Off Limits

by Astra Rose

She’s gorgeous. At eighteen, I would have devoured her alive. There’s no chance Kye is going to keep his hands off of her.

“Fuck yes,” he breathes, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. He fists it, holding it at the ready and directs it towards my mouth. It looks surprisingly unremarkable, somehow less than I expected even though I’ve only ever seen Dante’s cock, but I bend forward and lick my lips before taking it in my mouth.

Despite myself, I notice the flat washboard of his stomach underneath his shirt and then worse: Before I can even stop my brain from going there, I take in the suggestion of something heavy shifting in the front of his sweatpants as he leans back and crosses his ankles. A flash of searing heat goes through me. It’s shame mixed with something else… Shame and…oh God, just the briefest shock of arousal. My cheeks warm and I press my lips together and lift my chin in defiance of my own weird, inappropriately wandering thoughts.

“Is this about sex?” I accuse. “Because I don’t know what it was like in your day, but yes, kids my age have sex, okay? And we give blowjobs. You might think of me as a child forever, but I happened to like giving Kye a blowjob.” My tone is angry and staccato, and I’m trying to shock him. I didn’t, actually, particularly like giving Kye a blowjob. But the comment has the desired effect. His nostrils flare and his eyes widen.

Somewhere out there, in the big city of Vancouver, is a child named Dante I now have to kill.

She’s like an angelic version of her mother when we first met, and for a moment time seems to suspend. I let my hand run slowly up the silky smooth skin of her calf, and have the terrible thought that she’s softer than Melanie.

She is, though, and some dark, animal part of me wants to grab her smooth calf and yank her towards me, so I can pin her down and find out how much softer she is everywhere.

“Daddy,” she says playfully, flinging her arms around my neck and planting a kiss on my cheek. “You know no boy could ever compare to you.”

When I turn to look at him, it’s as if a steel bar has hit my chest. The air is knocked out of me. The fact is, he’s hot. He’s fucking hot.

He’s rough and strong and polished, and so unlike high school boys with their jeering and teasing and ignorance. It hits me all at once. My Daddy. I’m fucking crushing on him and it’s crazy.

I shouldn’t want him to touch me, but I do. Suddenly all I want is for him to touch me. I wish I didn’t have to fight this feeling. I wish he wasn’t my mom’s husband, I wish he wasn’t the only father I’ve ever known. I wish I didn’t have to settle for high school boys, like Kye, when what I really want is a man. Someone kind, and thoughtful, and experienced.

When she met Jean-Luc, my life changed, and my world became full colour. Suddenly, someone was always there for me.

truthfully, I’d much rather have a fancy dinner with Jean-Luc than spend a drunken night at the beach with kids. The prospect of dressing up and and being seen on Jean-Luc’s arm doesn’t make me feel like I am missing anything at all. People will think we’re a couple, I think.

How he would know exactly what to do, how to pull out the chair for you in the restaurant, how to listen to you like you were the only woman in the world. How charmed the wait staff would be by him, how he would know exactly the best thing to order and just the right wine to drink…

Occasionally he has late night meetings, or he goes out with clients or friends. I’ve never wondered if any of these clients or friends were women, but the idea that they might be makes my stomach churn.

If Jean-Luc were dating, I could imagine the kind of women he would be interested in: beautiful women, probably much younger than him, with long legs in slinky dres...

At least when he was with my mother, Jean-Luc still always had eyes for me. I was his special little girl. Another woman, someone new, might not understand the bond between us. Another woman might think she had something to offer Jean-Luc that I don’t. The idea makes me sick.

I could almost pass for a grown woman who gets taken out to fancy restaurants, I think, admiring the way the fabric clings to my hips and the way my legs look in my only high heel shoes.

On the one hand, I wish things could change between us, that he could somehow see me as a woman. And on the other hand, there’s nothing I love more than being his little girl. I want both, simultaneously, and there’s no way it ever makes sense or is anything less than creepy. I’m perverted.

she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Strikingly similar to Melanie, but so much… …better, I can’t help but think. She’s my Dani. Silly, brilliant, and loving. She grins at me, her smile bright and wide, and I melt.

Dani’s red head bobbing in that kid’s lap is an image I’ll never forget. The idea of what her mouth might have felt like, her tongue, makes my balls ache.

“It made me jealous to see that,” I say, suddenly and unexpectedly. The comment seems to come from nowhere, I didn’t expect to say it, but now that I have, I don’t back away from it. I keep my eyes on her face to see her reaction.

Jean-Luc has taken his dinner jacket off, and his tie, and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, exposing a hint of dark chest hair. I can’t ignore the way the bulk of his arms and shoulders strain the fabric of his dress shirt.

“Fuck, Dani,” he says under his breath, staring at my chest as if he wasn’t expecting this. “Fuck.”

I feel abandoned by Jean-Luc, and sad. But at least it’s better than the apartment, I think, digging into the chicken. At least here there’s food.

“Daddies like to take care of their little girls, and make sure they have everything they need, even if what their little girls want…are their daddies.” I exhale quietly, the ache growing pleasurably down below. I want to take care of my little girl so badly; to be her Daddy.

“They let their little girls play and have fun, and they protect them and keep them safe. And sometimes they have to punish their little girls if they’re naughty.”

“Do they spank their bad little girls?” “Yes. They might spank them over their panties, or even spank their bare bottoms if they’re really bad. Is that what you want to do, Jean-Luc? Do you want to spank a bad little girl who needs to be punished?”

“Yeah. Her little pussy would be craving Daddy’s cock, but she needs to suck me right now, I need to get off. Daddy needs to fuck his little girl’s mouth.”

Fuuuck. “Oh God, baby. Daddy has the biggest load for you. Daddy’s going to fill your sweet little mouth with his cum. Oh fuck, baby. I’m going to come in your mouth. Here it comes, sweetheart, oh fuck, here’s all my cum for you.” I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm rocks through me, making my hips buck, and I hold my cock against my stomach as it jerks and pulses, covering my abs in my cum.

I just keep telling myself that it’s a better abandonment than being left in Melanie’s apartment, that at least there’s food and electricity here—but is this better? Are these my choices? The lesser of two abandonments?

He’s right there. And maybe, instead of letting this Cold War between us go on, I need to bite the bullet and face him. Since I have no other option left, why shouldn’t I beg for his love? Certainly it’s better to try when there’s nothing left to lose anyway.

I’m struck, for a moment, at the sight of his body. His thick, defined muscles, tanned skin, and the dark hair over his chest and forearms. He’s so masculine, so strong, and noticing this gives me a kind of pride. He’s my daddy. And he’s the best daddy.

“Bad fucking girl,” he groans. “You see what you do to me? Bad girl.” His torso grips and flexes against my rib cage as he raises his hand again and delivers another ripping blow. I scream as his hand hits my flesh, and tears spring to my eyes.

He fists my hair at the base of my skull, lifting it off my face, and grinds against me once more, moaning, “Fuck, you look delicious.”

I can only imagine the sight we make right now, Jean-Luc in his suit, the massive power and breadth of him, and me across his lap—tiny and pale, with my skirt around my waist and white knee socks on.

“Jean-Luc,” panting against the couch. He pulls his hand away and spanks me sharply, making me grunt with surprise. “I need you to be my good little girl, Dani,” he growls in warning. “Daddy,” I correct myself, whispering desperately. “Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he says, and I can hear the warm smile in his voice. He rubs his hand in soft circles around my ass. “Good girl, Danica.” I melt at his praise. I’m in love, is all I can think. I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love.

It’s like the wild thing within is so close to being free that he’s speaking through me now, controlling me.

I want to see her looking up at me, see her being subservient to my cock. “Look at me. Look at Daddy while you suck him.”

“When I come in your mouth, I want you to swallow it down,” I tell Dani, my heart hammering against my chest. She tries to nod. “Have you done that before? Do you know how to swallow cum?” She tries to nods again. “Dirty fucking girl,” I growl. “This time it’s going to be different, though, okay? With your daddy it’s going to be different. Daddy’s going to come in your mouth because you got him so hot he can’t control himself, and now he’s going to give you his big fucking load because you made him so fucking hard. Are you going to swallow all of Daddy’s cum down like a good girl, sweetheart?”

It breaks my heart to see the way Danica becomes a shadow around her mother, when she’s so obviously meant to shine.

I don’t think I can hold back anymore, Danica. I don’t know if there’s any point, if we both want the same thing. The most important thing I have to tell you is that it could never make me feel less about you. I will love you with every last breath I have on this earth.”

“Did it hurt when Dante entered you?” I ask. “Not like this,” she pants. Small dick, I think to myself triumphantly.

I wonder why a man like Jean-Luc would even want to be with someone young and unsophisticated like me when he could be with a sexy grown woman—maybe not my mom, but someone like her.

I worry that Jean-Luc’s only attracted to me because I look like my mom and he misses her.

“But when you’re a daddy, Jean-Luc…will you still be my Daddy?” He growls, pulling me towards him. “Little girl, I’ll always be your Daddy,” he murmurs. “Don’t you forget it.” “Yes, Sir.”