Landslide (4 page)

I was right; my dad had gone ballistic when he saw me dressed in a babydoll, pigtails and all, but fortunately it had been after Maxwell had seen me. Although it was from across the room, I was able to see the primal look in his eyes, and I knew he wanted me again.

I’d pretended to leave the party, but slipped upstairs to Maxwell’s room, instead. It was easy to find, as the walls were covered with pictures of him on various sports teams, and the dressers were lined with trophies. He really had been an All-American boy.

I sat on his bed, wondering how many girls he’d fucked in here, until I finally got the nerve to text him.

Five minutes later, he was standing in the doorway, a grin on his face.

“Hi, Daddy,” I said, matching his smile.

“Hello, little one. Is that any way to greet Daddy? Get over here and get on your knees, then say hello properly.”

It was what I’d been waiting to hear, and with a click of his lock, he began removing pieces of the gladiator costume he’d been wearing.

I walked over to him and dropped to my knees, licking my lips in anticipation. Staring up at him as each item came off, I groaned as he dropped the last piece, showing me his amazing shaft.

He slid his cock into my mouth, and I began to lick and suck with earnest.

“Daddy likes your tits, little girl,” he growled, reaching into my top and squeezing my breasts. “So good
…
the way your mouth moves over my cock.”

He held me there and fucked my face until he came down my throat. My pussy was slippery with anticipation of what would come next, and he didn’t disappoint. Placing me in the center of his bed, he held onto my pigtails and fucked me hard and fast from behind. So hard I had to bite on the pillow to keep from screaming out.
 

After he’d come, I stood to get dressed. I bit my lip in embarrassment at the small puddle I’d left on his bed, but he just smiled.

We turned away from each other to put our costumes back on in awkward silence. When I’d finished, I turned around to find him staring at me. “Awww, hell no. Your dad is right.”

I furrowed my brow as he went to his closet. “Here. Go as a football player,” he said as he handed me his high school jersey. I didn’t see what the big deal was, but I slid it over my head anyway. It came down to mid-thigh.

He ran his hand through his hair. “Fuck, you look even sexier, only now it looks like I’ve just fucked you.”

I giggled. “You did just fuck me.”

“I’d prefer everyone downstairs didn’t know that.”

His words stung a little. It made sense, but it hurt to hear it.

I didn’t need his charity anyway. “You should get back to the party. I have somewhere else to go, anyway,” I said, peeling off his jersey and handing it to him.

Before he could say a word, I left his room and slipped out the back of the house. I had considered calling Mark, who’d asked me to go to a party with him, but in the end, I didn’t.

I didn’t blame Senator Joseph, but I couldn’t handle the rejection again. Going back to my original plan from the Fourth of July, I vowed that if he wanted me, he’d have to be the one to initiate our next encounter.

Ironically, that’s just what he did. I’d gone home to spend Thanksgiving with my dad, needing a break from the dorms anyway. I thought it would be a quiet weekend spent in sweats and reading a novel, until my dad announced that the Senator was coming to dinner.

Chapter 3

I walked up the creaking front steps of Carter’s place, bottle of wine in one hand and a homemade pumpkin pie in the other.

“Hey, Max,” Carter said, opening the door. “Come on in. Grab a beer from the fridge. The first of the games is about to start.”

I walked into his kitchen and grabbed a beer. It was nice to just be Max here—to take a break from the day-to-day pressure of being a Senator. While here with Carter, I fetched my own beer, got my own food, and just got to be an everyday guy. It was half of the reason I’d accepted his invitation to come to Thanksgiving at his house this year. Dinner at my parents’ would have been wonderful, but they had invited nearly twenty people—all somehow connected to politics—forcing me to play the good senator all day. Here, I could just relax, drink beer, yell at the game on television, and perhaps toy with Mackenzie.

She
was the second reason I was here. Being the only daughter of my best friend and political advisor, warning bells should have been blaring, but one glance at her, and I was unable to resist. Nobody else would have been able to, either. The problem was that I hadn’t gotten my fill the first time, nor the next two times we’d met. I was left wanting more, and I hoped to change that this weekend.

Carter, though a brilliant man, was clueless as to the role his daughter played in my fulfilling sex life. Yes, he knew about my
preferences—how I preferred them on the younger side and how I liked to tie them up and spank them—but he had no idea that his daughter was the star of every dream and every self-gratification session I’d had for the past five months.

He’d even inquired as to why I hadn’t requested the services of any women recently. I told him that I’d been busy, and that I’d found a bit of my own action here and there. I couldn’t very well tell him that since I’d been with his daughter, I didn’t want anyone else. He’d warned me to be careful, as a scandal could ruin me. If only he knew how big the scandal would be if things got out.

I sat down on the couch just as the National Anthem started to play through the speakers of the TV. As the song ended and the fireworks exploded in the sky, I allowed my mind to travel back to the past Fourth of July. It had been a really hot day for a city like San Francisco, and the two parades I was in were long and excruciatingly boring. You can only sit in the back of a car and wave and fake smile for so long before you start to fantasize about a reenactment of the JFK shooting to just put you out of your misery.

The day hadn’t gotten any better, and the evening “barbeque,” had none of the things I looked forward to at a barbeque, like a cold beer and a nice big juicy burger. It was full of pompous people all trying to get a minute with the good senator…none actually caring about me, just my position.

To make matters worse, when I’d been with Mackenzie on my birthday, she had implied that she would see me on the Fourth of July. While I’d seen Carter several times that day, I hadn’t seen her. I even managed to ask Carter where she was, and he replied, “Kids,” with a roll of his eyes.

It was nearly time for the fireworks to start when a waiter walked up and handed me a note. I opened it, knowing that it would be from her.

I’m on the roof, Daddy,
was all it said.

I tried to slip away unnoticed, walking as calmly as possible to the elevator. Taking it as high as it would go, I then climbed the last flight of steps that would lead me to the roof.

When I opened it, I was surprised to find that it was covered with grass and had quite a few trees and other shrubbery. Apparently, this was one of those new “green” buildings that were popping up all over the place.

“Baby?” I called out softly.

“I’m right here, Daddy,” she answered, stepping out from behind a nearby plant. She was entirely nude, with the exception of a pair of black Mary Jane’s and knee socks.

“Daddy missed you, little girl.”

She walked over to me without a sound and started to play with the buttons on my shirt.

“Can I make it up to you?” she asked seductively as she quickly glanced up at me.

“Yes, you can—and you will—but first, I’m going to punish you for making me wait all day.  Now, be a good girl for Daddy. Bend over and hold on,” I instructed, motioning to a nearby bench.

It was perfect timing because the fireworks had just started. One large, long firework after another detonated in the dark sky above, and each time there was an explosion, I spanked her ass. By the time the grand finale started, her ass was a bright pink color, and her pussy and thighs were soaked. I used the echoing noise of the fireworks to my advantage and, lining myself up with her dripping pussy, I fucked her hard. She screamed, but I kept pounding into her, trying desperately to satiate the intense need I felt. I still hadn’t had my fill, even after coming so much; I was shocked the condom I was wearing hadn’t burst.

Halloween was nearly as bad when I had agreed to attend a party my mother was throwing. I had no idea whether Mackenzie would be there or not, so I was pleased when she showed up wearing the skimpiest babydoll costume I had ever seen. She wore the same black Mary Jane’s she had on the Fourth, but this time she had little white ankle socks with lace frills. Her outfit was a short white nightie that barely covered her ass cheeks, the top so low cut that anyone could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her hair was up in two pigtails and she had a pacifier strung around her neck, lying right between her breasts. I thought I would go certifiably insane if I had to stare at her wearing it all night. It turns out Carter beat me to it and told her to change or go home. She huffed out of the party, apparently unwilling to change. The costume had been hot—well, what little I’d gotten to see of it before she had to leave. I wanted to spend more time with her…looking at her, but I couldn’t blame Carter.

About ten minutes later, I was still sulking that she’d left when I got a text.

Daddy, I was a naughty girl. I’m in your room, sitting on your bed.

I snuck away from the party and headed up to my old bedroom. There, sitting on my bed, was my little girl…waiting for me.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.

“Hello, little one. Is that any way to greet Daddy? Get over here and get on your knees, then say hello properly.”

She was kneeling before me in an instant, and while staring at all of my high school memorabilia scattered around my old room, I slid my throbbing cock into her warm little mouth. My hands moved inside the front of her flimsy costume and I grabbed ahold of her pert little breasts, squeezing them tightly as I began to fuck her face.

“Daddy likes your tits, little girl,” I growled as she increased her suction. “So good…the way your mouth moves over my cock.”

She hummed as she continued to suck me deep into her mouth, and I continued to pull and tug on her tits. It wasn’t long before I was swelling in her mouth and filling her throat with my come. Listening first to her gulp, and then watching her pink little tongue lick her swollen lips, got me hard again instantly. I didn’t waste any time in rolling on a condom and taking her to my bed to fuck the daylights out of her. There was something about pulling on those cute little pigtails and pounding into her hot little body from behind, that had me coming into her tight pussy in mere minutes.

That was nearly a month ago, and I hadn’t been able to go a single day without thinking of her. The only two things that bothered me about each of our illicit
encounters were that
she
initiated them, and
she
decided when they ended. Yes, I loved strong, intelligent women. In fact, I was extremely attracted to smart, independent, very young women. They were all the more fun to have on their knees licking my feet, or tied up and spanked, or dripping with my come after being thoroughly fucked. I got off on controlling them. Yes, I know a therapist could spend a year on that last sentence alone.

In the past, I’d known what I’d wanted with my pets, and they had all been extremely willing and able—bought and paid for—but Mackenzie was different. She didn’t have to submit
or play by my rules, and that little detail made me want her more than anything I'd ever wanted. With Mackenzie, I knew I would have to work harder, so instead of leaving it to chance, I had planned this weekend down to the very last detail. I knew she was here because I’d seen her car in the driveway, so all I had to do was wait for that little vixen to show herself. Waiting was
always
the hardest part.

Chapter 4

I’d spent the day mentally preparing for his arrival, reminding myself of how it had ended in his room on Halloween. I wasn’t so pigheaded that I’d refuse
him; I just wouldn’t make the first move. I had already decided he’d have to come to me, and he had, but he’d have to initiate things, too. When we were alone, I’d give myself to him as his little girl—if he even wanted that anymore—but the rest of the weekend, I’d just be myself. Whatever happened, the ball was in his court.

When I heard him arrive, my heart began to beat wildly in my chest. My hands got sweaty and I had to resist the urge to run down the stairs and immediately jump on him. I at least wanted to preserve a
bit
of my dignity.

I’d purposely chosen to wear jeans and a tank top with a hoodie over it so that he didn’t think I was dressing up for him. I planned to keep today light and platonic. He would eat dinner with us and then be gone in a few hours, anyway, and I probably wouldn’t see him again for
months
.

I walked down the stairs quietly and saw him in the living room watching the game with my dad. He was sitting on the couch with his back to me, playing with his bottle of beer. His finger slid in circles around the rim, making me think of the way he’d done that to the puckered rim of my ass the first time we’d had sex. When he dipped his finger into the bottle
head, I had to stifle a whimper, but when he repeatedly slid his finger in and out of the bottle, I couldn’t look away.

He seemed to turn in slow motion before his eyes locked with mine. “Well, hello there, Mackenzie,” he said in a voice much too calm in comparison to my wildly beating heart. Our eyes remained locked, and it felt like he could see into my soul. I felt small and vulnerable, as if I were laid out before him so he could see every aspect of me—very much like the little girl he liked me to portray.

I tore my eyes from his for a split second to glance down at his hand. He was still moving his finger in and out of the beer bottle slowly. When I dared to look back at his face, he smirked at me, knowing exactly what I was thinking.

My cheeks flushed a pink that travelled down below the neckline of my hoodie. I had to regain control of myself…be the confident Kenzie that I was at school, and
not
turn into a blubbering, nonsensical mess. Clearing my throat to regain composure, I calmed myself enough to speak.

“Hello,” I said as steadily as I could, so as not to show my emotions.

“Hey, Kenz, can you grab me another beer?” my father asked suddenly, looking away from the game for a brief moment to catch my eyes.

“Um, can I get you anything, Senator?” I asked, the double entendre causing me to blush again.

“No, thank you. If I want something, I know I can just get up and take it.”

I glanced over at my
father, sure he would have thought that an odd response, but he was too engrossed in the game to have even noticed.

“God damn Cowboys!” he yelled at the screen, apparently oblivious to what his friend had just implied.

I used the retrieval errand to regain my composure, and after delivering the cold beer to my dad, I kept to the kitchen, preparing our Thanksgiving dinner.

Not only had we planned to eat
between
games, but my dad wanted to have the meal in the living room so we didn’t have to miss anything. In the end, however, Maxwell convinced him that the three of us should eat at the dining room table, even if we ended up missing the start of the second game.

My dad carved the turkey while Maxwell uncorked the bottle of wine he brought, grabbed three glasses, and started to pour.
 

“Hey now, you're not corrupting minors there, are you Senator?” my dad joked.

“Oh, I forget. Mackenzie just seems so grown up, but she’s just a little girl, isn’t she?” Maxwell joked back.

“I wish. I don’t even want to know what goes on at that college she goes to…but she is underage, so no wine for her.”

“I’m right here,” I reminded them petulantly. “And I’m not
that
young.”

“Don’t remind me. I hate that she’s growing up. You should have seen me the first time a boy came over to take her on a date.”

“Dad, please.” I knew I was bright red; I couldn’t help it. I wished he would just stop talking and eat.

“This sounds like a good story,” Maxwell goaded him. “Do tell…”

My dad didn’t need much encouragement. “This kid, some Bradley, or Benjamin…”

“Brian,” I supplied, though I don’t know why I was encouraging him.

“Yeah, Brian. Well, anyway…this kid shows up with a fucking ring in his eyebrow, and he thinks he’s going to take Kenz out?”