Your Dad's Perfect Pt2

As I walk back through, he stands waiting. I go to walk around the unit, and he stops me. "What is going on? You're not telling me everything. You're avoiding talking to me. Why?"

"There's nothing to tell. I found him with another woman."

"And..." He stands waiting.

"And we split up." I shrug.

"Talk me through what happened and what he said." He looks at me, waiting.

"New years, I went back early to spend it with him, I found him in my room with a woman. I screamed at him, the woman asked if I was her, and laughed." His eyes widen. "I told them to get out, he told me to calm it and I asked how he could it to me. He called me boring but explained he could see that you were falling for the fact he was with me, so he played for a bit until he got the money."

He doesn't reply; he just stands shocked.

"Then he told me I should be happy, I got to fuck and date him. Someone with money that every woman wants. I hit him, and he said there was more action in a board game."

Now he knows I can get my shit and leave.

"Ruby, I'm sorry." He stares at me. "This is my fault. He was going from woman to woman, partying and blowing money on nothing. You started dating him, and he seemed to settle slightly. I mentioned the money; I didn't think he would use you just to get the money."

"It's not your fault. You know now, but I need to get my things." I turn, and he stops me.

"Don't you listen to him, to his words. What he said is wrong, he was cruel, and I'm sorry."

I shrug but don't reply.

"Ruby, why are you listening to his words and letting that change you?"

"I'm not." My words are quiet, and his head tilts. "Okay, maybe I am. Something must make him think that, so somewhere inside, I'm boring. I'm not sure if it's a fact I wouldn't let him grope me under the table while you were here or that fact I refused to fuck him here with you in the other room that made him see me as boring, or maybe it's because I really fucking am!"

His body stills as I shout. There has to be some truth to his words.

"I wouldn't have believed him so much if he didn't tell others, and then those people start saying shit. Everyone knows, he told everyone." I can't go into class without people staring at me and talking.

"Ruby, come here." I look at him and shake my head. His hand grips mine, and he pulls me in front of him. He turns me so my back is against him. "What is this?" He taps the side, and I glance down.

Shit, my list. I go to say I don't know when he speaks. "It fell out of your bag. You threw it down with that much force." He chuckles and waits.

"It was something to help me experience more, stop being a prude, and prove everyone wrong."

He sighs and grabs a pen, placing it next to the paper. His hands grip the counter next to me. "Pick up the pen," he says, his breath washes over my neck. Reaching down, I get it.

"Cross off number eight."

"W-what?"

"Cross of number eight. The list is a good idea, but number eight is a risk. Not only that, but you're not selling your body. You gain nothing from it."

"I want to." It will help. It's different.

"No, you don't. Women dance there for money, and many are abused behind the scenes. If you want a list, fine, but make it safe. Cross it out."

Nodding, I cross out the dancing in an adult club.

"Number ten, cross it out."

"Why?" What is wrong with a threesome?

"You don't even have a partner, so you're planning to have a threesome with two strangers? That's putting yourself at risk. Remove it." Nodding, I cross it out.

"Number fifteen as well."

"People do it all the time." What is wrong with a one-night stand?

"You didn't have them for a reason. Because you know you're worth more than a night, don't forget your values and morals. Remove it." Biting my lips, I scratch it out.

"Also, number sixteen. Before you ask, that's safer and better if you have a partner, not a random guy." I cross out the sex in public. "Number nineteen."

"What?" What is wrong with trying bondage during sex?

"You don't have a partner. Are you really going to let a stranger, a one-night stand, tie you up? You're putting yourself at risk."

I didn't consider that. Maybe there is a lot on here that shouldn't be, as I can't do it alone or with a total stranger I don't trust. I cross it out, move down the list, and begin crossing off some other things.

"Good girl," he whispers into my ear. I relax, putting down the pen. He was right; some of them are putting me at risk. "Now, let's talk about the last few." He turns over the paper. "Explain why you would have that on a list?"

"Erm..." I swallow hard.

"Ruby, why would you have those on the list when it's a list of things you hadn't done or ever tried?"

Shit. I bite my lip, and he keeps me encased between his body and the kitchen island.

"My parents were very religious and strict. Anyone before Jake was fun, and well, those are still things I haven't done or experienced."

I feel his body turn to ice, his hand grips my chin, and he turns my head to see me. "Are you joking?" I try to shake my head but fail. "Ruby, for years, you were dating and fucking. Are you telling me you've never had an orgasm, and he never fucked you with his mouth?"

His words cause my body to shake, and my head moves from side to side. "I never really enjoyed sex," it's the truth, which is why I was happy to quickly say no when Jake tried for sex.

"I want to fix the last two issues on your list."

My body shakes and explodes with pleasure. Shit...

"You should tell me no, Ruby, you're young enough to be my daughter."

"I..." Shit. I want to tell him no, but just the way he's stood has my body wanting him. It's something I've never felt before. He's waiting for my answer, he's right, I am young enough to be his daughter. I also know if I walk out and say no to him, I might just regret it. "Maybe because you're old enough to be, I should call you Daddy?"

He spins me to face him, and his hand slides along my leg. "Remove them." His finger strokes my sex over my underwear.

Crap, I didn't consider that. I'm wearing a one-piece leather corset.

"I said remove them. I can't do it while you're covered."

Nodding, I lift the dress, and his eyes widen. He swears under his breath.

"Ruby, why the hell did you come here wearing this?" He stands waiting.

"I'm going out after. I wouldn't have time to go back and change. I needed the shoes to go with it." My words are quiet.

"In this? Turn." I turn so my back is against him, and he swears louder. His hands grasp against the globe of my ass. "Your whole ass is on show. And you're wearing it out?"

I nod at his words. "It's appropriate for where I'm going." Very appropriate.

"Take it off." Nodding at his words, I unclick it around my neck. Moving and pushing it down my body until it falls to the floor. I stay facing away from him, but I can feel his eyes burning through my body.

We don't move or speak. I don't want to speak. I don't want to consider this too much. There's a chance if I do, or even if he does, we will stop and realise how crazy it is.

His hands stroke down my sides, causing my body to quake. Stopping at my hips, he turns me before lifting me onto the kitchen side.

"Say no, Ruby." His eyes go from mine down my body. I push my legs wider.

"No...I don't want to walk away and stop this, Daddy." He groans and pushes me back until I'm laid down. His hands stroke up my legs, pushing them further apart.

I expect him to grasp my hips. Instead, his hands continue their journey up my body while his head lowers and drops between my thighs. I feel his tongue stroke along my clit, his hands wrapping around my throat.

My body vibrates with pleasure as his tongue moves slowly. His hands around my neck keep me against his mouth. He works slowly, gently, moving from my core back up to my clit, each time it causes my hips to raise.

Slowly, his tongue begins to speed up and spear into me. His groans against me cause my body to tremble with need. Each movement of his tongue seems to work faster and deeper. Pushing me higher and making me a little crazier than before.

My hands grasp into his hair as his hands tighten around my neck. His tongue drags along my sex, and he sucks against my clit. The word no is screamed from my lips as I try to push him away, only for him to bury his head deeper between my thigh.

My body rocks, and I cry out. Adour swells within me, and I lose control of my body as his mouth and tongue work even faster. I barely even gain back my consciousness before he's pushing me into another orgasm.

I black out, it hits that I forget how to breathe, and my entire body feels like it's covered in goosebumps as the blood flows through it faster.

His hands release on my neck, his head raising from between my thighs. My release covers his face and beard. His hands grasp my hips, and he pulls me to stand in front of him. I feel his mouth against my near.

"The next guy who touches you, if he can't do that, walk away." Shit...I don't even know how to answer. He turns and grabs a drink before handing me one.

"Is something wrong?" He looks at me, and I know why he's asking.

"I just, I'm not sure what to say or do now. I feel out of place."

He chuckles. "Now you don't know what to do or say and feel out of place? Not before, when you were naked or screaming my name?"

I bite my lip.

"This just proved my point," he taps the paper. "How bad would it have been after your one-night stand?" I nod my head and glance at the clock.

"I'm going to be late." I got lost in everything.

"Get sorted here. Use Jake's room." I move and pull the dress on, just so my body is covered. I don't feel ready to walk around naked. Grabbing my things I rush upstairs and he follows, I watch him go into his room and I go to Jake's room. Showering. I get dressed and find the shoes.

After putting them on, I go through his drawers. I can't find my hairdryer, which I need to dry my hair. Giving up, I tie it up and decide that will have to do.

Walking out, I see his door open slightly. Walking over, I raise my hand to knock and stop when I see him through the gap in the door. My eyes go to his hand as it moves over his cock.

He's big. Really, damn huge. I swallow hard and watch his hand move. "Ruby, step in here." How did he know I was here? I step in and watch his hand move. "I'm sure that this will work and mean you can cross of number thirteen."

All I can do is nod. My eyes fixed on the way his hand strokes his cock. His tongue moves over his lips. "I can still taste you on my lips." He groans and moves his hand faster. "So fucking sweet, so pure." I watch as his hand quickens and tightens on his cock. "You taste like heaven." He growls, and his hips buck, I watch as the cum spurts out of him landing on his hand and stomach. Slowly, his hand stops.

"Enjoy your night, Ruby. Stay safe."

All I can do is nod, turn and run. Which I do, I run and fucking fast. I'm not even sure what the hell just happened. Getting outside, I climb into the car and begin driving.

Yet, my mind is on him. On every move he made, on all the ways I felt. The ways he made me feel without even damn touching me. Hours later, I stopped outside the club. I see Bex and her car.

Slipping off the dress, I put on the mask and walked over. Knocking on the window, I watched her open it.

"You were ages. I tried calling. Did his daddy apologise for his son being an asshole?"

"Like you wouldn't know." She tilts her head and gets out. I watch as she puts on the mask.

"What did that mean?" She hooks her arm through mine, and we walk in; she leans in and sniffs me before feeling my hair. "Oh no, you didn't fuck his dad as revenge did you?" She laughs and looks at me. "You did?"

"No! I didn't fuck him or use him for revenge." I walk to the bar and order a drink, her eyes staying fixed on me.

"You did something. What happened?" She looks at me, waiting. Standing, I explain what happened, and her eyes widen.

"His dad?" She stares at me.

"He's actually really fucking hot. Like, unbelievably hot. So yes."

Her eyes almost come out of their sockets. "His dad!"

All I can do is nod. "I think I regret it now. At the time, though, my body was exploding with pleasure, and it wanted him, so when he told me to say no, I didn't."

God, what did I do? It was Jake's dad! Of course, everyone is going to think that was for revenge, but it wasn't. Oliver was for revenge, his dad? Well, that was for me.

We walk around the club, it's amazing, surely this would be a safe place to find someone to have fun with? I mean, there are contracts and shit.

Rules that must be followed. I stand holding the whip, tangling it around my fingers.

"I have to say, I'm glad we came here." Bex smiles, and I nod.

"It is an amazing place." If only I had someone to use it with. I'm not sure I'm comfortable signing up to use it with a random guy, even if they are all vetted beforehand. My body leans against the bar as we talk.

I do want to come back. Hands appear on either side of me. Bex glances at me and then at the person behind me.

"Now, why are you here, Ruby? Didn't we agree that you trying anything like this with a stranger was dangerous?"

My body instantly sets on fire with pleasure as I hear his words. Bex's eyes widen, and a knowing look crosses her face.

"I'm getting home." She smiles and walks away, no! She was meant to talk sense into me and tell me not to do it again. She wasn't meant to leave me here, in a full-on sex club or, rather, BDSM club.