went up to shower, ensuring I shaved well and smelled nice. I took the time to dry my dark tangle of long hair and added just a hint of makeup.

Once I was done I noticed he was still in the basement gym, so I made him his protein shake and filled a glass of water. Then I refilled my coffee and curled up on the sofa to watch a show.

About fifteen minutes later, I heard his heavy steps ascending the stairway and I looked up to see a very sweaty, half naked Jacob. I watched every movement as he ran a hand towel over his head and chest until he saw me staring.

"Hey there," he said with his wide smile. I noticed his beard was coming in and it made his smile even more vibrant.

"Hi. Um, I made you your protein and there is some water in the kitchen," I said as I tried to pull my gaze off him.

"Thank you," he said as he walked toward the kitchen. A moment later he came back in with the protein and began to walk toward the stairs to the second floor. "I'm going to hop in the shower. Would you care to watch a movie before lunch?"

"Yes, sir," I said, slipping back into how I referred to most men his age. When I saw him quirk a brow, I corrected myself. "I mean, yes, daddy. I'd like that."

This was so strange to me. To be honest, it had always been hard to think of him as Liz's dad and his age didn't mean anything to me. But there was something about him. Despite having those dad-like qualities and playful nature, he seemed almost larger than life.

Perhaps it was because he ran a company yet seemed at-ease. Or maybe it was a silent confidence that only seemed rattled when it came to his age. But no matter, he filled any room he entered with his presence. All eyes would track towards him. I had never seen anything like it.

And when he gave me his attention, it was like I was the most special thing in the universe. Like he was lifting me up as something to be seen and appreciated.

But it all felt strange. Like I didn't deserve to be in his spotlight or share his stage. That a man that could command a room would surely never want to command me.

The wait was excruciating as I stared through the television. I didn't even know what was happening on the screen. When I finally heard his softer footfalls on the steps, I straightened up and glanced toward the stairway.

Gosh, he cleaned up nicely. Like he came off the cover of J Crew's winter catalogue, cheerily taking the Christmas tree off the station wagon or some shit.

"I hope I didn't take too long. I had to take a quick business call and Liz called," he was walking toward the couch. "She said you aren't answering her calls. Is there something amiss?"

Ugh. I've been muting Liz since she left. Her last text said that the Belgian duo were staying at the apartment while I was away. I guess they both worked in finance and were able to do some of it remotely for a few weeks. But I didn't want to talk to her about it. I know I would tell Jacob too much.

The other part of me wanted to know all the deets about this love triangle. Oh, and if they were staying out of my room. Gross.

"No. Just wanted to disconnect a bit," I said, not really lying.

He sat down close to me and took the remote from my hand. Everything he did was so fluid, I almost didn't realize his arm draped my shoulders and his cologne filled my senses. I may need to buy the cologne just to I can spray it on my sheets.

"I hear that," he said, navigating to a streaming app on the TV. "Anything in particular you would like to see?"

"Not really. Uh so did Liz say anything?"

"I thought you were disconnecting," he teased as he perused the menu.

"True. So any good gossip?"

"No. She just wanted to make sure you weren't bored with me."

"Mm, I doubt that's possible," I said as I picked up my water glass and looked at the time.

"I can be boring," he replied.

I placed my glass down and turned to him. Staring at his profile I sighed and put on a fake pout. "Yes. I can see it. I mean, here you go and talk all about doing sexual acts," I said trailing my finger along his denim covered thigh. "And all you want to do it watch a movie."

"Are you flirting with me? Trying to be naughty?" He said turning toward me and chuckling. "You can't purposefully be bad so that you get punished, baby."

"What if I said you look like my dad and you are old? Would you punish me then?"

Jacob leaned toward me and his eyes made a quick decision, "No. But I would like an apology." His nose skimmed mine as his mouth came towards my ear. "I want to make some rules."

"S-sorry, daddy," I stuttered out. "What kinda r-rules?"

"To start," he brought his hand up to cup my cheek, his lips still near my ear. "No purposefully getting in trouble with daddy. The only punishment you would get from that is my displeasure and distrust."

"I... uh, okay."

"Good girl. Next, plan to sleep in my bed the remainder of the week. This is nonnegotiable. Understand?"

"Yes, daddy," I responded as his fingers lightly caressed down my cheek.

"And the last rule for now is that," he dropped his hand and both wrapped around my thighs to bring me over to straddle him. He pulled me flush to him. One hand laced his fingers in my hair, while the other press me close. His lips remained near my neck and ear. "I want you thinking about my cum at all times."

His finger flexed in my hair, giving it a slight pull. "Yes," I moaned.

"About how much you need it. How much pleasure it would give you to see, touch and taste it. The pleasure of pleasing someone who will own your body, mind and soul. Your desire for it will drive you to do everything I ask of you. No matter what it is. Do you truly understand, Charlotte?"

I sat there, my hands were trapped between us and my legs were squeezing his hips. My arousal was flooding my veins. I would have given him anything at the moment.

"Daddy," I panted. "I-I understand. I'm uh..."

"Are you thinking about it now, baby? Are you thinking of how badly you want to make me cum?"

I slid my hands up from between us, over his chest to his shoulders. I leaned toward his ear now.

"I'm thinking about how you are the most erotic thing I've every experienced. I'm thinking about how I want to submit to you like no other woman ever has or will. But mostly," I rocked my hips slightly over his muscular thighs. "Mostly I'm thinking about your cum. How I want to see it. Savor it in my mouth. I want to watch your face as you reach your climax and witness what such a beautiful, powerful man looks like when he is in the throes of ecstasy and losing control."