Scream For me

I look over at Daisy who agrees.

“Oh, I packed her an extra set of clothes in her bag so she’s set,” Daphne adds.

“Come on, Daisy Mae,” my mother says, holding out her hand. Daisy grabs her tote that’s almost as big as she is and waddles up to my mom, leaving Daphne and me alone on the beach.

I lean back in the bed as she stands there awkwardly, wriggling her toes in the sand. “So, a little early for dinner for us, I suppose?”

“You’re welcome to join them if you want.”

“No, I’m not hungry yet. Are you?” She crosses her arms, then uncrosses them again. Nervous.

“Not for food,” I say matter-of-factly as I let my eyes take her in. “Why don’t you join me?” I pat the spot next to me on the bed. “You deserve to relax.”

She hesitates, then sits on the bed, placing her feet on it and hugging her knees to her chest.

“Did you have a nice day?” I ask as I reach out and brush the sand from the bottom of her legs and the tops of her feet.

“I did, did you?”

“Yes.” I sit up, turning to face her as I tugged softly at her arms, releasing her legs from them.

“What are you doing?” She looks confused as I stretch out one of her legs, place her foot in my lap, and begin to massage it.

“I told you, you deserve to relax, Miss Flowers.” I run my thumb firmly up her insole, making her foot reflexively stretch.

“It does feel nice.” She relaxes back against the pillows behind her.

“So, I thought I’d take the opportunity to ask you a few of those questions I mentioned that night at the bake sale.” She cocks her head. “The ones I told you I wanted to keep to myself.”

“Oh.” She looks intrigued. “Okay.”

“Are you seeing Mr. Fudge Sundae?” She looks at me, confused for a second. “Preston.”

“Seriously?” She laughs.

“Is that funny to you, Miss Flowers?”

“What? No, not funny. I mean, I guess it’s kind of funny that you still think that he is the sundae I was talking about.”

“Meaning?”

“It’s you. I was talking about you when I said that to Xana.” She blushes, looking away for a moment. “She knew that I had a crush on you or thought you were attractive. I was describing you because you were- forbidden.”

I smile. “You had a crush on me? That’s cute.”

“Well, I was attracted to you at least. I guess crush implies I liked you.”

“That’s right, you clearly couldn’t stand me.” I press into her foot, her toes curling. “And why was I forbidden?” “You know why.” Her voice drops.

“Because I’m too old for you?”

“No… because you’re my student’s father.”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, that just makes it that much more exciting, doesn’t it, Daphne? Going after the forbidden?”

“Maybe.”

“Now that we’ve established that we absolutely shouldn’t indulge… how do you like to be pleasured?”

“Um, meaning?”

“What gets you off?” Her face goes red again. “Do you like foreplay? Do you like your toes sucked?” I look down at her feet. They are beautiful feet.

She readjusts herself. “I-I’m not too sure honestly. I’ve never had my toes sucked.” She giggles.

“Do you like to be teased? How do you like to be fucked? Do you like it hard, deep, slow?”

“I, um, I think I’ve just had normal sex.”

“You have been fucked before right?” I stop my movements.

“Yes, I’m not a virgin.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.” I move my hands from her feet up her leg a little. “I mean when a man takes you roughly because he can’t possibly get enough of you. Using your body frantically to come.”

“I don’t… I don’t think so.”

I want to ask her how. How a man could ever have her at his disposal and not rip her clothes off and fuck her till she’s begging for relief.

“Okay, how about limits? Do you enjoy being restrained, your hair pulled, or your ass smacked? Your ass fingered?” She doesn’t answer and I can see she’s growing more fidgety. “I know those are pretty vanilla, but if I had to guess, you haven’t had much experience in that area either?” I reach for her other foot.

“I haven’t,” she agrees. “What about you?”

“I think I can confidently say I’ve had more experience in that area than you but my experience hasn’t been what you’re probably imagining. No dungeons or sex clubs.” She smiles. “And only minor injuries, no loss of life.” I wink to reassure her that I’m not trying to scare her.

I want her to be able to explore her sexuality with me because that’s exactly what I want to do with her. I release her foot before standing up and untying all the curtains that surround the bed. I release them, pulling them closed, although they don’t provide complete privacy. I sit back on the bed, spreading my thighs. “Come here.”