Rich Man's Fertile Little Virgin (Breeding Erotica) (2 page)

She only saw the stoic mature businessman
and the animal in bed. Not the man who doted on a woman he really
cared about.

Of course, she didn't realize Mr. LaVenia's
pet nicknames and affections for the daughter he never had tortured
us both.

We saw opposite sides of this mirror of a
man, and we both greedily wanted everything he had for ourselves. I
braced myself for her kiss on the forehead – a morning tradition
that hadn't stopped since our lives changed for the better.

“
Have fun with him today,
little doll. You'll always be our precious toy, Tammy. No matter
how old you get.” She flashed me her perfect smile, courtesy of
extensive cosmetic work paid for by new hubby.

“
I'll do that.”

“
And you'll see about that
other thing today?” Mr. LaVenia's eyes narrowed and focused on my
mother.

She stopped, looking flustered, but finally
nodded her head. Neither of them met my eyes, and the seriousness
in their tone said it wasn't any of my business.

The intensity softened as she circled around
and gave him a long lasting kiss. I stared at my half-cleaned
plate, trying to cool the jealousy seething in my blood with new
bites of melon.

Mr. LaVenia waved and blew a kiss. Mom's
heels clicked across the floor as she grabbed her purse and headed
out to the bank of garages to pick one of her three cars.

“
How about a trip to the
tropical gardens? I hear the conservatory is hosting several rare
breeds this month. I know how much you've loved botany and
nature.”

“
Let's go!” I beamed. He
didn't have to say another word to convince me.

We finished our breakfast and made our way
there after changing into cooler, more casual clothes. Autumn had
just started, but the conservatory was always a humid gallery of
natural beauty.

Mr. LaVenia hooked my small arm around his
when we stepped inside the massive building. I blushed. Columns and
broad glass panes rolled past us, grandeur housing the jungle
inside.

A dozen different smells instantly set my
senses tingling. I squeezed his arm tighter, steadying myself amid
the dizzying sweetness, not caring about the way it made my flush
creep lower to my cleavage.

In this heat, nothing would look too out of
the ordinary. We ambled slowly around the path, pushing past
equally wealthy couples and a few Moms out with their little
girls.

When we got to the start of the seasonal
exhibit, we stopped near the center, awed at the sight in front of
us. A massive plant unlike anything I'd ever seen huddled on the
ground, its thick leaves pulled back, exposing an obscene red
tipped center.

“
If I didn't feel like
staying polite in public, I'd say that looks just like...” Mr.
LaVenia's voice dropped and he leaned toward my ear. “The biggest
fucking cock I've ever seen.”

Sweat oozed from my pores. I wiped my brow,
ignoring the electricity shooting through my spine at the dirty
word spilling out his mouth.

I looked over at him and smiled. The big
flower emitted such sweetness I nearly felt drunk, and I leaned a
little closer into his side.

Hormones flared. We locked eyes, exchanging
our unspoken lust, a mutual understanding of the cruel and wanton
need pumping through our veins.

“
You're being a little bad
today, Daddy.” I grinned, watching his lips twitch when I said that
word. “It just looked like a big Popsicle to me.”

He started to laugh. We both knew I was
exaggerating, and the good humor held us in check. So did the
scornful frowns of a nearby elderly couple who came strolling
around the corner.

Our laughter picked up even more as we
walked on.

“
How terrible and
impolite, young couples today,” we overheard the old woman say. “If
I gave a man looks like that in public, my mother never would've
let me marry.”

“
I think they they're
already hitched,” the man said, speaking with a high and refined
tone like a Professor emeritus. “And I'd say the old boy doesn't
even regret it yet. Not with a fine young morsel like
that!”

“
Harold!”

His throaty chuckle trailed us further into
the exhibit, and Mr. LaVenia laughed with him. It was good to see
him so happy and alive.

Maybe it was the setting, but I'd never
wanted to kiss him more – and that was really saying something.

On a whim, we stopped near some tall, thorny
roses, resting as raw desire slowed our muscles. The storm swirled
in my system, impossible to ignore.

I
had
to feel his skin on my
lips.

I moved quickly, leaned over, and pecked him
on the cheek.

He straightened himself and stared at me,
his eyes bright and glassy. I saw whole words colliding, inner
turmoil disappearing in a flash of fire.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me and
drew me in, forcing his firm lips to mine.

Everything went spinning.
I moaned into his mouth, surprised and delighted, but mostly
just
ready
for
the moment I'd been waiting years to savor.

Just as I started to reach for his face, his
right hand clamped around my wrist. His vivid gaze melted as he
tore himself away from me, the brightness dimmer than before.

A heavy sigh left his lips before he began
to speak. “Forgive me. I don't know what came over me, little
doll...you just look so beautiful today in that dress. It must've
been the heat.”

“
Oh, no! You didn't do
anything wrong. Actually, I've been waiting for something like
this...waiting for so many years. Wanting it more than
anything.
”

My voice cracked, something that hadn't
happened for several years. Wet heat throbbed along my whole body,
anchored in the hot core beneath my belly.

I wanted to grind into him right there, hump
him like a bitch-in-heat, without stopping until we threw ourselves
into the delicately arranged brush and fucked right there.

But it wasn't meant to be. Mr. LaVenia's
chest rose and fell in heavy waves as he held my hand, leading me
silently past the last few flowery arrangements and into the
coolness of the autumn evening.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I've ruined our entire day. Maybe our whole
relationship. All because of one BIG mistake.

But then, I wasn't all my fault. I kissed
him, but he kissed me back, a thousand times hotter than anything I
could've managed.

A dull headache lashed at the back of my
head on the way to his car. We didn't speak, too uncertain to utter
the next word.

When we slid in next to each other, he
stopped before starting the ignition. His eyes flashed and gazed at
me, and I saw the deep reluctance sputtering in his pupils.

“
Let's go home and calm
ourselves, little doll. Nothing has to change today. We both got a
little carried away in the heat and did something no father and his
daughter should ever do, even if they're only father and daughter
by marriage. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.”

Don't lie to me! You still want it. I can
see the fiery haze, the animal need, dancing in your eyes.

I've seen it too many times in my own
reflection to mistake it for anything else. Don't do this, Mr.
LaVenia – Daddy! – please!

I didn't want to fight. And what boldness
I'd gotten from his touch, his pheromones mingling with the natural
sweetness of the flowers...

Stuck in my thoughts, I barely noticed the
scenery as we made our way back to the mansion. As soon as we were
home, we eyed each other again. He looked like he had something to
say, but he held it in, the same as I.

I ran up to my room and buried my face in
the pillow. The sorrow came, pitch black sadness so all consuming I
didn't even stop to wonder why there wasn't any dinner that
evening, or why I heard a loud argument puncturing my dreams from
downstairs.

The house fell deadly silent for nearly a
week. Too silent.

The carefully crafted pillars surrounding
his home I'd admired in the past now made it feel like a tomb. I
only scuttled down to the kitchen when I knew my parents were gone,
hauling snacks back to my room and stopping to say “hello” to
Shirley, the lead maid.

For the first time since I'd hit puberty, my
sex drive had been knocked flat. But only for a few days.

By mid-week, I was beginning to feel a
familiar pulse between my legs. The dreams returned in full force,
with Mr. LaVenia in all his glory leering over me at night, tearing
at my gown and sliding his rough hands up my thighs.

Two nights, I tip-toed to the edge of the
staircase around my usual time. I hoped to hear the guilty pleasure
that lit me on fire like nothing else.

But instead, I just heard...nothing.

Mom and Mr. LaVenia weren't even talking. I
knew that something had happened at the same time we had our secret
kiss in the conservatory, but what it was completely escaped
me.

I wasn't even sure they were sleeping in the
same room. Both nights, I swore I saw a faint flicker from the end
of the hall, a lamp glowing inside his study.

The idea of Mr. LaVenia sleeping alone among
his towering bookcases, liquor cabinets, and plush reading chairs
made me sad.

Even if he'd given into temptation and left
me cold, he didn't deserve unhappiness. Not after all he'd done for
us.

It wasn't until the third night, near the
week's end, that I heard them talking again. Melancholy tension
mingled with lust in my system all week.

My blood surged feverishly, making me sweat
as I stood on the last stair, looking toward their master bedroom.
I wiped my brow and curled my toes nervously.

“
Look, Stephen, I know it
sounds insane. But I'm game if you are. I see the way she looks at
you sometimes...and you deserve to have a baby. I can't give you
that. But I won't let it ruin our marriage when the solution is
staring us right in the face!”

I stepped off the staircase and followed my
Mom's weak, heartfelt words to their door. I pressed my ear close
to the wall, listening as Mr. LaVenia spoke – undoubtedly running
his hands across her smooth flesh during the pause.

“
You have no idea how much
this means to me. I'll make sure she enjoys every second. Now, I
know I married the right woman.” He paused again, breathing
heavily.

“
I never doubted it, of
course, but I never imagined you'd do
this
to save our marriage and
strengthen our family. You know how badly I want an
heir.”

I winced. The wet smack of their lips
cinching and pulling away lit up the night.

Soft heat flowed freely beneath my belly. I
flattened my back against the wall and squirmed, reaching for my
folds.

I swept my thin gown aside, my slim panty
gusset, and began toying with my clit. Mom and Mr. LaVenia's
talking ceased, buried in a flurry of hungry chirps and
contortions.

Everything building up for the past week
just exploded. In their bedroom, in my hands, deep inside me...

I fell, lowering myself to the floor as my
hand worked with mad revery. The bed springs shrieked in their
room, wood popping and booming as Mr. LaVenia's jagged breathing
vibrated through the wall.

“
Yes! Yes! Come inside me,
Stephen. Let it all out and imagine I'm her, your little dolling,
open and unprotected as you give it all up.”

A hoarse bomb in the back of his throat
exploded. Mom screamed with him as the bed lurched violently, its
broad headboard slapping the wall.

I saw him in my mind, muscles hard as steel
and burying himself inside her, swelling and emptying in her barren
cunt. But it wasn't the greatest shock, was it?

Had I really heard her
say...
little dolling?

My fingers pinched near my clit, cutting
angry laps around it. Panting, grinding my knuckles into my
wetness, and full of brutal imaginings, I came for a second
time.

I rubbed my ass on the wall, clenching and
sputtering at the lips to hold in my pleasure. Once, I cursed
softly into the hallway, listening to my voice boomerang back at
me.

Thankfully, my parents were still too deep
in their private release to notice. Their screams buried mine, but
I wanted so much more.

I dreamed about Mr. LaVenia's muscles and
sweat overpowering me, his scent surrounding me like an invisible
haze. I wanted to soak in every part of him as deep as I could, so
deep I'd extinguish my sticky, painful desires forever.

I'd cut it close before, but nothing
compared to this. Their door flew open just when I'd disappeared
around the corner.

Mr. LaVenia stopped, staring and listening
intently into the darkness. I didn't dare try to climb upstairs
with him so near me, only inches away.

I listened to him breathe
deep. I shuddered, imagining he could
smell
my lingering pheromones in the
hall, and the desire shrouding my young skin, desperately seeking a
mate.

At last, he snorted lightly and scratched
his face. His heavy footsteps thudded straight ahead. As soon as
the bathroom door closed, I took the stairs briskly, diving into
the safety of my cool bed.

My fingers continued to wander, gingerly
flicking at my soaked thighs, orbiting my clit. Somewhere in the
quiet pleasure, I drifted to sleep, mulling their strange
conversation.

I didn't understand what was about to
happen. But every nerve hummed with excitement, as if singing a
song that would speed along the new dawn's golden arrival.