Anna had left Jeff alone. A sinister feeling haunted her throughout the day. He claimed to be sick but she was weary of his distant mood. Her worry died down when she returned home and saw his car in the driveway. She came in and set her purse and keys on the table.
Jeff sat in his chair, swaddled in a blanket. He was cold after burning up all day. Nothing was really wrong with him, he was just fighting the pangs that came and went without getting drunk or high. He had already had a drink, but he craved another. Her sweet warm smile heated a part of his cold sweats.
"Hey," he coughed out a greeting.
"Hey, Daddy," Anna casually waved, slipping her shoes off at the door.
Jeff smirked, taken back by the taboo title coming freely from her glossy lips. He chuckled at her playful hop down the hall, then focused on the television, finding no humor in Seinfeld.
Anna returned and he looked up to find her in a tight pair of lavender shorts and black crop top. He watched her paddle around the kitchen with no socks, opening cabinets and rummaging through the fridge for a snack.
"Do you want something to eat?" Anna walked back to him with a protein bar in her hand.
Jeff didn't mean to hold a scowl, but his mouth refused to submit to a smile, "I'm not hungry."
Anna touched his shoulder and slowly dragged her fingertips up his nape. Healed by her presence beside him, he relaxed.
"You look sick," she remarked, dampening his mood.
Jeff hated that his addiction was getting the best of him and took a deep breath to find the strength he knew he had.
"What's wrong, Daddy?"
There it came again, and his lips finally gave in to a smile. She moved in front of him. He grabbed her hard and placed her on his lap. Dropping his arm across her waist, he kissed her cheek and rocked her for his comfort.
"How was your day?"
"It was okay. I redid a test today."
"What were the results?"
Anna shook her head, embarrassed to say she failed, "Not good."
"Must have been rigged." Jeff rubbed her head, slowly losing his craving from her embrace.
"No," she pouted, "I'm just stupid."
With a quicker than expected shift, Jeff grabbed her throat and dragged her head back against his chest, "You don't talk about my wife like that, do you hear me?"
Anna gasped for air and shuffled on his hard-on pushing against her ass. Indeed, turned only by his aggressive praise, she reached for his arm. He released his hold and shoved his hand into her leggings. Bypassing her needy clitoris, he hauled two fingers into her wet snatch, sending her body arching.
Jeff hooked his fingers back in and growled against her ear, "What are you?"
"Uh.." Anna gasped, arching up to accept the pleasure, "Uh, you're good. Girl."
"Yes. And You're a smart girl, right?"
"Yeah, yess, Daddy."
"Good answer. You're a genius," Jeff mocked, rocking into her g spot.
"Yes, uh, Daddy."
"And what else?"
Anna ground her hips, slipping further from her troubled grades, "I'm Daddy's Little slut," she strained, "Uhmm..."
"Say it again," Jeff rasped, enjoying her sticky clear coat on his fingertips.
"Uhm, I'm Uh, I'm Daddy's Little...." Anna squealed, grabbing his sleeve as he manipulated her spot, "Stop stop. I'm going hmm oh fuck!"
"What's Wrong baby?" Jeff pumped in and out, then pulled away, bringing his fingers to her mouth.
"MMmm." she hummed against his hairy knuckles.
There was a calmness watching her little tongue slide over his finger tips. He urged his fingers down her throat.
"Alkah ukah!" Anna tilted her head to breathe, escaping into a submissive role, "Uh, Daddy."
"Good girl." Jeff kissed her cheek, drying his fingers against her chin, "I want you to relax. You don't need to worry about that test, okay? You can take the night off, I'll order pizza and we can cuddle, alright?"
Anna needed a minute to catch his order and shook her head, "No, I can't. I need to cook. I don't have enough calories for pizza."
Jeff laughed, sliding his hand up the small pouch on her stomach. This body type had never been his 'type'. He had ridiculed her for the small gut and the plump ass sitting on his boner. Fearing he was the reason, he shook the flab, causing a furious expression across her face.
"Stop!" Anna shook her torso.
"I don't think pizza is the problem."
"I'm fat. That's the problem."
"You can eat pizza, little princess. And, I have no complaints. There is nothing wrong with a little extra."
"I want to have a flat stomach," she argued, removing his large hand.
"I want it to get bigger," he said to her surprise.
Returning his hand to examine her flat middle, he rubbed her soft skin, "I want it to be out here," he lifted his hand, "with a baby inside."
Tossing her head to the side, Anna rolled her eyes. She wasn't ready to have a baby and tired of him bringing it up.
"What are we going to name him?" Jeff asked, feeding into his desires.
"I don't know," she shrugged, wanting to end this before she changed her mind.
"We can figure out names later," Jeff whispered, "First, we have to practice."
Anna slowly dwindled as he brushed his finger over her lips. She turned to look into his chocolate eyes but averted them back, afraid she would fall too hard into his gaze.
"What's wrong?" Jeff pressed.
He removed the clip from her hair, and her frizzy curls fell down her neck and over his chest. With his fingers, he massaged her scalp, hypnotizing her need to rebel. Maybe one slice wouldn't be so bad, and in the long run, perhaps having a rich man's baby wasn't either.
"What's going on in this little head of yours?" Jeff asked, seeking an explanation for the silence.
"Nothing." Exhausted from the school day, Anna relaxed and regressed from the independent woman she wanted to be. She was in a house more prominent than any her mother had rented over the years. She had more money than she knew how to spend. Most importantly, she had the dog she always wanted and the Daddy she needed.
Jeff wasn't perfect but she was his. 💘
"I want to be a good girl tonight," she whispered...
