Uncompromising (Age Gap, gxg)

Chapter 2

Her voice was almost a purr, and I felt a heat spreading through my belly. I just stared at the girl called Zee for a minute, trying to decipher if she meant what I thought she meant. I mean, I'm married, and regardless of how many times Elliot had cheated on me, it didn't mean I would do the same. Would I? I'd certainly never done that back home. But I was in the middle of nowhere now, with a stunning young woman who I could be sharing a bed with. Who would know what might happen? It wasn't like we'd see each other again to discuss whatever happened between us.

But really? Did she really think that I'd call her daddy? Fuck. There was no chance of that! I popped the last of the burger in my mouth, chewing thoughtfully as I tried to decide if I should take the risk and have a one night stand with this woman. I couldn't deny that she was stunning, and the Spanish accent was something I'd love to hear calling my name. She'd taken the jacket off and I could see the black bra she was sporting through the white tee shirt that she was wearing that had been made transparent by the rain. I hadn't let Elliot touch me since the first time I'd discovered his cheating back when Gracie was still in my belly, so it had been a long time since I'd felt the touch of another person, and I couldn't deny the butterflies flooding my body at the thought of the gorgeous Zee being the person that would do that. The longer I took to answer though, the more the smirk on her face fell though.

Fuck it.

"Daddy, huh?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "Does that work with the pretty girls back home?"

She gave me a little shrug, and the smirk came back on with full force. "Usually, yeah. It's worked pretty well in the past."

I walked around the table, picking up a small French fry with my left hand as I did. I stepped right in front of her, as my eyes bored into hers. "And do I look like one of those girls to you?"

She shook her head quickly. "No! No, you don't."

Well, she got that right. I was the owner of a multimillion dollar consulting company and made sure we stayed profitable year after year. I'd raised two girls on my own and I kept hundreds of people employed even through COVID. I wasn't some young kid who could be swayed by some big talk. "That's right, I'm not." I reached up with my right hand, wrapping it around her throat, and squeezing gently. "Open up." I held the fry up in front of her mouth as her eyes widened in surprise. But her breathing was already quickened, and I knew she was mine. She opened her mouth, as her full lips framed the opening, and I slowly eased the fry in.

She moaned a little when I dropped the fry onto her tongue, and I looked back over at the table, scooping up some ketchup with my index finger as she ate the fry. I held that up next. "Need some ketchup with that?" Zee nodded quickly, not having to be told to open her mouth this time. I put my finger into her mouth and left it there. "Suck it off, baby." Her eyes were still trained on mine when her lips closed around my finger and she started to suck off the ketchup, her tongue swirled around the tip, letting me know that I'd need to find a better place for her to use that later.

"I'm not going to call you daddy tonight, Zee." I could see her slump at that, and I didn't want her to wallow in the rejection. "But if you're a good girl, I'll let you call me mommy instead."

"Mommy?" she asked softly, her lips still wrapped around my finger.

"That's right," I said huskily, leaning into her until she had to back up against the wall. I followed, pressing my full body against hers and getting a whimper from her. "Say it again, get used to it." I gave her throat another light squeeze, making her eyes flutter.

"Mommy," she moaned lightly, starting to suck on my finger again. She might have been a top back home, but not here, not with me. Tonight, I'd make sure that she knew who was going to be in charge. "Oh, mommy."