Daddy, Take Me Ch. 33-34
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This is a bit longer than others. Sorry, but…
Thanks to Kenji for his time in going through this, though. Hopefully, my ‘carriage returns’ have been seen too, though I kind of doubt it. Thanks for bearing with me. As always, thanks for the comments; good, bad or indifferent.
Chapter 33
I made it to work with plenty of time for a quick tea, before I sat in with Martin and Markus for a meeting on the progress we had made on Arabella’s design. We Zoomed Maisie in on the meeting when I realised I hadn’t called her last night. Blimey, I was in trouble, or, at the very least, been a very bad girlfriend! She reassured me with her smirk and a quiet, “So…you’ve made it to work, hmm?” her face smiling brightly. I mouthed a silent, ‘Sorry,’ and blushed.
Martin loved the new design and liked the idea of an annexe and Markus’s suggestion of a running track through part of their woods. It was all going well. I assured him my final design would be ready sooner, rather than later, and then Maisie and Markus would run through the costings with me.
When I finally returned home, I FaceTimed Maisie, apologising for my faux pas. She loved watching me squirm, but there was nothing to forgive, or so she said. We chatted for an hour, then headed upstairs to my parents’ room. Mum said I could borrow her curling iron, as mine had given up. Everyone was downstairs, so I walked into the room and headed for the shelf where, she said, it would be. I took a few minutes looking at all their various nicknacks and mementoes. I noticed two bound books on the lower shelf, both engraved with my mom’s name. I knelt down and pulled them out. I had never seen these before, not that I made a habit of snooping around their room. I brought the embossed leather books to their bed and sat. I opened the one that was printed, Chrissie, and was speechless.
Inside, I gazed upon these black and white photos of my mom…bound! What the…I thought. The photos were beautifully shot and composed, but mom was tied up in these ropes. I was, well, shocked. All the whys, whos and whens coursed through my head. Then, I recognised the ring that the, obviously male, hand was wearing. It was my…daddy! I had no idea! What the heck were they into, I thought.
I carefully turned page after page, the photos graphic, but so intensely sensuous. I was enthralled, as I looked at every page. The look on mom’s face was simply beatific. She glowed, as she was restrained in these different configurations. I had to catch my breath, so put hers down and picked up the book adorned with, ‘Emily.’
It was the same, but different. Sure, it was my mum, but not as I knew her! My moms shared the same blissful looks on their beautiful faces, obviously securely tied. There were a few where both my moms were bound together. I…I couldn’t get my head around this. I had no frickin’ idea how…kinky they were. I spent the next twenty minutes going from page to page, astonished at the beauty of them. They looked…radiated, actually. How could I possibly look them in the eye now? I wasn’t sneaking around, was I? I only came up for her curling iron…but I found these!
The longer I looked, the more these lewd thoughts swirled through my head. So, my moms were submissive, hmm? They sure didn’t act that way! I couldn’t reconcile what I was seeing with the parents I had known. I had to ask them. Calm down, Chloe. Do you really need to ask them? What if you embarrass them? These weren’t meant for my eyes, obviously, but I couldn’t very well unsee this!
I put them away, grabbed the iron and closed the door behind me. I went to my room and lay down, my breathing quickened by the strikingly erotic photos. I…I had to know.
I walked on shaky feet downstairs. My sisters were in bed already, so I had them to myself.
“Chloe? Hi. Whatcha up to?” mom asked, surprised at my appearance. “How’s Maisie’s dad doing? Better, we hope,” she smiled.
“He’s…he’s fine, ta. Getting better every week. Maisie thinks she’ll be home sooner than she thought, too,” I said.
“That’ll be lovely for you both, won’t it?” mom said. “Is…something on your mind, hmm?”
“Uhm…thanks for your curling iron, mum. I’ll pick one up this week, ‘kay?” I said, uncertain how to start the conversation…if there was even a conversation to be had!
“That’s fine, sweetie. If I need it, I know where it is,” mum smiled. “Anything else?” she asked, quizzically, watching me fidget around, knowing there definitely was something else.
“Don’t be mad, ‘kay, but when I was looking for the iron, I…I found some books that, well, I probably wasn’t supposed to see. Sorry. I wasn’t prying, but I saw them and was…curious. You know the books I’m talking about?” I asked, sheepishly.
They all turned to each other, the silence deafening. My eyes went from one to the other, trying to see who was mad and who was going to start talking.
“Chloe. Those Antep Escort are our books, right? You had no right to be snooping around our room. I’m…disappointed in you. I thought we brought you up better, but I guess not,” mom said, clearly upset at the breach of trust I had broken.
“I wasn’t, ‘kay? I just saw them and was, uhm, curious. I wasn’t snooping, all right? I would never do that. I never have, ‘kay? I was just curious,” I said again, all eyes on me. I held my breath, trying to hold back the tears that were surely coming.
“I…I love you all, you know that. I would never do anything to break your trust, all right. Sorry. I am,” and the hurt shone in my eyes. Daddy looked at me, kinder than my moms actually, but said nothing.
“Sit,” mom said, sternly. “Those are our private belongings, Chloe. We shouldn’t have to explain anything to you, right? But…to put your imagination at rest, well, that’s us…but you probably guessed that quite easily,” she laughed, easing a bit of tension in the room. “What I’m going to, uh, explain to you is private, do you understand? No one is to know, all right, not even Maisie. So…” she began, one hand in mum’s and the other in dad’s. She rolled out the story to me, my mouth agape with every revelation. She, then the others, explained shibari to me and how it helped my daddy with the stress of his job.
“It’s healthier and less expensive than drugs or alcohol, too,” mom managed to snigger. “Your mother and I have grown to enjoy it, too. Me, because of my job. It helps me the same way it helps your father. And your mum likes it just because she’s…kinky,” she laughed again, mum swatting her arm when she wouldn’t stop laughing at her joke. “Your father will tell you, it’s not about sex, Chloe. It’s about the release and mindfulness that it gives us. Sure, more often than not, we do have sex, but that’s not the purpose, okay? It’s a brilliant by-product, so…” and she laughed harder, both of them slapping her arms playfully now.
“Well it is, isn’t it?” she asked them both, neither of them offering an opinion. “Happy now?” mom asked tersely.
“Yeah. Thank you for, uh, explaining it to me. I sort of get it, I guess,” I said.
“Whether you get it or not, is not important, right? We answer to each other in this house. Just us. If it involves you, which it doesn’t and never will, we’d talk with you about it. It’s private, Chloe, and always will be so, if you have any more questions, go online, all right?” she sighed, clearly drawing a line under this conversation.
“Anything else, sweetie?” mum asked.
“There is…one more thing?” I said, my voice lower than when I started the sentence. “You know Maisie and I have this agreement, right? Well, I’ve met this client, Arabella, and she’s…amazing,” I said, all eyes aghast at my confession. “We’ve been seeing each other when I go down to her home and it’s, well, developed over the weeks. I really like her, all right, and we’ve grown close. She’s forty-three, an interior designer and gorgeous and I’m learning so much from her and we’ve grown very fond of each other,” I began, hoping my rambling mouth would shut up. The quietness of the room was disconcerting. “Maisie knows about her and has met her, well, online, but she’ll meet her soon. Would it be okay if I told her about…us? I…I think I can help her, moms. She’s at a crossroads right now. We talk, a lot, and I’d like to tell her. I trust her, ‘kay? Completely. I know she’d understand and I think it would help her, so…?” I said, and waited.
“Well, we weren’t expecting that!” mum giggled. “Are you…falling in love with her, Chloe?” mum asked.
Of fuck, I thought. Am I? I thought.
“I am….I have. And it’s not just sex, right? She’s just so…extraordinary. She treats me as me and is sort of mentoring me. What we do isn’t miles apart, actually. Now, I’m not in love with her like Maisie. It’s…different, you know? I know you may not trust my judgement after what I pulled tonight, but would you…please just consider what I’ve asked?” I said.
They all just stared at me, the room deathly quiet.
Dad, finally, said something. “Chloe, we trust you, certainly, but this is a big ask, hmm? Give us a few days to talk this over…alone, okay? I…I just don’t know right now,” he explained. “Tell me, just how much do you want to tell this Arabella about…us, hmm? Because I’ll tell you right now, your mothers and my ‘relationship’ is definitely off the table, okay? That circle is large enough and I have no intention of widening it, right? About the only thing we may be willing to consider is our being a throuple, okay? Even that we need to discuss, though,” he said, adamantly enough that even I understood where the line was.
Would he be okay if I told her about…us, though?
“Daddy…would you even consider me telling her about…us? You know, you and me?” I asked, with trepidation.
“Chloe. Antep Escort Bayan Really? Have you thought this through? That could open this whole family to a lot of trouble, don’t you think?” he vehemently said.
“How about if you were to meet her, hmm? Afterwards, would you consider it? You see, I think either she is, or wants, a relationship with her son, ‘kay? She hasn’t said as much, but I can see the signs. I want to help her, daddy. We’ve both agreed that once we tell each other our deepest secrets, we’re bound…for life. We’re serious about this. It’s not some playful fantasy, ‘kay?” I explained, hopefully.
Moms were quiet for a while, ’til mum suggested we invite her down for the day at some point. They would be able to see for themselves what she was like. Until then, that part was off the table, too. I could live with that, as it seemed that the first step was going to be okay. I’d give them a day or two and see if they were fine with, at least, telling her about my parents’ throuple life.
I trundled back upstairs to my room and FaceTimed Maisie again, just to see her and hear her voice. I told her about the conversation I just had. She was shocked, to put it mildly. I think she felt the same concerns as my parents, which didn’t surprise me. Maisie was always the more level-headed of us. She wasn’t shocked when I told her my answer when mum asked if I was in love with Arabella. My Maisie understood me, completely. She was secure enough to know it was her…and always would be.
The next several weeks flew by, and with each week, Belle and I signed off more of the design. We were getting close to finalising her project, with the first deposit due soon. Maisie and Markus were continuing to update their budget, as the plan changed.
I always spent the night at hers, ostensibly because it would make my day easier, but mainly because we craved the time we had together. Her husband made his infrequent visits home, but was always off to Singapore or God knows where.
A few days after my discussion with my parents, they agreed that I could tell Arabella about their relationship as a throuple, but that was as far as they were prepared to go…for now. If I still wanted to tell them more, they wanted to meet this mysterious woman who had such a hold on me.
On Wednesday, I excitedly drove down to hers. We were to spend the day discussing and redoing our plans. Surprisingly, she was true to her word. Work was work. Playtime, as it was, came afterwards. Not that the incessant teasing wasn’t there. God, that woman!
On that first Wednesday, she opened the oak door wearing the shortest, translucent robe I had ever seen. Her bright smile thrilled me, as I stepped in and she closed the door behind me. I grabbed her hips and hugged her, the fresh scent of spiced roses blew through my mind. I looked at my watch.
“As I don’t start work for another…thirty-five minutes,” I smiled, and pushed her against the wall, embracing and kissing her. My tongue easily slipped between her parted mouth, the kiss, soft and wet.
My hands slid between the folds of her light-turquoise robe, my hands caressing her body, and my hungry teeth biting her neck. My body slumped against hers, as I moved lower, nipping her shoulder, my mouth desperately trying to suck her full breasts into my mouth. I gently bit her nipples, her early morning moans filling the hallway.
Knowing I had time constraints I definitely had to stick to, I moved to my knees, smelling her as I leaned over, and spreading her legs, I buried my face in her muff, inhaling her morning scent. My fingers played with her warm bum, as my tongue slid through her dewy folds. Whenever I heard her throaty moans of, “Ohhh, Chloe…Darling,” my heart leapt. I lifted her leg, opening her vagine for me. Her fingers twisted through my hair, as her pelvis slowly undulated over my face. Her juices were already running down my minimally made-up face, but I didn’t care. Actually, if truth be told, I revelled in it, knowing I’d be smelling her all day, my French perfume replaced by the heavenly scent of roses and…her.
My tongue played with her pussy, thrusting inside her as far as I could. Her hidden clit peeked out, needing the desperate attention I was only too willing to give. My hands held her healthy cheeks in their hands, as I gently prodded her gaping, leaking pussy. Arabella bent her knees just so, almost squatting against the timbered wall, her hands pulling my hair with every swipe of my tongue.
When I moved my mouth to her thighs, licking her spent sap from them, I could hear her quiet grumble. My fingernails dug into her bum, showing her how much I was enjoying this interlude.
“Chloe! What…what are…you…God, Chloe…I…I…” she whined, but didn’t say ‘no’.
My tongue slowly slid up and swiped through her slippery slit, ’til I flicked her clit, and sucked. I heard her head hit the back Escort Antep of the wall with a muffled thud, as I buried my face in her, my moans sending little tremors through her gifted body. My fingers slid between her cheeks, gently prodding her relaxed hole. As my moist finger rubbed her sensitive muscle, she came, her hips thrashing out, as she spurted her morning glory over my face. Arabella humped my small face, her breath beautifully ragged and her moans permeating the ancient walls. She tried to slide to the floor, but I kept her standing, intent on swallowing her musky nectar. I surged forward knowing she wouldn’t deny me this pleasure. I licked her used pussy, still feeling her little, piercing tremors, ’til I pulled back and helped her to the floor.
Her face was red, her hair mussed up, and her fresh lipstick smeared. I wiped my hand across my mouth and rubbed it on her face, her half-hearted smile so bloody endearing. I spread my legs and shifted over hers, and cradled her head in my hands as we kissed, Belle invigorated by her taste all over me.
“That was…” she huffed, and smirked.
“It was, darling. And later…I’m going to…fuck you, hmm? Would you like that, Belle? Would you like your…little one to…fuck you?” I teased, her body shaking with every taunt.
“Ohh, my God, Chloe…I was thinking of doing the same thing to you!” she laughed, raspily.
“C’mon. Up. I have to be at work in…” I said, looking at my watch, “five minutes, ‘kay?” I smirked, and stood up, my hand extended for hers.
She giggled lightly and rose from the floor. We tenderly hugged, smelling each other, as lovers do. I straightened her messy, damp hair with my fingers, simply captivated by this woman. I grabbed my satchel and walked to the kitchen and put the kettle on, making myself at home, as she had encouraged.
“Perhaps you should go upstairs and change? We have gardens to visit today, hmm? We need to firm up your plans, Belle, so there’s no messing about today,” I said sternly. Her conceding look was so lovable. In such a short time, she had grown to know when I was submissive and when not to question my decisions. I was in charge, eight to four when working. After that, well, anything could, and would happen.
“Breakfast, darling?” I called up the stairs.
“Fruit would be lovely, sweetie,” she called down, so I prepared her a bowl with some yoghurt. I poured her juice and made her tea, all set out when she finally strode downstairs.
When she walked into the kitchen, she was a vision. Her face, still blushing from her orgasm, was beautiful, if nominally made up. She wore a delicate, white chiffon blouse, buttons undone displaying her ample cleavage. She had the tightest white jeans known to man melded to her body. I was taken aback by this creature. And she wanted, what, me? I thought. Around her neck lay a simple, but ornate, silver necklace. I walked to her slowly, trying to take her in. I lifted the necklace, purporting to look at it, but I wanted to touch her ultra-thin bra. The back of my hand wafted over her covered breast, while I looked at her necklace, a round, brilliant-white diamond shone off in the morning sun. It was exquisite, and bloody expensive, as I knew from my dad’s generous gifts to his wives.
“Give us a twirl,” I asked, hopefully. And she did, probably to tease me, more than for any fashion advice…of which she needed none!
Her ass was delectably perfect. I hoped I would look this good at forty-three. My moms still did, so perhaps I’d get those genes, too. I couldn’t help myself and slapped her tight ass. Tight was right! Momentarily, I thought of delaying our day out for a few hours, but steadfastly buried my carnal ideas. Damn!
In time, we were out. I was going to drive, but she insisted as she knew the roads and the quickest way to where we were heading. I followed her to the garage and as she lifted the door, I was dumbstruck.
“What?” she smiled.
“My…my daddy has a Porsche! Is this…yours?” I asked, incredulously.
“It is, sweetie. Do you like it? I’ve had Porsches for years. So, your, uhm, daddy has a Porsche, too?” she smirked at me.
Fuck! Why did I say ‘daddy?’ I thought.
“Uhhh, yes. Yeah, he has a lovely 911, too. He even lets me drive it sometimes. Now that’s trust! This is, what, a 2016?” I eagerly asked, my hand roaming over the unmistakably sensuous curves. I giggled, as my fingers swept over the cultured lines of the gleaming white car, hoping my faux pas had gone unnoticed.
“Close, but not bad, Chloe. It’s actually a 2013 Carrera S. So, your, uhm, daddy has one, hmm? Well, if you’re a…good girl, perhaps you can have a go in this one,” she smiled, cheekily, as we sat down in the cream-leather seats. She started the engine and smiled. The firm, yet comfortable seat melded to my body. I looked at her beaming face. Yeah, she was into this, I thought. She pulled out, not bothering to close the garage door, put the top down, set up the satnav and we headed out. Okay, this was fun, but we had serious business today. I needed her to finalise her plantings, so decided to bring her to several gardens that specialised in the ‘country’ look she was after.
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