COME TO DADDY a one shot story by RHM

 COME TO DADDY

by: Robshandmonkey

WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING

THIS STORY IS NOT TYPICALLY THIS MONKEY'S TOPIC OF PERVERSE AND MAY NOT BE YOURS....

SO HERE IS THE 

WARNING

IT INVOLVES AN AGE PLAY SCENE WITH A MUCH 

OLDER  EDWARD ~ 45

&

YOUNG BELLA ~ 17

NOW WITH THAT  BEING SAID IF THIS TOPIC OFFENDS YOU THEN BY ALL MEANS....

THERE IS PLENTY OF EDWARD FLUFF OUT THERE TO ENJOY 

SO DO NOT PROCEED!

I DEDICATE THIS ONE SHOT TO ALL MY FELLOW hOORs THAT TOOK THE CHANCE TO DARE AND JOIN THE ROBSHANDMONKEY FANGROUP....EVERYONE IS WELCOME TO JOIN....YOU ALL GIVE ME AWESOME ADVICE AND I LOVE EVERYONE OF MY READERS FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.....TRULY!

I LOVE YOU ALL FOR UNDERSTANDING ALL THE DRAMA THAT HAS HAPPENED IN THE RECENT WEEKS OF MY LIFE BUT I WANT TO THANK YOU ALL

 MORE FOR THE PATIENCE YOU ALL HAVE WITH ME AND MY ERRATIC POSTING SCHEDULE....

TO THOSE WHO ALLOW ME TO BE ME AND DON'T JUDGE ME TOO HARSHLY WHEN YOU REALIZE YES....I AM REALLY LIKE THIS....

JUST FOR CLARIFICATION

THIS IS NOT A STORY THAT IS ABOUT BELLA FANTASIZING ABOUT HAVING SEX WITH HER FATHER....NOR IS EDWARD A PEDO....LETS GET THAT CLEAR NOW. SHE IS THE AGE OF CONSENT. 

 JUST SAYIN!!

 

Come to Daddy

by:

~Robshandmonkey~

"We need to find out exactly how much he is willing to spend. We cannot afford to lose this account. Do whatever it takes to seal this deal, I expect an update later tonight."

"Yeah, she landed about thirty minutes ago. I will be home earlier than usual."

"Yes, Conner is retrieving her. I don't do airports."

"Maybe another time Kate, tonight just isn't good for me...yeah...talk to you later."

Just as I push the button to release the line, Shelly knocks on my office door.

"Come in."

“Mr. Cullen, Miss Swan has arrived.”

I place the Denali file back into its folder, waiting now for her to enter my office. Shelly holds the door leading Isabella in my direction.

My eyes drop instantly down to the creamy flesh of her thighs. More flesh than I could have imagined. Her skin is a such a creamy complexion, but bordering on a pale alabaster skin tone that peeks out from underneath the shortest fucking black skirt I have ever seen on one so young. My eyes continue to fall down the length of  her very long legs that are adorned in a godforsaken pair of black suede over the knee boots.

A strong need to groan is surfacing deep in my chest. I should just let it out and let it slip past my lips to make her aware of my disapproval, but I do a very good job at hiding it for the moment.

Isabella Swan has just been handed over to me by child protective services for the state of California. She was a ward of the state and I am her newly appointed guardian for the next six to eight months.

That is when she is supposed to go off to college. Her father Charlie Swan who is my adoptie mother's brother, left his entire estate to her college fund after she graduates high school. 

I remember Isabella being somewhat of a tomboy when she was younger. I  thought it was because she was raised only by her father who was a cop of all things. She didn't have any other interaction with a mother/female figure other than my own step mother Esme.

I remember Charlie was a no nonsense type of guy, very down to earth and his relationship with his daughter was different. I never really remember him showing Isabella too much affection. It was almost as if he was detached from that part of him, but it was clear he loved her.

My mother Esme had told my father once, that she thought Charlie's need to appear like a strong man and in control of himself at all times, was because he was trying to show Isabella she could depend on him. 

He is what I would call a member of my distant family. He married some flaky woman who left them both behind, while she went off to explore the world when Isabella was still a baby. Her leaving them, left Charlie to raise Bella all on his own.

 My mother would step in and take care of her when Charlie allowed Bella to come and spend every summer on the ranch.

Esme ran the ranch she had been left by her father. It was for vacationers near Yosemite. It was only during the summer months though, because the weather any other time was too harsh.

Isabella was one of many members of the extended family that visited while my mom took care of her so that Charlie could go off to fish. It was at this time of year when I always spent two weeks visiting my mom, that my path would cross Isabella's at some point during the summer. 

Bella is an only child, and the first time I met her she was only a few years old. She was a quiet kid who pretty much kept to herself, never really standing out much.

However, as I look past Mrs. Cope, my mouth hangs open slightly in reaction to the girl that has just now waltzed into my office.

This is NOT the girl I saw the last time on the ranch more than five years ago. I remember distinctly she was flat as a board, and one hundred and ten percent tom boy. She obviously went through puberty because Isabella has a body with curves that my eyes can't stop following. Then she spoke and her words were flying at me so quickly as she seemed somewhat nervous but not. I couldn't read her very well and I was usually pretty good at it.

Bella however, through me for a loop. She was vibrant and alive and just damn beautiful.

"Wow...Mr. Cullen....I knew it..I told Rose that my memory wouldn't fail me, even after all the E we have tried! Damn...I was right....I knew how hot you were then but now!? Holy crow...who knew you could only grow fuck me sexier with age? I have to ask you a question...I  been dying to know...you were a Calvin Klein model when you were younger weren't you? Probably worked with the likes of Brooke Shields, in a pair of fuck hot tight jeans and nothing else?” she licks her lips and eyes me up as I stand here in front of her and move to make my way around my desk to greet her.

I don't even reply to that gibberish she just babbled because honestly I couldn't for the life of me tell you what she said. i was hung up on the girl in front of me. 

“Man if that is true and you modeled Calvin Klein undies, I may need to Google that shit and see it first hand!” she looks up at the ceiling wistfully. Then she slowly brings her big brown eyes back down to meet with my own. She shakes her head with a cheeky grin and winks at me.

I stand here flabbergasted by the girl/woman that she has become.

I try to regain my composure and not downright eye fuck her where she stands.

And why the fuck am I almost....aroused?

As hard as I try not to eye her up and down, I struggle to keep my eyes where they should be and not where they are dying to wander off to. 

“Isabella. You have definitely grown up.” I state letting my eyes do a once over because that is acceptable isn't it? 

She smiles and bats her lashes, moving towards me with a sexy sway from her rounded curvier hips.

Yes...I must say Charlie's little girl is growing up and I might add very nicely too.
  

Her eyes gaze into mine and for a brief moment something flashes deep within them. I get a hint of recognition in them.

I can not only see but sense something that is going on with her. Her eyes are the most expressive part of her and I make note to watch her closely, because I am certain that I caught a glimpse of a hint of pain that she is hiding behind the facade of this outgoing young lady she is projecting.

I know the story. To hide anything from me would be alot of work on her part. I know that pain all too well Miss Swan. You can't hide that shit from me.

I stand here in front of her and I can't seem to stop my actions. I am drawn to her. I allow my hand to reach out and I do something that is wrong on so many levels because she doesn't really know me this well, however, I just can't seem to help it though.

I touch her.

No.

I do more than touch. 

I do something far to intimate. I slowly brush the back of my hand along her cheek and my voice is low and filled with sorrow when I try to comfort the poor little girl I remember that I am sure still lingers deep down inside of her.

If I could reach out to her soul and give it a hug, I would. 

“You have his eyes.” I state in a low calm tone remembering the man that always had a twinkle in his eyes whenever I noticed him looking at his beautiful daughter. I envied her for the love he had carried for her. In his eyes she could do no wrong. I am sure he would be so fucking proud of her, minus the rather provocative outfit she is wearing. I will have to get to the bottom of that and save that for another time.

I watch her expression soften at first by my touch, and I want to kick myself for saying something so fucking stupid to her, now of all times. Her eyes flutter, while her expression softens even more, and she startles me when she leans into my touch as if she hasn't been touched in a while. My heart cracks a little bit more.

My hand tingles when it makes a connection to such soft pale skin and I sigh. 

Her eyes close and then open, and in the blink of an eye, I watch them harden as she suddenly snaps out of her moment of grief.

She shifts her posture taking a step back. Her expression hardens slightly and it is almost as if she becomes someone else again. I am sure she is hiding behind this alter ego she has created. She needed to create someone that came off as more strong and fierce.

She may try to hide behind her own feelings but I do know for a fact now, that she is without a doubt Charlie's offspring. Their similarity in portraying someone who is not affected by things around them is distinctly a Swan trait, no one can deny.

I gain my bearings after the shock of seeing Charlie's daughter looking so hot and nod in my secretaries direction dismissing her quickly.

“Thank you Shelly, close the door behind you please.”

I now stand mere inches from her as she tilts her head, then saunters around me. She has a way about her, and she makes herself at home in my office, when she plops down in my chair spinning it around, coming to a sudden halt when she faces me.

I literally watch her eye lids drop with a look of want the farther they scan down my body, before they finally look back up at me again.

“Definitely grade A beef!” she taps her lip and tilts her head to the side as if she is thinking deeply about something.

I feel the need to comfort her even still. “Isabella, I am sorry about Charlie. I know it has to be hard. I understand and sympathize because I too lost my parents at a much younger age. It is why I was later adopted by Esme.”

She waves me off, sits back and pushes back from the desk, crosses her legs turning to the side.It seems as if she is blatantly flirting with me and my eyes fall to the flesh of her thighs. I love and hate what she is wearing. 

“No worries. It's the risk he took when he chose the line of work he did. I knew that growing up.” she shrugs acting unaffected. “At least if I have to become a burden on someone it is the holy hotness that is you. Who would have thought that out of all the fucked up members of this family, sexy Mr. Cullen may be my new guardian.”

“Isabella, we are the only two family members left. Granted we are not blood related, we are connected by blood, so that makes me responsible for you. I do not consider you a burden." I hiss angry by her disrespect.

“Blood.” she murmurs as she stands. She looks down and brushes the front of her shirt down, walks over to the window of my office that overlooks the West Los Angeles area with  her back to me.

I watch her in the reflection of the window and know she is frowning but it switches when her brow furrows quickly after a moment. 

“So what are you saying?” she turns and glares at me, her fists tightly clenched.

“Nothing.” I mutter realizing that came out a little harsher than I intended it to.

“Yeah right whatever...Edward did you ever think before all this went down that we weren't these horrible despicable people that we had become? We are the only ones that were too selfish to care or bother to even show up. And putting your looks aside, I  am glad that you are just as fucked up as I am.  eh Edward?”

“Isabella your language is atrocious.” I scold.

She turns to quirk a brow up, then moves towards me seductively and her hand reaches out to stroke the design of my tie.

“I bet you would like to hear me whisper the word 'fuck' in your ear.” she flirts shamelessly.

“Wow, you certainly have become quite the little hellion not to mention a brat!” I snap.

“Eww...does that mean you will punish me? Shall I pull down my panties so that you can bend me over your knee?”

I stand here gaping at her. She renders me utterly speechless before she goes on. 

“Okay Mr. Cullen...this is the deal I am pretty easy to get along with. I do what I want, I answer to no one and when I am eighteen, I will simply remove myself from your life as if I never existed.” she sneers.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I yell.

Damn she is a brat!

“I know you don't want to be the one that has to take care of me...I get it. I am an unexpected burden. I swear I didn't tell the agency that I had family left. They found you of their own doing. I didn't get much of a choice either so just let me finish my last year of school and you won't know I am around, because really why would you even want me around?”

I can hear my heart literally crack. Whatever in the hell is she talking about? Why would I not want her around....oh....Jesus, she must think that I blame her and as utterly ridiculous as that sounds to me, I am certain now, to her it makes perfect sense! I have to make her understand!

Isabella and I were the only ones that did not show up to our family reunion that was held down in Florida only six months ago. Over the course of the last few months I hadn't even known that she wasn't there until a social worker called me up to inquire about my relation to her.

My memory of that time in our life is sort of hazy but I remember what the media had dubbed that day in the headlines. It was in big black bold letters across the front page. Massacre of the Swan-Cullen family and one mans Ultimate Revenge!

We both lost everything we knew and loved that day, and there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about how I was supposed to be there too. We both were and our own selfish nature is what saved us both from certain death. We are fucked up, but if Isabella is right about anything...its about the fact she just stated, that I too was fucked up. I wonder if my own guilt is this obvious as the guilt pours off her.

Charlie was a cop. He was working undercover for a drug ring and he had taken down the wrong man. Our family reunion was the perfect place to exact revenge on the cop that had become public enemy number one in his book. Charlie worked for years to take down and ruin one of the biggest crime families in the Miami area.

The Volturi Family.

To Caius, it was the only family he had and he didn't take the loss of them well when they were all convicted and sentenced to life in prison without any possibility of parole. 

Caius Volturi had sought out and achieved a revenge of epic proportions on Charlie Swan's family.

We all suffered because of what Charlie had done to him years ago, but not once would I of ever blamed him for what happened. He had no control over it. I had to make her see this.

We lost every member of our family that day in the massacre. My adoptive mother was in the middle of the war zone and was gunned down like everyone that day. Not even the little ones were exempt.

Now here she stands, his daughter who has been handed to me as her newly appointed guardian and I know nothing of how to raise a teenager, especially one that is harboring such feelings.

Our generations are vastly different. I am a lot older than Isabella, having just celebrated my forty-fifth birthday if you could call staying at home alone celebrating.

I saw Bella last on her thirteenth birthday. It was the last year she had spent on the ranch. Now at seventeen, her body is that of twenty something year old. She is curvy, with a long thick mane of mahogany hair that reminded me of a hot cup of cocoa on a rainy day.

Her skin is still pale and fucking flawless, but I didn't mistake the clothes in which she is wearing.

A few words came to mind.

Dark.

Devious.

Beautiful little tease.

A gothic Lolita.

But the one that seems to keep popping out in my fucked up mind is...

Daddy's little girl.

I never married, therefore i never had children. I rarely dated finding women to be somewhat annoying once they became too clingy. I didn't find that appealing because an older woman I was dating always seem to prove me right. I found them unexciting.

Standing here looking at Bella a memory flashes in my mind.

I was on a business trip and Marcus a friend that I grew up with, insisted that I stay with him while I was in town. It beat paying for a motel and on this one night I had come back earlier than expected. I then witnessed something that i wasn't meant to see.

I walked into the kitchen and Tanya was dressed in the strangest outfit with Marcus standing behind her.

"Put your hands on the table young lady." I just stare in disbelief.

"Tanya do not hesitate. You were a bad little girl and you need to be punished. You know better than to touch yourself."

I stepped backwards to leave without being noticed, but my long legs, bumped into a table and knocked over the vase that was placed there. 

It was the most awkward moment of my life when they both turned in my direction.

"I uh...am so sorry. I didn't realize that...uh."

"Edward. Oh my God what you must think!" Tanya stood up and pushed her skirt down over her ass.

After a long talk with Marcus I learned everything as he confided in me. Marcus was married to a woman the same age as he was. However, he revealed a very dirty secret they had not told many people.
I was surprised to learn she was his step father from his previous marriage. Then he made a decision to leave his wife for her when he began to develop an interest in what he dubbed the forbidden fruit.

They have been together ever since he left his first wife. Granted, his ex-wife's relationship with her daughter now is strained, because she lost the man to the much younger, sexier version of herself.
No one could deny that Marcus was extremely happy with the love of his life now, and he and Tanya relaxed considerably around me once they explained to me why it was that she called him Daddy.

I would have never admitted to it....but, I got so fucking hard at the thought of it, and it crossed my mind many times since.  

I envied Marcus as he often referred to Tanya as his dirty little plaything once the cat was out of the bag and as the week progressed, Marcus and Tanya had become more comfortable with the fact of me knowing about their relationship. They no longer had to postpone their activities due to my presenc and the life they lived behind closed doors. 

One evening, Marcus dared to show me Tanya's “playroom” as he called it.

Once they realized I wasn't going to be disgusted by their sexual perversions, they were even more open in front of me.

Marcus and I grew up together so we have been friends our whole lives and I wasn't the kind of guy that went around throwing stones at any houses be them glass or not.

Marcus led me down the corridor and unlocked a double door that opened up into the most unusual room I had ever seen.

“I like to call it her 'playroom'. ” he stated using air quotes when he revealed its name.

I chuckled walking in with my hands in my pocket so as not to touch anything. As I strolled through her room I noticed on more than one occasion he had locations to restrain her.

“So what are the shackles for?” I quirk my brow up at him. “I thought this wasn't a bdsm relationship.” I state.

“Hey man I am not one to beat a woman...but that don't mean I don't want to tie her down and fuck the ever loving shit out her and restraining her holds her down for me while I play hands free!” He grins.

“Where the hell do you find this shit?” I nod towards the adult sized pacifiers.

“Babies R us.” he shrugs.

“No way!” I stare at him wide eyed.

He chuckles.

“Nah man I am just fucking with ya. There is an entire fetish community that does this shit. Tanya just likes a pacifier to satisfy her need to suck when I am not around, but trust me man we DON'T play the role of infant as I am not into changing diapers. So not an option. Some go balls out with cribs and the works. I just give into her little girl needs as well as my own.”he grins. 

"What are your little girl needs?" I snort. 

"Come to Daddy." he waves me over to a closet and I follow him in. 

When he flips on the light I am surprised by the size of a god damn closet. 

"Dude...ever fantasize of fucking Cinderella?" 

I burst out laughing. 

"What the fuck is so funny?" he looks offended.

"Sorry man, but actually no...maybe Princess Leah?" I grin. 

"Got it!" He walks over to a wall of hanging outfits and pulls out one and I recognize the gold costume.

 "I dress her according to the mood. Lolita, schoolgirl, little girl. It all depends."

I nod. "I have to admit...it is somewhat interesting. Definitely different and something I never would have thought."

"Oh man it's far more than interesting. Try it sometime. I could send you to the club I became a member of to find Tanya playdates with other girls. I am sure  you could find one of your very own." he smirks. 

"Nah man..I need to think about this a little more...but,.maybe next time." 

This surprised me and over the last couple of years since staying with them, the mere thought now was something that seems as though I must be yearning for.

Is this what I want?

Someone to take care of?

Someone to be totally dependent on me, for me to provide for her?

I imagine dressing her up to my preferences. T place rules for her?

Did I want a girl I could call mine?


One I could call Daddy's little girl?

Now, here I stand in front of a seventeen year old girl who I am now in charge of,the memory of that night overhearing Tanya throw a tantrum in their bedroom, then to hear him punishing her, was without a doubt replaying in my head.

I envision this scene with new characters and turn to the girl that is wearing a dress so tight and thigh highs that are a deep contrast next to her pale skin and I imagine her bent over my knee.

I am certain that trying to successfully guide Isabella at this time in her life is going to make my life a living hell  because I know I cannot cross this line now. But when she turns eighteen, that wont be the case any more. 


6 months later.......

The first few months we barely interacted, having a few confrontations due to the fact that Bella liked to sneak out, drink, pop ecstasy on occasion, and our biggest war was on her repeated attempts to wear very little when she got ready for school in the morning.

I didn't mind what she wore around the house, but if she was going out where other boys could ogle her, well let's just say I didn't allow it, putting my foot down. Our arguments turned more into compromises.

Our relationship grew closer but very slowly. Knowing that I was coming home from the office to her, that I found to be the most peaceful feeling in all the world. I worried when the day came for her to go to college, I would be alone again but worse, I would not have her in my everyday life and that thought got to me.

I had had a rather stressful day and when I came home from work, I was surprised to find that Bella had cooked dinner and was waiting for me. Usually I found her in her room listening to music or she would come waltzing in right on the strike of curfew.

Tonight, Bella was acting different, and I couldn't tell what was up.

We ate together, as she tells me about her day. I stretch my neck and wince because of the kink I had in it from sleeping wrong on it last night.

"What's wrong?"

"I slept on my neck wrong. It's been killing me all day." I mumble pushing food around on my plate.

She stood up and took her plate to the sink. "I got some great massage lotion that works great on sore muscles." I hand her my plate when she comes back for mine and I look up at her curious.

"Go lay down on your bed and I will be in in a moment to put some on your neck." she says as if it is no big deal.

My cock however felt it was a very, very, big deal. I tried to calm my nerves but I did as she asked.

This is innocent and I shouldn't be thinking anything else.

I pulled my tie off, unfastened my shirt removing it as well to lay it out on the chair before I climb on my bed, laying flat on my stomach.

I slowly come out of a sexy dream realizing I had fallen asleep, when I feel warm thighs and an even warmer center pressing on my lower back. I slowly lift my head looking over my shoulder.

To see her  straddled over me like she is about to ride me is probably the worst thing I could imagine. Thankfully I am face down and she cannot see the affect she is having on my cock.

"Hey." I take in the fact that she has changed into something more comfortable, now wearing a pair of barely there grey shorts, with a grey and white striped tight little tank top, that only covers her breasts and part of her midriff.. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail high on top of her head. I groan out not holding back.

She giggles, then I feel the iciest coldest sensation and hunch my shoulders shocked as I cry out. "Jesus Bella that shit is fucking cold!"

She laughs. "Oh shut up you big baby...I thought I was the little girl and  you were the one to take care of me!" she teases.

Her fingers press into the knot, as she begins to work it out. I groan in both pleasure and pain.

I swear to God I can feel the heat from between her legs on my back and I would swear that Bella is getting wet while she is straddled over me.

When she is done she leans forward and presses her lips to my ear and murmurs, "There ya go Daddy....time for bed." and she climbs off me and practically skips out of my room leaving me lying here now in even more pain than ever. My cock is so hard its pressed into the bed and damn...I work..

I was as hard as a fucking granite rock and had to jerk off that night in the shower and the whole time I replayed in my mind the way she had referred to me as Daddy.

I didn't know what to think.

The next night, I came home late to find her really on edge and touchy. That was the night I discovered her behavior was because she had taken ecstasy. She had never acted so clingy and she felt the need to touch me constantly. I admit that I enjoyed the way she snuggled into me when we watched a movie together on the couch, but I knew something strange was going on. I grounded her  after that for two weeks and I don't even know if that is a reasonable amount of time but what else could I do?

That Friday, I was sitting in my home office looking over blue prints for a client. Suddenly my door flies open and Isabella comes sulking in, not even bothering to knock.

Without even so much as acknowledging her presence by looking up, I scold her swiftly for her disrespect and failing to knock. “One of these days Isabella you are going to walk in and find something you may not want to see.” My voice is stern and I give her a warning as I look up at her now.

She scrunches her nose up and flashes me a sexy smile. "One of these days...I am hoping to do just that." she giggles.

I shake my head at her, my eyes cannot help but wander up and down every perfect curve of her

body and I wonder how beautiful she has to be naked. I shake my head not understanding why I cannot stop myself from envisioning this.

Is it wrong?

Now, I lay here in bed thinking about her and what keeps playing out in my head. Isabella is seventeen. She is nearing eighteen and the way she is flirting with me makes me believe that she may be thinking about me that way too. At least I think she does, but how do I find out for sure?

I thought about her all that night, and into the next afternoon. Then I decide to make a call to Marcus for some advice. As soon as I had a free moment I dial his number.

"Marcus...it's Edward."

"Hey Edward whats up man?"

"Good man...good...so how are things going? and how is Tanya?"

"Great, great actually. She is at school right now, should be home in about a half an hour."

"School?"

"Yeah," he chuckles. "I love the whole fact that she is in school." he laughs louder. "So I had her sign up for some adult classes." 

"Marcus can I ask you a couple questions about your relationship with her?"

"Sure man."

"Minus the fact that she is far younger than you, do you ever feel that what you guys have done is wrong?"

"Uh...No. Why would it be wrong?"

"Well it sort of seems like really fucking kinky."

He laughs.

"Edward man, it is kinky...but if you are taking it to mean that she calls me Daddy because she wants me to be her real father, you are reading this wrong. At least for us anyway. I mean there are some out there that do age play to rekindle feelings from childhood. Then there is that whole diaper fetish shit which I aint into...but our relationship is not the same. She is actually younger and I am actually older so it sort of works differently. Usually one person acts a much different age than the other. That isn't how it works for us. She doesn't imagine that I am her biological father going down on her. She knows its me the one that takes care of her and protects her. Makes decisions for her."

"No, you were her stepfather though."

"Yeah and that is a little different than an average age play couple, but the whole dynamic of it is that I need to take care of her like a father would and she needs someone to take that control. It works for us. Age play is great!" 

"Age play?"

"Yeah..it has a name Edward, so let me ask you, are you attracted to a younger lady?"

I clear my throat.

"You can trust me man. I ain't going to say shit to a soul."

"Her name is Isabella. She ah....well she sort of lives with me."

"And how old is this Isabella?"

I clear my throat again and I can hear him laugh quietly.

"S...s....seventeen." I finally spit out.

"Fuck me sideways are you shitting me?  Damn I bet she has a hot little body too! And you have the nerve to call me kinky motherfucker?" he laughs.

I smirk.

"Man....Marcus she is just beautiful and perfect and there isn't a thing about her that I don't love."

"Whoa...did you just say love?"

"Nah man that's not what I mean."

"So first question have you fucked her?"

"No! no....I hell...I mean she doesn't even know that I am into her like that."

"So since when did you need a roommate? I thought you were always secure financially."

"Oh, well...I am sort of her appointed guardian."

"What?"

"Isabella is related to Esme...you remember Chief Swan? Well, she is his daughter."

"Oh fuck Edward...so...are you telling me she and you are related AND her fucking father is a cop? ARE YOU INSANE?"

"No! I mean by marriage only we are not blood related. I am fucking adopted man and she is my adoptive moms niece. Trust me...no relation." I explain.

"Dude now me seducing Tanya was fucking kinky, you fucker are downright even more so." he snorts out laughing. "Not to mention you have a death wish...I mean a cops daughter...so wait why the fuck did she stop living with the chief?" He asks.

I didn't want to go there. I didn't tell very many people what had happened to our family down in Florida. I had kept quiet about my losses not wanting to have people look at me that way.

I never liked it as kid when people looked at me with pity in their eyes, and even more so now that I am older. I don't think I am far off the mark, Isabella probably feels the same way about this. Over time, I had started to see how much alike we are, minus the generation gap.
The story was all over the news in Florida but it didn't go beyond that, because apparently there were other undercover officers on that case that still needed to keep their anonymity. I was fine with that, not wanting to be anyone's fucking headline. 

"Long story." I mutter. "Some other time?" I ask.

"So what are you asking me Edward, if what you are feeling for this girl is wrong?"

"I suppose yeah." I shrug even though he can't see me.

"Edward I will only say this once, so long as you and she are okay with it....that's all that fucking matters. Fuck the world and everyone in it. I don't give a rats ass what motherfucking righteous son of a bitch thinks is morally right or wrong about our relationship. It's between me and her and my cock. Fuck those motherfuckers that don't have the balls to say that they wouldn't love having a younger piece of ass refer to them as Daddy. That shit gets me hot every time and no one is going to change that!"

He pauses and then says, "Edward...she gives me total control. I control every aspect of our life and that is why I do it. I love taking care of her, being the one that makes decisions, sets the rules, and I discipline her when she breaks one. I am not saying I am a Dominant because I don't want to beat her to a heightened state, I want to coddle her. Love her, take care of her and keep her safe and if that is what you want to do for Isabella...no one can tell you that you can't but Isabella herself. Does she seem receptive to any advances you have tried on her?"

"I haven't tried, but she has on more than one occasion...constantly actually."

"Then what the fuck are you doing waiting?"

"I was going to wait till she was eighteen then ask her out."

He laughs.

"Edward...do me a favor man...tap that before she turns eighteen. I assure you man...she is at least at the age of consent, and if you wait too long, you may very well regret that. What if some one else comes along before then. Don't let her get away. She is like a rare coin man...she would be even more rare if she were a fucking virgin. Hell that just got me hard thinking about it. I hope you don't have a fucking coronary fucking her but I admit  that is one hell of a way to go."

I laugh and then trail off thinking about what he just said.

"She isn't eighteen man."

"Age of consent where you are is seventeen...she is fucking legal so what the fuck are you waiting for? Hell she couldn't be any more perfect for the picking and damn it Edward how have you resisted her advances? I would have surely lost that fight the first night!"

"It's not without difficulty." I hiss and groan.

"So to satisfy my own curiosity...is she a virgin?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know that shit...but i very highly doubt it! She is sort of a hellion. We have had our disagreements on things."

"Like?"

"Like sneaking out, I caught her high on Ecstasy, and her choice of attire I definitely don't approve of."

"Your shitting me right? You disapprove of her attire?" he laughs.

Fucker.

"Fuck Marcus she is in high school for crying out loud. You remember what that was like don't you? Boys are nothing but sex fiends at that age."

"Yeah...okay good point."

"Exactly...I can imagine the thoughts that run through some of those guys heads when she comes waltzing in with a pair of boots up to her mid thigh and a pair of cut off shorts that are too fucking short. Hell they are so short they are just shy of showing her ass cheeks. I don't like it."

"Oh man, you are hopeless Edward. You got it bad for this girl."

"Shut the hell up."

"I gotta go anyway. Tanya just pulled up. It's our time, we have a standing appointment at 3:30. I have never been late."

"An appointment, uh...okay." I snort.

"Yeah...trust me, wait till you find out how hot she is when she walks in from school with a bad report card." he laughs.

I shake my head. "Thanks man."

"No problem, and anytime you want to have a play date, I would be happy to have Tanya available."

"Okay." I say warily.

"I will explain it to you next time." he laughs hanging up.

I sat back and thought a lot about what he said. Then I decided to look up the word age play.
It makes sense now what he meant about the whole trying to be a different age. This wasn't the case as far as we were concerned.

That night when I got home, Bella was out with her friends and she left a note on the table.


Don't wait up for me and don't worry Daddy....
Went to the game and dance afterwards.
Bella ~ 

I read that word over and over. For some odd reason, I just knew. She wants this too. How could I deny this? I didn't hesitate to get in the car and drive out to Hollywood. After stopping at several stores along Hollywood Boulevard I had bought far more than I should have. i could barely get it all in my car. When I return home she still has another hour left. before I expect her back before curfew.

I went into one of my many guest rooms picking the white one since it seemed to lean more towards a feminie stye.  one that was the most girly. I deposited all the items I had purchased in the room and locked the door behind me. I just know I have to make sure I don't freak her the fuck out first before I introduce her to this idea. 

The following morning Isabella had slept in late. I had spent the whole evening after she had arrived home and went to bed in the spare room preparing it. I wanted to go in and wake her, but I always made sure to steer clear of her room unless absolutely necessary before today. Today I just wanted to go in and ask her to talk to me.

I found myself back in my office to resume working. Then I alternated between both, pacing around the house for over an hour this morning. I was now running on less than an hours sleep, but I was so keyed up I just couldn't sleep if I tried.

I don't know whether to yell at her for just barging in again, when I had told her to knock, or hug her for finally waking up and seeking me out.

"Damn it Isabella what have I....." I stop as my eyes move from my work up to see her standing in front of me.

Instant erection.

Just add Isabella in a sheer white teddy with pink trim and bows. Not to mention the fact that her hair is styled in a different way. I fight back another need to let out a loud groan.

Seriously?

Pink fucking bows?

I swear to God I am fucking certain that she does this shit intentionally to fuck with me.

I narrow my eyes at her and finish what I started to say.

"I swear to God I am going to start locking doors in this house." I bark.

She stands here looking confused before she just shrugs and clasps her hands behind her back.
She then looks down and pouts out her bottom lip.

Motherfuck.

Kill.

Me.

Now!

"What do you want?" I snap and then quickly wonder why it is that I am being such an ass?

"I thought I should let you know that I lost my keys to the house last night."

"How did that happen?"

"Well, lets see." she plops down on the chair in front of my desk and pulls her legs up wrapping her arms around them.

"The only thing I have come to the conclusion is that they jumped out of my pocket. I guess I must of mistreated them." she grins playfully and it is now that I can see just how young she really is compared to an old man like me.

I shake my head and chuckle.

"Damn it...knock the cute shit off." I demand but state it in a playful tone.

She grins.

"So you think I am cute?"

I roll my eyes at her.

"Vain much?" I tease.

"Oh come on admit it!" she stands up and turns slowly. "You know this looks good." she feigns adjusting her tits. I chuckle.

I suggest we do something special for our upcoming birthday since I knew we shared one. However, I wasn't so sure she would remember that.

Now like I said, I am pretty fucking sure I haven't misinterpreted that Isabella flirts with me on a daily basis while I do everything I can to maintain control and fight the primal urges from deep within me that just want to have her.

Despite the fact that this girl drives me absolutely insane mentally what she does to me physically is almost cruel for any one male to endure considering the mere fact of just how  aroused  I can get!

 In taking note of her actions and reactions, the note, and how she seems to act sometimes, I dare to make a decision. I don't need any more confirmation that I can get from assumptions. I can now see the pattern. She repeats what she thinks get's to me. She is very good at her very adult game of tease the old man.

She is sending the signals and I am ready to receive whatever she is willing to give me. I just need to let her know it. 

Today is the day. I knew neither of us would have a chance at fighting against whatever it is that had been building and building up between us. I can feel the tension in the air every fucking time I am near her and it's not just from me!

I caught her just staring at me a couple of times while I continued to work and she blushed when I looked in her direction. She had not turned a page for the better part of an hour still in her nighty while she read one of the classic novels she pulled off one of my shelves in my office not leaving me alone.

We had been arguing about her birthday. I wanted to celebrate it but she didn't.

She began to act like a complete brat, arguing as to why she had to be forced to celebrate her birthday. Then she suggested we do it at home. I disagreed and shut down the discussion once and for all making her do what I wanted. I felt empowered.

The moment she muttered something that I was certain she didn't intend to say out loud, there was no way in hell she could take it back.

And fuck me sideways...but I wouldn't want her to.

“All I want for my birthday, is to be alone with you Daddy.”

I finished that blunder with a rather perverse thought of my own imagining the words coming out of her mouth in my own head.

I Promise to be a good girl and I want you to play with me.

I swallow thickly watching her mouth form an O when she realizes she had in fact said that out loud. I feel something in the air shift and all bets are off when my eyes watch her stand up slowly and she walks around my desk. I let my chair roll back and her approach has me mesmerized when she turns facing me and hops up and sits directly in front of me on my god damn desk, her ass on my drawings. My eyes fall to the one place they should not be and I curse at the fact that her nighty is so fucking short but not short enough because it blocks the view to her pussy.

Her knees part slightly as she swings her legs and I can't help but let my eyes fall down to them. I look up to see her sucking on the tip of her finger looking at me under her lashes,and an unmistakable look of pure lust burning in her eyes.

Her eyes are locked on me and I continue to stare at her in disbelief.

"Fuck." I take a deep breath and I smirk to myself.

“You like that don't you?” her sweet voice is low, sultry as she outright accuses me of being turned on by what she has just said.

I can feel my heart thump harder reacting to her coquettish behavior. 

“What?” I quirk my brow up at her flashing her an all knowing half crooked smile feigning ignorance.

I can play this game too. 

“That look in your eye when I said that. When I called you...” she trails off, not saying it again and I want to scowl at her for not allowing me to hear it one more time.

Now I know she is down right fucking teasing me the little vixen.

She slides her ass to the edge of the desk, puts her feet up on each one of my knees and she forces my legs to part barely. I suck in a breath when she leans back on her hands resting them on my desk. I can see the perfect outline of her nipples through the nighty, and fuck me sideways they are rock fucking hard.

I clench my jaw shut to keep from opening it and saying something out of line, not to mention the fact that it does nothing to curb my need to kiss the shit out of her.

She starts to cross lines when she suddenly leans forward, her hair falls like a chocolate waterfall over her shoulders and I watch her warily, wondering what she is up to.

She slowly pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, and I can't seem to take my eyes off her luscious lips. I want to suck on it now too damn it.

More than anything though,  I desperately want to let my eyes fall down to what is between her legs to see what she is wearing under this sheer teddy. It looks like its tiny, but I don't dare take my eyes off her when she is so fucking close to me.

The tension around us is building and I take a much needed deep breath.

"Kiss me." she whispers.

I swallow hard trying with everything I have in me to retain control of myself.

"I know you want to. I want you to so if your waiting for my permission then you have it. Kiss me Edward."

"Isabella." I don't even recognize my own voice when I speak to her. "Why do you want this?" I question her further. "I need to know why it is you are doing this, because if you think that I am doing something that I shouldn't be, or that you feel obligated then please...I want no misunderstandings."

Her head tilts slightly, she studies me and all I can do is just stare at her but my breathing is growing heavier, the closer she gets to me.

Fuck she is beautiful.

“I bet I can make you beg.” and the most devious of grins graces her beautiful face.

I cannot believe she said that, and I wrap my hands around her ankles and brush my thumb along the inside of her tiny feet in small circles. God she is so fucking soft. Her skin is so soft and supple.

I look her directly in the eye and ask, "Are you sure you want this little girl?  I need to make sure there is no misunderstandings here, so you are going to have to say whatever it is you want from me.”

My hands move slowly up her calves and to the back of her knees as I massage them softly. She moans out a little and it nearly has me ready to flip her over, tear down her panties, bend her over my desk, and take her from behind right here!

I stand up and her feet fall down to my sides as I move in pressing myself closer to her. I slide my hands up the length of her outer thighs, and grip them with my thumbs to the inside of her legs.

She juts her lip out and I see nothing but pure sin and temptation right here in front of me.

“I need you to tell me little girl.”

Most of her hair is down but a small part of the crown of her head has a small section of hair that stands up in two pony tails on the top of her head.

I have never seen her look more innocent and sexy at the same time.

Her eyes drop down to my hands rubbing on her flesh and she smirks.

"I don't know what it is exactly you want me to say...I mean do I have to say it?"

“Isabella.” I growl in warning. 

“Hmm?”she whimpers moving in closer as if she is going to kiss me.Her lips are so close they brush over my chin.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I demand getting a little angry for her toying with me like this, when she has not answered any of my questions.

I mean if this is just a joke to her, then I don't find any of it funny.

I mean fuck who is seducing who here? 

Her lips are now pressed up next to my right ear and she murmurs, “Do you want me to admit that I am trying to seduce you Daddy? More importantly...is it working?” she whispers and its the sexiest tone of voice she has used yet. My cock is so hard I would swear it is solid steel as every drop of blood in my body has gone south now.

"Oh Isabella, you need to understand that if we do this, my sweet little girl, I want it played out to perfection. If you do a good enough job, I promise to reward my baby girl. So why don't we start with the way you say Daddy?"

I push her legs open wider and brush my finger along the outline along the leg of her panties, I let it slip up under the hem and can feel a smooth skin, but she is not completely smooth. I need to remedy that first and foremost.

I lean in and tell her, "I really like it when you call me Daddy baby. Fuck you are driving me crazy and fuck baby girl I love hearing you say it, especially when I am graced with  and seeing that lip jut out." I reply soft and low. I lift her legs up planting her feet on the edge of my desk spread out a little farther now. I push her little skirt up and grip the string of her panties hooking my fingers under it.

Just when I am about to pull them down her body stiffens and I halt what I am doing to focus on her.  

 “What's wrong Isabella? I am calling your bluff, you want to call me Daddy? Well little girl...” I trail off and brush my lips over her throat. “...time to put up or shut up. I am ready. You are weeks away from being an adult and I have fantasized of this every night since you moved in here with me. I swear to God, I know you are anything but innocent, so for that part we can pretend also.”

Her expression falters. She stops looking me in the eye. Letting her eyes fall has me slightly worried. "Isabella do you need  Daddy to take care of you in every way?"

I gently move my hands up to rest on her hips and I reach out and lift her chin to force her to look at me as I lean in even closer to her. I want her to feel how much I want her. She needs to feel it.

"Talk to me baby. You can trust me sweetheart. It's just you and me here. I swear to God the last thing I would ever do is intentionally hurt you. You are too precious baby. I just want to know how far we are going to go."

I stare at her as she sucks her lip again.

"Isabella, stop sucking that sweet lip and make it pout when you call me that." 

"Like this Daddy."

"Oh yes! Fuck yes!"

I glance down as her hands begin to unbutton my shirt slowly but my eyes are focused on the cleavage that she is giving me a show of.

“I really like calling you Daddy. ” her lip quivers when she lets out a shuddering breath.

I groan and grip her and pull her even more close so there isn't an inch between us....I slide my hand up under the back of her hair.

I stare down right into her eyes and give a vague warning.

“Yes little girl...but just so it is clear Isabella, you should know, I am a man that is used to getting what I want, I am not so sure that what we want are the same things.”

“Well then lets not pretend to be anyone other than the deviant's we are. I am so turned on by you and I really want to please you and I think its been too long for you and you deserve some love and affection.” she purrs, "Because I know exactly what I want and I want you Daddy. I turn eighteen in two weeks. and I want something for my birthday. Something only you can give me.”

“What would that be?” I dare ask.

She holds me where she wants me. Her tongue licks the shell of my ear and she murmurs in a low tone, “To call you Daddy everyday, but more than anything I want you to be the one to claim me as your little girl. Teach me how to be a good girl and punish me when I am a naughty one." Her hands slide into my shirt and I feel her fingers graze along my waist as she smiles up at me and I smile as her fingers trace over my chest. The electrical current flows from the very tip of her finger and brushes over my nipple, causing me to hiss out in response to her hot flesh.

 Her eyes drop down, and then she looks up at me innocently under her lashes.i think she just checked to see if I was hard and just the thought of it turns my body into a live wire.

“What's wrong Isabella? See something you want baby girl?" I use a teasing tone.

Her knowing grin widens.

 I want her naked spread out on every surface of this house.

I cannot wait to get down on my knees and take her sweet pussy in my mouth to work it over and have her creaming all over my tongue as I devour every last drop of her. I want to be engulfed in her sweet scent.

Slowly her legs grab at me and she hooks them behind me and my eyes fall to the white tiny triangle that adorns her pussy.

I lean in and whisper, "Tell me baby is Daddy's little girls pussy bare?"

I reach out and rub her cheek and caress it softly with my thumb while the other hand cups her mound and I hear her gasp.

I step back while I lift her off my desk and start heading for the door. I turn and smile that she is right behind me. I make my way up to my bedroom and look over my shoulder to see if she is still following. She is trailing a little ways behind me when I step into the bathroom and turn to wait as she stands at the door. She looks so unsure and I lean against the sink and smirk at her.

Her eyes move over the room and I lower my voice, "Isabella."

She looks at me bashfully and its so fucking adorable.

"Come to Daddy." I hold out my hands and she doesn't hesitate.

"Good girl." I murmur pulling her into an embrace.

"Still want Daddy to kiss you?" I tease playfully, nuzzling my nose into hers.

She giggles.

"Silly girl." I reach up and adjust her pony tail straightening it.

"So fucking adorable, I like these." I tug on them lightly.

Her breath shudders and she gazes up at me with wide eyes.

"First thing is first. Since I am sure that you are not totally bare for me, I need to rectify that."
 I tell her as I bring my hands down around her waist and lift her up and set her down on top of the sink.

I step in between her legs and slide my hands up to cradle her face in my hand.

"Edward  & Isabella's first kiss." I smile at her and explain as if this is the first kiss she has ever had. I explain carefully what she needs to do.

"I am going to press my lips to your sweet ones, try to do what I do, go slow, don't bite hard, just feel and follow...like follow the leader, okay baby girl?"

She nods enthusiastically.

Fuck she is so good at this!!

I brush my lips so softly over hers, not putting pressure on them yet, teasing her. She responds perfectly. I hum against her lips and she follows.

"Such a good little girl." I murmur and I feel the heat of her blush on my palms as they rest against her cheeks.

"I bet you taste better than the sweetest sugar." I press my lips to hers again and again, and slip my tongue in between her lips tasting. Then, I lick and suck on the plump bottom one just sampling her flavor. My cock hardens even further, and what literally blows my mind is her response.

It is by far the most sweetest, softest kiss I have ever felt from a girl whose lips are so fucking sensual and gentle. So very fucking gentle as she explores my mouth. Surprisingly she causes me to need a breath of air.

"Ffffuck." I breathe out when her lips release their hold over me.

I gaze into her sparkling chocolate eyes and it is then that I feel something so foreign to me, but I don't doubt the feeling for a moment. Am I falling for this girl? It is something I push to the back of my mind for the moment, so that I can let go and just feel what I feel, even if it is foreign.

"Bella." I gasp between kisses.My want for her is building like an avalanche picks up momentum coming down a steep hillside.

"Hmm?" she murmurs licking her lips as she pulls back. I know she is tasting me on them.

I lace my hands in her hair, not letting go of my baby girl. I pull her to my mouth and kiss her deep and urgently, harder with more force greedily tasting everything I can swipe my tongue over.

"Oh baby...Daddy wants you so fucking much." I growl out panting harder now in her mouth. Our kiss is so frantic, it is as if we are going to die any minute if we don't devour one another.

Fuck this is crazy!

Wonderful!

Exciting!

Unfuckingreal!

When we both come up for air, we are panting heavily and she has my shirt pushed off my shoulders.

"Fucking better than sugar...better than anything." I lick the outline of her lips slowly.

I look down and take my chance at the second attempt to slide my fingers under the string of her panties and whisper next to her ear, "Lift up baby girl, I have been trying to get these off you."
She does just as I ask. I slowly pull her panties down her long legs, taking notice how very fucking wet they are, I quirk my brow up and hold them up to show them to her, dangling from my finger.

"Tsk Tsk, someone is a little wet. Am I to guess that my little girls pussy needs some attention?" I step in close again and ask her, "Tell me Isabella what sort of things are you feeling between those hot little thighs of yours?"

She moves her hand to put it over her pussy and I catch it before she touches it. "Ah! Ah! Rule number one. No one and I mean NO ONE Isabella touches my pussy. Yes, I said it...mine. Not even you without permission. I please it, I will also be the one to make sure that it has everything it needs. I will pamper it when it deserves it, tease it, whenever it has teased me, and yes baby I will even punish it if need be."

She lowers her eyes blushing, her chest is taking in exaggerated breaths. 

"Isabella have you ever been touched here?" I ask moving my finger along her inner thigh grazing over her lip that is mostly bare but not all the way.

"Ungh." she thrusts towards my hand and I nearly explode when my finger brushes over saturated lips.

"Answer me young lady." I demand.

"No. never." she smiles proudly and I need a cork to push into my cock to stop the ridiculous leaking that is coming out of it.
 
Wait that didn't sound so good. ugh! I wince at the very thought...that was a randomly weird thought...

Then I freeze when she makes her next declaration.

“I am still a virgin. No one has ever even been allowed to touch me...the thought of you touching me...” she looks past my shoulder up at the ceiling chewing on her bottom lip, her cheeks glow in a bright cherry red.

My heart swells and I dare to ask her to elaborate. "Go on finish what you were saying the thought of me touching you...."

She saddens and pouts asking "Do you still want me?" 

I softly assure her by a light brush of my lips in a  kiss without any tongue. I wonder now if she has ever even kissed a boy.

I know now that we are proceeding with this. I won't stop once I start because it is too late.  It is all set in stone for me now... I will have her of that I have no doubt.

I have authority over her to punish her. I love the very thought of it. She is temporarily in my custody. She has to do what I say or suffer the consequences and oddly, the thought of that excites me even further.

I lean down and press my lips to her forehead and trace them along her cheekbone making my way to her sweet full red lips.

 “You have no idea how fucking hot I find it that you are pure and untouched, so after careful consideration my sweet innocent one,  I will touch you wherever you want...I will teach you everything you need to know, and I promise that you will know what I like and I want you to tell me what you like, how does that sound to you baby girl?”

“Perfect, but what do I need to know?” her curious eyes gaze at me.

The devious smile slowly lifts my lips. “How to please your Daddy and do exactly what he says, so that he can care for you, protect you and more importantly please you too.”

The biggest smile graces her beautiful face, her eyes lite up, and her cheeks flush a creamy rose tone.

I let my tongue come out and glide it over her bottom lip.


Shaving Isabella's pussy bare is the most erotic thing I will probably ever do and I pray to anything or anyone that I get to do it over and over, and over again!

I lift her up and slide a towel under her ass, working quickly  I prep all the items I am going to need.

I lather her up and rinse my hand holding the razor steady.

I take a long swipe along the top of her mound. I repeat it over and over getting her completely smooth.

Fuck I learn each and every curve of her mound, not to mention the one on one personal conversation I had with her beautiful protruding clit the more I brushed against it in my effort to clean her up to my preference. 

"Hold this taught for me little one." I whisper and swipe it over her inner lip.

"Fucking perfect...huh...wait a sec..baby are you fucking coming?"

I look up and her chest is heaving heavily and I had not noticed her knees were starting to come together shaking slightly.

I dare to check and spread her and watch a string of come drool out of her hole. ''Jesus baby girl you did didn't you?" she quivers.

"Okay little girl, since you seemed to have started this adventure without me...I need to catch up." I wipe her dry with a towel and reach out, grabbing her by her waist and grab her and throw her over my shoulder as she squeals out.

I make my way down the hall to the guestroom I did for her.

I set her down on her feet and push open the door.

"Isabella...if you don't like it just say so and we don't have to do anything in here. I just thought you would a playroom of your own."

She stands at the door wide eyed when the light flips on.

Her voice is breathy and her words have my heart skidding to a halt then thundering again.

"This room is mine? Oh my god! Daddy! I LOVEEEEEEE it."

She throws herself at me, hugging me. 

Walking her backwards as my lips keep her distracted I am leading her to the large fluffy bed. I don't waste a second picking her up and laying her back on it as i climb in next to her.
Shifting my weight now, I lay off to the side of her and turn her body slightly away from mine. At first, our kisses stay innocent without any tongue. I caress the heat of her flesh on her legs before I come to rest my hand on the top of her the front of her sexy outfit.

"Later on, I will show you the closet that is now full of brand new outfits baby. You will have to put on a fashion show for daddy." I tease.

I am not totally sure if she even heard that as I gaze down on her. Her eyes are fucking dark and filled with pure desire and lust.

She is no longer focused on anything but us. God I am in awe of her. 

"I want you to kiss me little girl. I love your sweet kisses." I ask.

She nods biting her bottom lip and I lean down bringing my lips to hers while my fingers play with the tie on the front of  her nighty. I can't wait to get her naked under me.

I give her light kisses but no tongue teasing her lips with my own. The anticipation of slipping my tongue in her mouth again to taste her is so fucking arousing.

While I am kissing her and distracting her, I pull on the string that is hiding her underneath it. I don't even ask for permission, something, I probably should have done. I don't care now. I wouldn't be able to stop if I could. I am feral with need for her and there is one thing that is between us and I need it off of her.

I am taking what is mine, while taking total control away from her, I lead us into the next action.  I yank this fucking tie that keeps her covered just to get to those sweet little tits of hers.

"So fucking sweet and damn baby, I knew the color of your hard little nipple had to match your sweet luscious lips, reminds me of roses and cream, and I want a taste, but you need to ask first."

"Beg for daddy to suck on your nipple."

"Ask?" her breathing is heavy nearly almost panting.

"Yes baby, ask me to suck on it for you, beg for it."

"Daddy will you put your mouth on me? Pleaseeee!"

I smile down over top of her. "Mothfucking beautiful. Perfect in fact. Keep  your eyes on me, you need to watch little girl. I want you to see who is making you feel what you are feeling when I get you so fucking hot for me.. Watch me take it in my mouth and I promise you will feel it all the way down to your fucking sweet little pussy."

I suck and bite and nibble both of them. Her back arches off the bed and she moans out a sweet symphony of little girl sounds that only get me eve more hard.

She tastes divine but I can't seem to hold off any longer. I want to taste all of her.

"Bella be a good little girl and lift your leg up and open yourself up to me, I need to feel how wet I am making you." I growl.

I look down and watch her leg lift out and up while I slid my hand over her bare flesh and spread her to feel how slick she is for me.

"That's my girl." I nuzzle my nose up under her hair against her throat. "Tell Daddy exactly how it feels. I want to know whatever you whatever you feel."


"So good. It's better than I ever though it would be....so excited,like I am about to explode or something...just keep...yeah just like that!" She cries out from my fingers working up and down her slit. She likes it. She likes it a hell of a lot! 

I get up quickly before she can react and throw her leg over my shoulder and weave my way in between her thighs. She gasps and makes an attempt to close her legs and I am not having it. I dive in and press the flat of my tongue right on the crack of her ass and slip it through as I slowly start at her ass and push my tongue up the entire length of her pussy and lap at it.

 I nip at her clit hard, then suck it into my lips, to flick my tongue over it rapidly. Her sweet little moans are becoming louder, and I hum against her outer lips.

I glance up at her to see her eyes are closed and she can't help but get into what I am doing. 
Her head falls back, her eyes roll back in her head as I bring her to the very edge. I hum against her lips and suck her hard and deep.

I lick  and suck on the hard throbbing nub working it up to her first orgasm. It begins to swell on my tongue filling with blood and I am sure she can feel the sensitivity increase. I put my hand over top of her lips, spreading her open with two fingers and smack it once gently but firmly.

She yelps and I chuckle.

"Just giving you a sample of what kind of punishment daddy will be using on you when you misbehave."

"I promise to be good." She replies.

I frown. "Well, I may just have to change up the rules so I get an opportunity for you to mess up."  

"Oh God." she cries out when I slap it again once more.

"Fucking look at how your little pussy drips! God how you taste sinfully sweet when you come Isabella, and baby Daddy cannot wait to make you come for him. Tell me about the first time you touched yourself.”


"Why?" 

“Bella you don't ask me why, you just do as you are asked. Now tell me do you play with this sweet pussy?"

She nods a couple of times.

"Have you made yourself come?"

"Once." she breathes.

"Well get ready sweet one, since you are the one begging to get fucked little girl, I need to get you ready for my cock. I need you to be ready to take me.  I hope your ready because I have stroked off so many times imagining you in your bedroom touching yourself.”

I press my lips to hers and taste her mouth with my tongue exploring her tongue and flicking it with mine. I pull back to allow her air and smirk down at her.

"Can you taste that sweet pussy on my breath?" I ask.

“Yes.” she breathes.

"Sweetest tasting thing I have ever had baby, but there is something more that I want."

"What?" she gasps.

"Daddy wants to claim his little girl without a fucking condom. I know you are on the pill, so Isabella are you ready to get fucked by your Daddy?."

"No protection?" she whispers.

"I won't tolerate anything between me and you. I can't wait any longer baby. I need to be buried in you as deep as I can fucking go."

"Okay." she breathes out, but her eyes dart wildly around. I know she is nervous now. 

 
"Relax, keep your inner thighs against my hips." I hold her open until I position my wet seeping head right at her entrance.

 I instruct her every step of the way. I offer her comforting reassurance. She is wet but I want her even wetter. I am not average, not by any means, so I decide to work her up to the very edge of a hard orgasm.

Distracting her to arousal is the only way to do this without hurting her too much.


I let my hand glide down between us and my hand begins to work on her slit even more.

"That's it baby. You are doing so good. Are you ready to take all that Daddy has to give you?


I continue to work on stimulating her clit, with a gentle touch working my way up slowly while increasing the speed. I build up to it faster moving in circles, in an up and down movement that gets her hips rocking in time with my hand. I can feel my cock pressing against tight heat as the head is now slipping in a little more.

She takes a deep breath now that the head of my cock has settled inside of her. She slowly moves with me guiding me right down into her.

"Fuck so warm." I moan out.


"Your doing so good baby, that's it rock on it and take me in. You are so fucking tight Bella God your pussy is like slipping into heaven, Ohhh fuck...I want to fuck you so bad baby get ready because once I am in there and you can take it...I am not stopping. I can't....fuck shit....Isabella....oh God..."

"Oh my god..." she closes her eyes tight and hisses out in pain when I am now half way in.

 "It hurts."

"Only for a minute baby, I can't stop now...you won't get used to it until I have all of me in you."

"Please just hurry and do it."

I groan and my head falls to her forehead. "Look at me." I murmur.

"Focus on my face little one, I promise, I haven't stopped and I don't plan on it....Bella you need to fucking relax so I can fuck you."

The moment I feel her walls ease up just enough, some around my cock I pull back and quickly in one long hard thrust I push myself all the way into her.

"Holymotherfucking God damn....!" She yells out and then grits her teeth...her fingers dig into my biceps and she cries out.

"Oh FUCK!"

She lays here underneath me, impaled on my cock and pants out slow calming breaths.
I remain still inside of her cooing in her ear.
"I know baby, I know, it won't always be like this. I promise, fuck Isabella you have the tightest cunt I have ever had. My cock is throbbing right now. I need to move in you baby girl. Daddy needs to break you in."

She shakes her head back and forth. I begin to furiously work her clit hard and fast with my soaking wet fingers. I wished I had a vibrator to work it while I focused on fucking her, but I had to keep focus on keeping her wet for me.

She is tight.

Almost too tight if that is even possible.

I pull out leaving the head of my cock in and look down between us. "Look at how beautiful you are with me inside of you."

Her eyes drop but she stares at my chest. "Bella?"

"Edward..." her hands move up to my hair and she fists it pulling me to her. Her mouth ravishes mine and I feel her hips push up and my length is buried to the hilt in her and she pulls back and I gasp in shock and for air simultaneously.

"That's it baby...you know what you want don't you? Or are you a little masochist?" I stare down over her.

"Harder Daddy. Show me. Show me how good you can make it feel. No more pain!"

I bring my hand under her knee throw her leg over my shoulder and pull back adjusting my position to set myself up behind her slightly.


"This is the way I can fuck you hard and deep, I am going to try really hard to make you come but it might not happen the first time little one, just have faith in me and trust me...If I don't get you to come this way, I will another."

I watch my cock slide in and out a few times and when I look up at her she is watching with me.
I can't help but smile.

"Feel good baby girl?"

"Yes. No. Yes."

"Fuck I need you." I growl and pull back and thrust into her hard.

"Oh fuck yeah! God damn you are perfect! Hot! God you are so warm, warmest pussy I have ever felt! That's it baby girl...doing so good! Yes....take me! All of it....! God if I had known...I wouldn't have waited a fucking minute longer!" I am rambling as my pace picks up. I feel her hand caress my cheek as she looks over her shoulder at me.

"So fucking perfect for me. I fucking love kissing on you."  I growl pushing in and circling my hips into her hot needy pussy.

Her lip quivers and I shake my head and tell her, "I am not even close to done with you!"

She lifts her leg higher so I can get as far up in her as I can. She looks up at me with those big wide eyes.

"Let me." her voice is breathy.

Fuck she is so good at this and she doesn't even know the first thing about what she is doing to me.

Her nails dig into my thigh as she pushes her ass and her hips in a circular motion and I let her lead as she pulls me into her.

"Oh god!...Keep doing that just like that please....it's so good." I groan.

I watch her as she concentrates on working her pussy over my cock as I lay behind her.

I lean down and kiss her ear along her throat and nibble on it.

"My turn to take over, if I have to fuck you all night damn it, I will have you coming. You just lift that sweet little ass up in the air for me baby, I promise Daddy will take care of you to make sure your in the right position, and you have to relax also, I really want to make you come, but I don't think it will be easy."

I slowly move back down towards the foot of the bed pulling out of her and hating the cold air that hits my cock. She gasps in surprise when I manhandle her, grabbing her waist, I pick her up and put her up onto her knees bent over in front of me. I handle her like a rag doll.

I now look down right at her round little ass. My eyes look over her slightly red, swollen pussy where my cock had just been seconds ago. Her lips are swollen and red. Freshly fucked and still in need of release.

"Fuck yeah." I lean down and run my tongue along her slit tasting both her and I together. I hum against her lips and kiss her pussy and murmur how sorry I am to it asking it to forgive me for hurting it."

She giggles and I know it has to have helped her relax some because what I am about to do is surely going to have her hurting tomorrow.

"Ready to try to come for me baby?" I ask.

She is chewing her bottom lip and her fists are gripped onto the sheets under her.

I line up my cock with her pussy and fuck she feels even tighter...looking back down at her, I can see how swollen she is.

"Your pussy is drooling for Daddy's cock little girl." 

"God I am going to drill into you!" I growl sliding it along her slit and nipping her ear and skin on her throat. I start moving my hips forward hell bent on fucking her until I can make her fucking come once I am at the angle that I know if I hit, I will have her quite possibly squirting. I thrust forward deep within her.

"Ung.." was the only sound out of her mouth.

"Fuck yeah take it so good little one...I am going to come...gonna come so fucking hard in you."

I kiss her lips and rub her clit furiously again. her hips are pushing back and up but I hold her where I want her, driving myself deep. I kiss her along her spine and grip her hips and drive my cock into her again and again.
 
The only sounds over the next couple of minutes are wet smacking sounds of flesh and sex, come and our grunts and groans, with her occasional little mewl of pleasure when I hit my mark.

"Please....feels so.....so.l cant...I want to but I don't know how...it feels like...God nothing else...."

 "Baby you have to let your body relax and fall over the edge....hold off  as long as you can, then just feel it build till you just can't stand it anymore!"

I try to instruct her but I am clueless as to how a woman really experiences an orgasm, wondering if its the same as a man.

I lost focus for only a moment when I felt her upper body push forward, her ass moved down and her back is arched into my chest. She cries out a loud keening scream and I feel the walls of her pussy literally shudder, contract and grip onto my cock like a vice squeezing and milking it like it had done it a thousand times before. She is bringing me to the edge with her.

"Your coming Bella. I can feel it. Breathe baby girl....then it's fucking my turn." My voice is deep, husky and I almost snarl. I stare down at the bare flesh of her throat and I have no idea what comes over me but I don't think about it. I pound on her convulsing pussy and cry out how perfect she is.

"I'll show you! You are Daddy's little girl." I hiss and wrap my mouth around the right side of her neck. I sink my teeth into her flesh and push forward hard thrusting as I erupt inside of her marking her inside and out.

Bella's cry is so faint she whimpers underneath me.

"Just feel me come in my little girls pussy. I told you Daddy would take care of you."  I close my eyes and thrust my final few thrusts deeper than ever and then I explode once more when she clamps down once again on me so fucking hard, I can't even see clearly.

"Fuck yeah! coming! coming so fucking much....Jesus...that's it baby girl....Daddy loves fucking his little girl! I howl out and hiss as she wiggles her hips under me.

My head spins and I waver a little coming back to reality 


"Baby you have to be sore." I begin to slide back as we she collapses but she won't let go of me.


"No...stay....just lay here with me." she murmurs. "in me, please don't take it out yet."

I brush her hair out of her eyes. "No baby. You need to let me decide when I remove  my cock from you."

"Please." her eyes plead with me.

It is then that I realize who is really in control no matter how much I would like to believe I will be the one to set the rules.

I can only hope she continues to break them.


3 Months Later...


The doorbell rings and my excitement is starting to spill over.

"They are here!" I squeal out.

I run for the door and Daddy scolds me for misbehaving.

"Tanya, this is not the way we are starting off." he commands.

"Yes Daddy. I am sorry."

My heart is racing in my chest and I look past Daddy to see them standing there when he opens the door wide.

My mouth falls open and I see Edward take her hand pulling her inside.

Edward is so handsome and Bella is a lucky bitch. But the looks are not all his.

He takes her coat off and smiles in my direction.

"Happy Birthday Tanya. Here ya go...I brought you a present." he winks and she stands here before me looking at me bashfully.

"HI! I am Tanya...wanna come have some tea with me?"

She smiles. "Okay." She looks up at him as if to ask for permission.

"Go ahead baby girl. Your no touching rule is on hold for the day." he winks

I make sure to walk a few feet behind her and check out her outfit.

"Damn...I knew it. You lucky smug ass motherfucker...she is fucking a doll." My daddy states as they follow us into my playroom.

Isabella ready for Tanya's Tea Party

~ Robshandmonkey



Well my beloved ones....do I give up daddy kink? Did it live up to what you expected? I hope so...I am only in this to PLEASE!!!

I WILL ONCE AGAIN ASK....HOW WAS IT?