Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

RENEE

'Yes, Dylan, fuck me harder.'

'You like it when I fuck you hard?'

'Oh yesssss... Oh yesssss Dylan...'

I shut my eyes tightly, a whimper escaping my lips as I tried to block the taunting memories in my head. The memory was clear as day.

Even as I closed my eyes now, I was hit with the illicit image of Dylan, my longtime boyfriend of four years, cheating on me with a blonde-haired bimbo in our bed.

I'd found him fucking her on the bed we shared for years in our joint apartment. When I arrived home, the first thing I saw when I stepped into the building were clothes flung haphazardly, strewn around in the living room.

Following the trail, picking up the bra and panties I'd seen on the way, I kept trying to tell myself that my worst nightmare was not about to happen. But then I heard screams and pleasure-filled echoes coming from my room, and I froze. Our room... Instantly, the steady pounding of my heartbeat increased, my chest tightening as a tear found its way down my cheek.

Soft moans had drifted through the apartment, along with the small creaky sounds of our rickety old bed, and at first I stood like a statue, unmoving. The shock had my whole body paralyzed, and my jaw dropping, I stood close to the slightly open door, desperately looking for the courage to peek inside the room.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly, and after a while, my breathing steadied itself as I inhaled once more. I placed my hand on the doorknob, and after peeping into the room, my eyes met with the worst and most shocking sight.

Dylan hadn't noticed my presence as he'd been so deeply engrossed in the sexual activity, and as for the woman with him, she was busy stroking her clit, her moans loud and throaty. She continued to urge Dylan as he pumped in and out of her pussy while I watched, and that's when I'd lost it..

"Shit!" I cursed, the tears at the back of my eyes drying up and my lids opening instantly. What the hell was wrong with me? I was already getting wet imagining them together. Now I was ashamed and embarrassed.

The drinks I'd been having since I stepped into this bar with Nicole were getting to my head I blinked twice, pushing away the image of Dylan's cheating ass, and instead, I chugged the whiskey down my throat, grimacing bitterly at the harsh burn.

I was heartbroken, sad, and fucking horny as hell. I now hated my meek and holy lifestyle. If I'd been bratty, surely I would've gotten someone to fuck the shit out of me. That would've probably cleared my head of all the memories of Dylan. But I had no one.

I didn't have a fling or a hook-up, as I'd been faithful to Dylan all these years.

Even though I was at a bar, I wouldn't say I liked the idea of picking a random stranger to go home with and never see again. I would be a 'slut.' That's what Dylan called me when he'd finished fucking that woman, and they'd caught me staring.

Without a slightest bit of remorse on his face, Dylan had given me an evil smirk and told me right to my face that he'd done everything on purpose because I didn't satisfy him sexually. What a prick!

While he was dressing up casually, he'd bluntly told me that I'd been neglecting him by working my ass off day and night and not making time for him.

His words went; thus, 'I'm sorry you had to see this, Renee. But I wanted you to. I've been sex-starved these past few weeks, and you did nothing about it. Even after I complained! So, I had to look for an alternative and satisfy myself. Dare I say she did well, and I hope this teaches you a lesson, you slimy slut. I still love you, but I can't continue jerking off every morning in the shower when I have a girlfriend who....'

He'd continued spewing trash, and it'd taken all my strength not to walk over to where he was and smack him square and hard in the face. But I composed myself.

At first, I didn't give him the reaction he was expecting, as I kept mute, and disappointment had flashed in his blue eyes. As for the stupid bitch by his side, she was still lying on the bed. She stared at me with a haughty look while rubbing her tits, her legs wide open, and slowly stroking her clit with her legs wide open.

A tear had fallen from my face at long last and clutching my purse without so much as a word, I whirled around and scampered out of the house, humiliation and disgrace coursing through me. Now....

"Oh Renee, don't tell me these tears streaming down your face are still because of that self-centered, egotistical prick?" Nicole, my best friend asked, and I just sighed sadly.

I didn't even know what to say. I drowned my sorrow with another drink and mumbled bitterly with red-rimmed eyes, "I can't stop thinking about it, Nicole. I loved him. I could see my future with him and-"

"Oh, stop this, Renee. You're making me ashamed right now." Nicole cut in.

I ignored her and continued, "It hurts so much, Nicole. I can't fathom being with a man other than Dylan. He was my first love, for goodness' sake! He took my virginity, and he was my first in everything. We loved each other so much, and-"

"And he still cheated on you? Oh, get your act together, girl. I dragged you here to have fun. Not to mope around." Nicole slurred, a bubbly laughter escaping her throat, and her mockery only intensified my pain.

I knew she didn't mean any harm, but the words hurt. "His reason is just so absurd, you know." After a brief silence descended between us, coughing as I spoke, I began to say again, "He told me he broke up with me because I rarely slept with him. Can you imagine? He said I wasn't giving him enough of my time and... Dylan knows how hard I work to provide for myself and my sick mother. He knows how hard I've been looking for a stable job since leaving college and how I've been saving up so hard but still, he had to blame me for being-" I gurgled as Nicole forced a cherry into my mouth, telling me to shut up without words.

I shot her a bitter look.

"You know what? You can't keep being like this. It's been two days since you caught the motherfucker cheating, and you've been crying like a kid. He might be fucking another blonde bimbo now or a brunette beauty while you're here bawling your eyes out. Man up, bitch!"

The thought of Dylan moving on or sleeping with another lady brought a bitter taste to my mouth, and I grimaced. "I just don't know what to do and-"

"Oh, I know the best therapy for you! For us, actually!" Nicole announced, a smile on her face and her eyes twinkling mischievously.

I slurped, gulping back the vomit threatening to spill out of my throat. My head felt wobbly and heavy, and my body was shaking. But still, I kept drinking, intent on doing anything that would take my mind off Dylan.

"What do you say about a vacation?"

"A vacation? Nicole, I don't have that much money to-"

"This one's completely free, Renee. I got two tickets to a beach festival in Miami. It's an expense-paid trip with free rooms, food, and Wi-Fi. I've been keeping it a secret. I wanted to tell you at a better time, but I guess I have to tell you now. What do you think about it?"

For a while, I kept drinking the strong whiskey with my face upturned as I considered Nicole's proposal.

I had so much work to do and money I needed to raise. But this vacation offer was tempting, and the opportunity wouldn't come again. I had to go.

"What do you say, Renee?" Nicole half yelled, raising her voice due to the booming music in the bar.

I stared at the funny expression on her face and chuckled softly. "Answer me, Renee! Stop keeping me in some goddamn suspense," Nicole said again, and this time I gave a curt nod. "I want to hear your answer. Come on! Miami is filled with so many hot guys. You might get lucky and even hook up with one. He could be your rebound. Get your pussy drilled so hard you never think about Dylan again, and-"

Was I going there to meet hot guys or to have fun? Before Nicole could finish, I answered, "Yes! Yes! Let's go on the freaking trip! Let's do this!" I then proceeded to vomit uncontrollably amidst Nicole's startled scream.

"What the hell did you do? Renee!" Nicole yelled, her hand patting my back as I kept vomiting and she looked around, desperately trying to call for help.

I'd made a mess all over the floor of the city's most popular dance club and I wouldn't even be surprised if we were thrown out eventually.

However, all I could think about was our short vacation to Miami, and a giddy feeling coursed through me.

"Oh goodness gracious, Renee." Nicole muttered, calling my name for the umpteenth time and dragging me up simultaneously.

As I straightened, I locked gazes with her, and as if on cue, we both began to laugh uncontrollably... Oh well!

RENEE

"Apply the sunscreen all over your body. Don't leave a part dry. We're staying at the beach all through the afternoon, and we won't be back till...."

I rolled my eyes, my hands clumsily massaging my skin while I tried to obey my best friend's orders. Finally, we were in Miami, ready to enjoy ourselves.

With Nicole's persistence and support, I was able to muster my courage and go back to the apartment I shared with my cheating ex-boyfriend to get my stuff. Luckily, he was not at home when I went there, and so I just left him a goodbye note.

I didn't care about the money or refund he owed me since I wasn't staying all through the rental period and the groceries we'd bought together, I left it all for him. I was turning over a new leaf, just like Nicole suggested, and I was intent on seeing it through.

Also, I'd cut all ties with him by erasing his information from my phone and blocking him on all my social media accounts. I knew I had to move on with my life, and slowly I was embracing this new step.

I was now single. Nicole was also single, and together the both of us decided to enjoy life to the fullest. Starting from the moment we left for the vacation in Miami, we would forget all our worries and focus solely on ourselves. Doing each and everything that would bid well for us.

Today was our second day and so far, my experience has been satisfying. Ever since I'd stepped down from the train and inhaled the fresh air and breeze in this new city, I felt refreshed and hopeful. I was going to have fun, irrespective of whatever or whomever and I was so grateful to Nicole for persuading me into going on this trip.

"You look damn stunning, girl." Nicole whistled, standing behind me by the full-length mirror in our tiny motel room and I grinned happily.

My eyes inspected the nearly see-through outfit I had on. "Well, last night I was acting too shy at the beach party, so today I decided to be bolder. That's why, I'm going for something more daring."

"Well, this is more than daring bitch. You look hot." Nicole chimed in, her jaw dropping open at the same time.

A blush crept up my cheeks. The little powder and makeup I'd applied earlier did well in concealing my embarrassment.

Turning back to the mirror, I once again appraised my outfit. I'd worn a large hat, a see-through woolen wrap skirt, and a bra top. My curves were on full display, and with the line of my panties accentuating my assets, I did look hot, just like Nicole confirmed, and the realization had me swallowing heavily. I was not so voluptuous, but still, I was curvy.

With large breasts and hips that went on for days, I could easily describe myself as an hourglass. I had everything necessary to make a man go crazy, and once again, I wondered why Dylan had cheated on me.

The saying 'nothing can keep a man except one who wanted to be kept' was all too true and I believed it now, especially. I was curvier than that bitch he'd been in bed with. I was even prettier. But still, he'd-

"Hey, Renee..." Nicole interrupted my thoughts, waving her hands in front of my face and I shook my head, blinking twice, and returning to reality. "I've been talking to you, but you're ignoring me. What's in your head, girl? Don't tell me you're thinking about that good for nothing...."

"No!" I answered quickly, lying through my teeth. "I'm not thinking about him at all, Nicole. He's the past, and this is the present."

"Then why didn't you r-"

"I was staring at my beautiful body." I winked, doing a little twirl and grabbing Nicole's hands, I added, "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Nicole didn't believe me by the look on her face, but I wasn't divulging more information, that's for sure. Gripping her wrist, I dragged her toward the room's exit, and then we left for the beach.

~•~

The sun was scorching this afternoon, burning heavily, and now I was grateful to Nicole for forcing me to wear sunscreen before coming out. I would've burned if I'd disobeyed her and done as I pleased.

As I remembered my very delicate skin, I shuddered, thinking about the red patches that would have been on my skin had I refused to obey my best friend's suggestions.

Stretched on a lounge chair, my sunglasses atop my pert nose, I was sunbathing and tanning beautifully. I was all alone as Nicole had gone to talk to some random stranger she'd met. I wasn't in the mood to make small talk, so being here was convenient.

Yawning slightly, I winced slowly, my hands going to my dry, parched throat, and I hissed softly in pain. The tropical fruit juice I'd gotten earlier was almost finished, and my mouth was burning up already.

"Dang it!" I cursed inwardly, slowly getting up from the chair and putting on my mini flip-flops.

I then decided to refill my drink and come back to rest. I went to the mini snacks shop and requested an order. I paid, and just as I was about to leave, I heard a deep baritone behind me.

"I'll have what the lady is having, please. Two cups." I stepped back, wanting to leave, but I was trapped. The stranger was behind me, keeping me in between him and the bar counter.

His cool breath fanned my neck, making the hair on my neck stand at attention. I gulped nervously, about to say something. Still, I couldn't speak, because the veiniest hands I'd ever seen stretched forward, placing stacks of dollar bills on the counter. Those hands... looked so strong.

I could only imagine the face behind such vein-scorched wrists.

"You can keep the change." The voice from behind me said again, and then there was some shuffle like he was trying to give me some space.

Luckily, I was right because he wasn't behind me when I took a step back, and swirling around, intent on seeing the rather prude stranger, I opened my mouth to say something.

"Damn!" I mumbled softly to myself.

Whatever crude remark I'd been thinking flew away the instant I set my eyes on him, and heat wafted through my cheeks as I blinked again and again.

Standing in front of me, with a wink and sneaky smile, was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. If 'sin' were human, then he'd be the embodiment of it effortlessly. That was the first word that came to mind as soon as I caught a full glimpse of his face. It was unlike any other I'd ever seen.

His eyes were like two deep hypnotic oceans, intense and sharp, with an unreadable glint. I could undoubtedly lose myself in them, this I knew. His face was also an example of perfection. I'd been taught that everyone was excellent in different ways. But this man right here took the definition of that word to a completely different level. His lips were an enticing shade of pink, and the fact that it was stretched in a sneaky smirk had my insides melting into a gooey mess.

My thighs clenched at the same time, and I was seemingly drowning in this hulk of a man. He looked like he was in his late thirties with his broad shoulders and veiny hands. Fuck it, he was handsome. Literally, physically and in every other way.

A grin bubbled across his face when he spoke up, and my trance was cut short instantly.

"Hello. You seem quite enraptured? Is there anything you'd like to say to me?"

RENEE

What an egotistical prick! This statement left my lips the second he said those words.

The thought enveloped me as his deep blue eyes entrapped me while I stared at him unabashedly. 'I seemed pretty enraptured. Was there anything I'd like to say to him?'

I twisted his questions and thought to myself, was there anything I'd like to say to him?

There was so much I'd like to mumble, maybe up close in his ears, my breasts brushing his chest, and my hands grazing the stubble on his chin.

He quirked his brows as I took a small step back, embarrassed at being caught staring. I shook my head, trying to discard the illicit thoughts in my head.

He placed his right elbow on the nearby counter, a clear indication that he wasn't leaving anytime soon and that he intended to talk to me. His lips were still stretched in that sneaky smirk that did things to my insides, and I swallowed heavily.

Damnit! I couldn't stop looking at him.

When I couldn't look away, I realized this was the first man I was feeling attracted to in years other than Dylan. 'Was this a good thing or not?' I pondered, my eyes roaming over him.

I dragged my gaze from his sinful as fuck face to his chest, and I saw that he had on a white shirt that he filled out amazingly. A small chest tattoo peeked through and I imagined how he'd look naked, my curiosity unstoppable, as different thoughts took over.

He wore black shorts, and his legs were so virile and robust. He was so muscular, ripped, and handsome that once again I began to imagine how he'd look sprawled on the bed with nothing on.

The grip of my hand on my cup tightened, and I took a small gulp of the tropical drink, soothing my parched throat.

"You're not saying anything, baby girl?" His deep husky voice broke through the steamy silence between us, and pleasure rippled through me at what he called me.

I felt goosebumps on my skin, and I could tell my cheeks were burning bright red.

Baby girl... My mind began to wander and as my eyes closed briefly, I imagined myself on all fours, with this heavily built man behind me, plowing the insides of my pussy.

At intervals, he'd call me baby girl, his veiny hands snaking around my waist and his vast fingers finding the folds of my pussy, stroking it. At the same time, I would scream and come undone, his name leaving my mouth as I reached my orgasm. He would finger fuck me, bring me to the edge, satisfying me so much. He was older than me. This was a bonus point for my illicit thoughts because it meant he'd be experienced and...

"Baby girl..." He called out, interrupting my sex-fused reverie, and I blinked twice.

I felt a warm sensation ripple through me, and biting my lower lips unconsciously, I began to feel hot.

"Oh, when you bite your lips like that?" He groaned animalistically, and before I knew what was happening, he took a step forward and brought his fingers to my lips, caressing gently.

"What-" I started to say, but he shushed me, a grin on his lips.

He brushed my lips with his fingers, his hands going to my wavy strawberry-blonde hair, and he caressed it gently too. "I guess the first thing I should ask would be your name, right?" He asked.

"My name is Renee, and you?" I blurted out.

"Hmmmn... Renee." A deep growl emanated from his lips as he brushed my hair softly.

"Such a lovely name." Sweat broke out all over me, and I shuddered slowly with my breathing coming in small, rapid pants. "I'm Robert. Robert Clarke. We can keep the rest of the introductions for later. You're shaking. Are you horny?" He asked sharply, catching me off guard and I let out another flustered breath.

My eyes shifted and I looked around , wondering if anyone had heard him ask that question. Luckily for me, no one seemed to be nearby. The man who'd served us earlier was nowhere to be found, and the whole place was a bit rowdy, with everyone minding their business. No one seemed to be looking at us, and a wave of relief filled me instantly.

"Are you horny, Renee?" Robert asked again.

Still flushed, I lied through my teeth, "No!"

The curves of his lips broke into another wide grin as if making a mockery of me. He knew I was lying.

"Your breathing is shallow, and you're shaking softly...." His fingers left my hair, and he began stroking my cheek. "Your legs are trembling, and I'm sure your black panties are already wet. Your plump lips keep begging me for a kiss because you're biting them unconsciously. I'm not a mind reader, but I know you crave something I can give you."

"Fuck!" I blurted out, cursing under my breath as I tried to take a step back, wanting some space between us, but he gripped my shoulders, entrapping me and not letting go.

"You desperately want a man's touch. You want me to touch you, and I assure you I will do that. I would take you to places you've never seen, baby girl... You need to trust me."

"You... you... are... You're a stranger. I... I don't want to...." I stammered defensively, still trying to leave, but he wasn't letting go, and for some weird reason, I liked that he wasn't.

I liked how he dominated me in this public place.

"So meek and shy, exactly my type," Robert said again, his eyes twinkling and my thighs clenched involuntarily. "I would like to fuck you." He said, not mincing words. "You might think I'm crude or blunt, but since I saw you, I couldn't think of anything other than drilling your tight hole. You know... I've been watching you since I saw you at the beach with your friend yesterday."

"You've been stalking me? Are you a pervert or wh-"

"Come with me." He said, cutting me off and taking a step backward, he then stretched his hand toward me.

"I should come with you, to where? Hell, I don't even know who you are!" I almost yelled, stopping myself at the last second.

'What the hell is wrong with you, Renee? You're attracted to this man. Why not go for it, and have the time of your life? Nicole is already off with a stranger enjoying herself, and you want to keep being meek and holy? Why don't you accept this offer? Why don't you be with this insanely hot as fuck man? Do you want to miss this offer of a lifetime?' I could hear my inner voice urging me on, and I flushed, my face gleaming red as I thought it over.

"Don't worry, baby girl, I won't bite." Robert said again.

Maybe, I needed to take him up on his offer. What was the worst that would happen? I knew he'd satisfy me well, so what? Dylan was already having fun, but here I was contemplating and thinking like a moron. Now I had an opportunity, but I was letting it go to waste. No!

This man had been watching me. He might have even come to buy the drinks on purpose so he could talk to me. He was making an effort, and it was so sexy.

"I need to tell my friend that I won't be coming back to our room. She's..."

"Take your time, princess." He said softly, kissing my knuckles and I gave him a warm smile, suddenly feeling free with him.

His little gestures and flirtatious winks turned me on, and now my nipples were hard as a rock already. Pftttt...

Taking my phone out from the little pouch bag strapped to my waist, I quickly sent Nicole a text, telling her that I was off to some shenanigans with a very handsome stranger and a smile on my lips, I giggled slightly when her text came through.

Nicole: Damn girl, who is he? I want all the freaking details, ma'am.

Me: Of course ma cheríe.

I texted back and quickly dropped my phone back in my purse, even though it chimed with a response from her again.

"Are you ready?" Robert asked, coming close and brushing my hair softly.

I nodded shyly, batting my eyelashes as I stared at the floor-anywhere but at him.

"Okay, then." He whispered and placing his hands on my shoulders, he gently began to steer me out of the small hut-like building.

"What about your drinks?" I asked.

"I have something better than some tropical fruit juice. I want to taste you, sweet girl. And not that..." He trailed off, flirting excessively with me, and I blushed all over.

However, as we walked, I kept asking myself over and over if I was doing the right thing.