BURNING FOR DADDY

Isabella's POV

I'd been staring at the whiskey glass for three minutes.

Four ice cubes. Dad had always used four. Said three were for amateurs, five were trying too hard. Four was perfect.

Fuck.

I tossed it into my mouth before the memory could finish forming. The burn in my throat felt good. Real. Unlike the last two months since we buried him-those months had felt like I'd been living underwater, sound muffled, movements slow, nothing quite reaching me.

Until tonight. Tonight I needed to feel something that wasn't the gaping hole where my father used to be, in my heart.

"Oh, darling. I'm so sorry."

Some asshole bumped into me, pouring his drink all over my dress. His hands went straight for my thigh, playing concerned and nice while copping a feel.

I should've cared. One year ago, I would've broken his nose.

Tonight? I just let him.

What did it matter anymore?

Charlie, the manager, swooped in like always. "That's our exclusive customer Mister. If I think you're doing what it is you're doing, you're going straight to jail."

The creep forced a small chuckle and quickly walked away.

I forced a smile. "Thanks, Charlie."

"Anytime, Isa." He looked at me, his eyes full of pity. Everyone looked at me with pity now

"You good?"

No. Dad's gone. Mom's made an announcement that she's marrying someone new in a month or two, not like I cared even if it was in two days. He was a rich man from New York.

He was going to make our lives better.

I can't sleep without seeing his face in the hospital bed. I quit stripping because I kept breaking down mid-routine and here she was grinning from ear to ear, happy and overseeing preparations. Calling it the best day of her life.

It made me wonder if she ever loved my father.

"I'm great," I lied.

He patted my shoulder softly, "Cheer up mi cariño. You'll be fine".

I wasn't an exclusive customer, but a worker here. I had worked as a stripper in this club for a year, and only sent in my resignation letter two days ago. I couldn't continue. Charlie had just always been nice to me.

"I know you've resigned cariño, but I need a favour. One of our best customers is here today, and he requested your service. If it isn't too much for me to ask...".

I smiled and set my shot glass on the counter.

"Sure. What is it?"

He motioned at a table and handed me a tray.

I took it and I went to serve him-whoever it was.

I could feel the eyes of everyone in the VIP section as I walked towards the man, placing the drink on his table. The stranger's gaze burnt into my skin despite having several eyes on me.

"You're not naked today," he stated simply, licking his lips as his eyes scanned my body.

I set the tray gingerly on the table.

"Yes, I don't work as a stripper anymore." I replied avoiding looking into his eyes, my body was on fire just through his gaze alone and I knew I wouldn't be able to resist him if he should step out of line.

"You look better with clothes on. It gives my imagination enough room to think about how it'll feel to rip the clothes off your body. How it'll feel to see you bare and naked again, just for my eyes only."

He has always made bold advances at me, since I'd begun working here, not hiding the intention that he wanted me in his bed, whether I loved him or not. On a normal day, I would have ignored him, but today was different. Today, I needed something to take my pain away, and probably having sex with him would just be the perfect thing.

"Please pour my drink for me, would you?"

I leaned over and opened the bottle with a cockscrew and then filled a glass for him. As I leaned over, I could feel the heat emanating from him and his scent enveloped me.

He smelt of jasmine and sweet citrus. Which was new and refreshing.

I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me. I could feel it. Maybe I even needed him.

So, instead of walking away, I stared boldly into his eyes, and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? I've always wondered how pleasurable it'll be to feel you inside me, maybe today is the day it happens."

He took a sip from his drink, his eyes still holding mine. He dropped it back on the table.

" I see. She's a daredevil as well".

" You have to be better than the devil in my line of work. We walk amongst them"

He grinned and reached over, caressing my thighs, slow and steady movements. The mark of a man who knew the nuances of seduction and how to offer mind-blowing pleasure.

I stood there next to him while he ran his hands all over my backside.

"The others would be wondering what I offered you to be allowed such liberty".

I turned to face him and guided his hands subtly in between my thighs. He grinned.

" Is that how bad you want it?"

"You're the one who offered Mr. Now I am asking. Touch me"

He took another sip from his whiskey and cleared his throat. He looked at a table a few metres from us where a patron was fingering a fellow stripper.

Her moans echoed in the room.

"I don't want that. When I touch you, I want to hear you moan only for me".

His words were already doing things to my body and I wondered how good he'd be in bed. I could use this to get my mind off my problems for one night.

"Fine. Since you're not interested, I suppose I'll take my leave then".

I turned and walked away from him, deliberately shaking my buttocks knowing his eyes were on me.

I got to the counter, kissed Charlie on the cheeks wishing him goodnight and headed out the door

Just as I made to hail a cab that would take me to my miserable home thinking he'd decided not to fall for my bait this night, I felt rough arms pull me against a body.

I smiled as I felt his hot breath against my neck. He reached up and squeezed my nipple, I wasn't wearing a bra.

"You can run to the ends of the earth but I'll find you. You're mine now"

Isabella's POV

I don't remember how but somehow we'd manage to get to his room and we grabbed on to each other as soon as we walked in through the door.

His hands cupped my left breast as he carried me up the stairs, while kissing me passionately. Lewd sounds left my mouth, as we explored each other's bodies.

He gently threw me on the bed, his eyes full of lust and passion, "I've waited for this day to come since the first day I saw you."

He ripped my clothes off, throwing them across the room. His tongue met my nipple in a slow and passionate lick. I felt a wet pool in my panties until I couldn't take it anymore. My fingers rushed to my clit, hoping to free it of some of the tension I was feeling.

He stopped me by holding my hands. "What do you think you're doing?"

Too hazy from pleasure, I couldn't give him a coherent answer.

"Don't touch yourself without my permission. This body belongs to me."

His words turned me on even more. I drew him closer, kissing him harder. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck, kissing gently He sucked on my boobs, fiddling and teasing.

When he went down on me, I moaned loudly in ecstasy. He shifted my panties to the side and gave my pussy a long lick, sucking and biting.

"Oh heavens. Fuck!" I exclaimed, holding his head tighter.

He lapped on my juices, until I thought he'd lick me dry, but instead, more wetness pooled out of my pussy.

When he added two of his fingers, I felt my head fill and explode. He gave me a moment to breath, before he thrusted his fingers in and out of my swollen pussy whispering erotic nothings.

"You like that don't you?" He asked.

"Hmmm," I cried out, squeezing my nipples to intensify my pleasure.

"You're such a nasty girl. You like Daddy worshipping your tight pussy. Would you like my dick too? Can you take all of my dick."

I almost screamed, "Yes," as his fingers and tongue brought me to my second orgasm for the night.

I was still in bliss when he got down from the bed to take off his pants. I got up slowly, my mind still hazy with desire and went on my knees.

"Such a naughty little girl." He smirked, as he patted my head.

His dick pointed straight at me almost poking my face. I was startled by the size of it. I knew instinctively he'd have a big dick, but I never knew it would be this massive.

I looked up at him, having second thoughts on whether it would fit inside me.

As if sensing my hesitation, he laughed. "Don't worry doll, I'll make it fit just right. Now, show me some magic with that tiny mouth of yours."

I licked it, tasting the precum oozing out of his manhood. He shivered, and his reaction encouraged me to do more.

I let my tongue linger, then slowly curled it on the tip of his dick. I made out with his tip for a few seconds, before taking the whole of him into my mouth, and sucking it like it is the sweetest lollipop I have ever tasted in my life.

"Fuck, doll! You're doing so well." He groaned.

He gripped my head gently, thrusting his dick into my mouth, while I took him. Lewd sounds filled the room, together with the sound of me gagging on his dick.

I felt so good. Way too good.

When he was about to orgasm, he drew his dick out of my mouth, and released it on my tits, and face.

He cleaned off his release from my body, before carrying me and placing me back on the bed. His eyes held mine as he spread my legs wide, lining up his dick at my entrance. I held his gaze as he slowly eased his big dick into my pussy. I felt my walls stretching to accommodate him as he pushed into me. I felt a flicker of pain, before a wave of pleasure hit me. My hands grazed his back, my nails digging into his skin as he pushed further, igniting a fire I never thought I'd experience again.

He stopped when he was all the way in, looking down at me. "Are you alright? Does it hurt? You're so tight, you feel so good."

I nodded, shifting a little, so that he could thrust inside me more freely. "You can move now."

"Good girl. So tight and wet for me." He thrusted, going slow at first, before increasing the pace.

I held onto him, gripping the sheets as he roughly thrusted into me. I felt him in places I never knew existed in my body.

"Don't hide your moans from me. Let me hear you scream."

Obediently, I allowed the sound of my pleasure to mix with the sounds of skin slapping in the room.

I couldn't comprehend anything going on around me again, he was fucking me so good. It was pure ecstacy.

He pulled out and took a nipple in his mouth while rubbing my clit with his fingers.

"You like that, don't you?" You like me fucking you to oblivion? Maybe I should just put my seed inside you, so that everyone would know you are mine and mine alone."

That should have scared me off, but I couldn't think straight. "Yes, fuck me harder. Don't stop, please." I cried out in pleasure.

He picks up his pace with his fingers , squeezing and sucking my boobs, until I hit cloud nine.

We collapsed on his bed, breathing hard. Pulling me closer, he whispered into my ear. "Next time, you'll be on top. I want you to ride me senseless"

I immediately thought of my mother and scrambled to my feet, trying to gather what I could salvage from my clothes and slip into them. I never stayed after a good hot sex.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry but I have to go. Thank you for the sex. Keep the money".

And I was out the door and racing down the staircase.

Isabella's POV

The rejection email stared right back at me as though daring me to say something.

We regret to inform you that we will not be moving forward with your application at this time.

I'd read it five times already, as if the words would rearrange themselves into something less humiliating. The New York Chronicle. My dream publication. The place where real journalists were made.

And they didn't want me.

I threw my phone across the bed and pressed my palms against my eyes until I saw stars. This was supposed to be my fresh start. New city, new life, new Isabella who had her shit together and definitely didn't make terrible decisions involving older men in strip clubs.

Except I couldn't stop thinking about him.

It had been three weeks since that night, and my body still remembered every single thing he'd done to me. The way his hands had gripped my hips. The gravelly sound of his voice when he'd whispered filthy promises against my skin. How he'd made me come so hard I'd seen stars.

Stop Isabella.

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ignore the heat stirring up in them. This was pathetic. I didn't even know his name-well, his first name.

Mr. Whatever-He-Was had walked into my life for one night and apparently decided to take up permanent residence in my head.

And other places.

My hand drifted down my stomach before I could stop myself. I was already wet just thinking about him. About the way he'd pinned my wrists above my head and told me I was his. The way his tongue had-

My phone buzzed.

I snatched it up, grateful for the interruption before I did something really stupid like touch myself in the middle of the afternoon while thinking about a man whose full name I didn't even know.

Mom was calling.

I groaned. Of course.

"What, Mom?"

"Isabella Marie Moretti, is that any way to greet your mother?"

I closed my eyes. "Hi, Mom. What's up?"

"I need you to come home this weekend."

"I can't. I'm busy."

I wasn't actually. I had exactly zero plans beyond eating Chinese takeout and wallowing in my rejection.

"Busy with what?"

"Internship stuff. Applications. You know, trying to build a career."

She scoffed and then in a low soft voice she said, "Isabella, please. I need you here. I want you to meet someone."

I rolled my eyes, "If this is about setting me up with someone-"

"It's not just that. I want you to meet my husband."

Right. The husband she'd married just almost after burying my father. The husband I'd been successfully avoiding by throwing myself into school and pretending Brooklyn didn't exist anymore.

"I'm not interested in playing happy family, Mom."

"He's a good man. And he's been asking about you."

"Great. Tell him I said hi."

"Isabella." Her voice shifted, taking on that particular tone that meant she was about to guilt trip me into oblivion. "You're all I have left. Your father is gone, and I know you're angry with me, but I'm still your mother. I'm asking you-begging you-to come home for one weekend. Just meet him and the young man I told you about. Just give me this one thing."

I bit down on my tongue so hard that I tasted blood. She always did this, always knew exactly which buttons to push.

"Mom..."

"And," she continued, her voice brightening, "I found you the perfect internship opportunity. Remember my friend Diane? Her brother runs Hartley Media Group. They're looking for interns, and I already put in a good word for you. But you'd need to come see the office, meet with him in person."

I sat up straighter. Hartley Media Group. They weren't the Chronicle, but they were legitimate. Real investigative journalism, my professors in college had hyped them. They were second best, I just didn't apply because I wanted to leave Brooklyn but this offer was too good....

"You're bribing me."

"I'm being a good mother."

"That's literally the definition of a bribe."

She laughed, and for a second she sounded like the mom I remembered from before everything in our lives crashed.

"One weekend, sweetheart. That's all I'm asking."

I looked around my dingy apartment, looked at my laptop screen still displaying that rejection email. I think I needed a detox.

"Fine. One weekend. But I'm not making any promises about this guy you want me to meet."

"That's my girl. I'll send a car for you Saturday morning."

"I can take the train-"

"The car will be there at ten. I love you, baby."

She hung up before I could argue.

I flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. One weekend. I could survive one weekend of playing nice with my mom's new husband and whoever she was trying to set me up with. Get the internship connection, put in my time, then get back to my real life.

Easy.

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The house was huge.

Mom had moved since I'd left for school-traded our comfortable family home for this ridiculous mansion in the nice part of Brooklyn.

The driver who'd picked me up (because of course she'd sent an actual driver) pulled up in the circular driveway, and I grabbed my bag before he could get the door for me.

"Thanks. I've got it."

Mom was already at the front door, practically bouncing. She looked good, younger somehow, like she'd shaved off five years in the past few months. Her hair was different. Wore a Designer dress and her smile was so bright it made me wonder if Dad made her smile like this.

"Isabella! Oh, sweetheart, let me look at you."

She pulled me into a hug, I hugged her back, hating myself a little for how much I'd missed her.

"You look thin. Are you eating?"

"I'm fine, Mom."

"Come in, come in. I have lunch ready, and-oh, he's here! Perfect timing." She grabbed my hand, tugging me through a hall. "I want you to meet him. I've told him so much about you."

I felt a weird feeling in my guts. "Mom, can I at least put my bag down first-"

"Damian! She's here!"

I heard footsteps and watched a figure emerge from what looked like a study or office.

He had dark hair with just a touch of white at the temples. Sharp jaw. Those eyes-Jesus, those eyes that had looked at me like I was something to be devoured while he'd had his hands inside me.

My head spun.

"Isabella," Mom said, beaming like she'd just won the lottery. "This is my husband, Damian Blackwell. Damian, this is my daughter."

He looked at me. I looked at him. The air between us felt really tense and charged.

His expression barely changed, but I saw the flash of recognition on his face. The shock of it all.

My mother's husband. The man she'd married. The man she glowed about and clearly adored was the same man who'd bent me over his bed and made me scream.

No way. No fucking way.