Don't Tell Daddy (6 page)

"Heather will be here tonight." 

"Okay," she said with disappointment. He kissed her again and stroked her hair back. 

"Next time you lie to me, rinse your mouth. You taste like pussy," he informed her and walked away coolly, leaving her staring after him.  

Pamela stared at the water. Then she disposed of her apple core and dived in. "Mela!" she heard Heather call. "I have a surprise for you, mija!" 

"What?" Pamela couldn't hear. But she saw her parents and got out of the water to hug them. "How was the vacation?"  

Her parents exchanged a smile. "Good," they said together.  

"Great." 

"Oh, mija. Do you know where mi esposo is?" Heather asked.  

"Inside fixing the lock on my room. Marc invited a friend. She kinda broke it." 

"Marc and his friends." Heather went inside, shaking her head. "Jada is on her way," she called. 

"Awesome!" 

***

Everyone sat around the bonfire that Jada insisted on, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, just enjoying the company. "I need a job," Pamela told Jada. 

"Oh, Bry, you need a personal assistant don't you? That would be perfect if it's Mela. You guys already know each other and she gets paid to travel!" Heather suggested.  

"Do it," Jada suggested to Pamela so that Bryan would stop offering the position to her between résumés.  

"Why don't you?" 

"Please. I am far too busy to work for Daddy. Robotics," Jada said, doing the robot. 

"Please never do that again." 

Jada just smiled. "If Papi doesn't mind, I'd like to," Pamela said, smiling sweetly at her godfather and lover.  

"You start Monday. I have to go to Milan for a week. I hope you have suits." 

"Bryan, she's a model. Of course she has suits," Carmella said, taking a bite of her burger, her ponytail swishing. She looked so young. "Because I made them for her to model," she finished after swallowing. 

Carmella was a high end fashion designer. So high end, only the richest of the rich even knew who she was. She had put Pamela to work as a model around fifteen. She was tall, curvy, and pretty. If people saw her in clothes, they would want them.  

"Good. Because she'll need them. I expect professional dress in my office at all times. Get it?" 

"Got it." 

"Good." 

Pamela smiled to herself, taking a huge chunk of her burger. She was going to work with Bryan. What a thrill.  

"Did you two have fun while I was away?" 

"No. Papi is so boring. Never leave me again, Madrina! All he did was fish. Then tossed 'em back in at that!" 

"Glad it was you this time," Jada said smugly. "I learned my lesson five summers ago. No Ma, no lake." 

"So you ditch your old man on purpose?" Bryan asked, pretending he was offended. 

"Of course not, Daddy. I just mark my calendar when Mama does." 

Pamela and Carmella giggled while Jonta shook his head and Bryan gave his daughter a sidelong glance. For the longest time, he’d believed this to be coincidence. His wife and daughter were busy women and he didn’t begrudge them this fact. Hearing that his baby intentionally made sure she wasn’t at the lake without her mother hurt his feelings, though.

"I'll make sure my wallet marks its calendar the next time you want something." 

Everyone else laughed at that, but Bryan didn’t. He wasn’t joking with her.

Jada went to get her s'mores stuff, shrugging. By the time she wanted something from him, he would have forgotten all about this.  

"Pamela, I need to talk to you tonight about tomorrow." 

"Huh?" 

"The job, honey," Jonta reminded her.  

"It's Sunday?" 

"It's Sunday," her parents and godparents confirmed together. 

"Okay." 

The summer made Pamela forget days of the week. Every day was the same to her and when she was filling out job applications, she generally had to look at her phone to check the date.

"We have to leave tonight. So you and Jada get all your little titters and giggles in." 

"Why you say it like that?" Jada asked, sucking her teeth. 

"Because you're little girls." 

Jada didn’t appreciate being called a little girl now that she was a bona fide adult. She was of age and therefore not a little girl.

"We've come into age, thank you very much." 

"What do you own?"  

"Nothing." 

Jada frowned and Pamela stayed in her own lane not wanting a single part of whatever Bryan was getting at. He wasn’t going to be calling her a little girl when they got alone again.

"Where do you live?" 

"At home." 

"And how many bills do you pay?" 

"None." 

"Okay then, little girl." 

Jada rolled her eyes. "Whatevs." 

Bryan watched Pamela giggle as she and Ileana talked. He noticed that Ileana kept finding little ways to touch Pamela and it burned him inside.

Bryan felt possessive over Pamela and he didn’t want to think of anyone else having her. He especially was pissed because watching Ileana continuously touch his lover only reminded him that she’d decided to mess with his son despite what he’d told her.

"What was that?" Ileana asked.  

"It was a wink. See?" Pamela tried demonstrating again.

Carmella laughed at her daughter. "Your face looks like it's having a seizure with your mouth all open and your one eye all wide while the other is twitching!"  

Everyone else laughed along, including Pamela. She had trouble with winking and had never properly learned.

"You can't wink?" Bryan asked.  

"Never learned." 

"We'll work on that in the plane." 

"Yay." She clapped.

"While you're teaching her shit, teach her how to chew her gum properly. Little brat won't listen to me." 

"So you assume she'll listen to me?" Bryan chuckled. "Mela, go on and pack up." 

Pamela went in the house, and Jada followed her in. Jonta turned to his best friends. "Keep them little horny Italians off my baby." 

"Of course, man."  

"Matter fact, put her in your room so she don't get tempted." 

"Huh?" 

"I'm serious. She been around you her whole life. I trust you. I don't trust horny boys around my daughter. If she share a room with you, she won't get tempted." 

"Jonta, I booked a single bed, man." 

"Pullout bed. She can sleep on a pallet on the floor. She will be okay." 

"Alright then." 

"Take care of mi hija. She the only child we got," Carmella said.  

"Nothing will happen to your baby, Mella.”

"I'm ready, Papi," Pamela called, coming out the cabin.  

Jonta stood to hug his daughter goodbye. "You're sleeping in Bryan's room." 

"Huh?" she asked, her face falling.  

"Love you. Don't trust you in a country full of Italian-speaking boys." 

"Nice." Pamela rolled her eyes and hugged everyone goodbye before she got in Bryan's car.  

There was silence all the way home, and she fell asleep. She woke up to Bryan shaking her. "We're at my house. Get up." 

She hazily made her way out of the car, following him into the house. "You lied to me, Pamela," he whispered, pulling her near, his lips centimeters from hers. He slid a hand between her legs pulling her to the basement shower. 

"You said Marc." 

"You fucked him and the bitch together. I'm not stupid, Mela." 

He pressed her against the wall, breathing down her neck. The feel of her soft flesh against his fingers made him want to explore the rest of her body. "I have half a mind not to fuck you ever again—" 

"No, no, no. Please, I'm sorry, Papi," she pleaded. "Please fuck me." 

"But I decided I'm going to punish you for lying,” he continued. “Why stop myself from good pussy?" 

"Oh, gracias, Papi." 

"I don't know that you should thank me just yet." 

Bryan was sure that Pamela thought that he’d forgotten about what she had done and/or that he was daft enough to believe that Marc wasn’t involved. She was going to learn her lesson tonight.

He rubbed her pussy, and she sighed. "You like that?" he questioned. "You're raining. You're throbbing. You want me to fuck you, baby?" 

"Oh, yes, Papi. Please fuck me," she moaned.

Pulling his finger out of her entrance, he slid it between her full lips. "Taste yourself." 

Pamela moaned softly, looking in Bryan’s eyes. She wanted nothing more than for him to lift her up and put it in her.  

"You want to cum?" he asked, kissing her neck, massaging his head against her clit.  

"Oh, uh...mmm uhh..." 

"Do you want to cum, querida?" he asked more roughly. 

"Yes!" 

He pulled his dick away. She was crazy to think he’d let her get off after what she’d done. He wasn’t mad enough to cut her off, but he bet she’d never mess with his son again.

"Too fucking bad."  

Pamela shivered with desire, her hand itching to rub her hot pussy. "You want to make it up to Papi?" he asked gently, stroking her hair. She nodded fervently. "Good girl." 

"I'll do anything, Papi." 

"I know you will. Anything but cum. Because if you do, I'll never make love to you again. Understood?" 

She nodded. This was a torture she’d never imagined trying to endure.

The thought of never getting Bryan between her thighs again was motivation enough to hold her euphoria at bay at all night if she had to. The problem was, Bryan set her very soul on fire and keeping herself from releasing was real work and was going to take every ounce of her concentration and will.

Bryan smiled kissing her lips, kissing her neck. Rubbing his dick against her wet opening. She moaned. "Ah ah," he scolded. "No moaning," he warned. 

"Okay, Papi." 

"Suck it."  

Pamela dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, sucking on his balls and stroking the shaft, then alternating. She swallowed every tiny drop, looking up at him. "You want to touch yourself?" he mocked. Her eyes pleaded with him as her pussy grew heavier, pulsing cripplingly.  

Bryan came and Pamela swallowed, never breaking eye contact. 

"Now, let's go and get some rest. We're outta here by noon." 

He turned the shower off, and Pamela's pussy was begging her to touch it. Bryan spooned her, kissing her neck, rubbing her pussy, daring her to cum. "Will you give my love away again?" 

"No Papi," she moaned, so close.  

"Good."  

He stopped, and it was all she could do not to burst into tears.

                                         
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Bryan watched Pamela sleep, stroking her hair back. She was damn gorgeous. He felt his college days coming back in the sense that he was horny all the time. But now, he knew what he was doing. Now, he could make a woman cum many times over before he did.

He spread her thighs apart, not waking her, and thumbed her clit, looking at the clock. 6:30. They needed to be out the house by ten.  

Pamela was still asleep, but her body responded, and she began to flow like the Nile in an instant. He looked up at her sleeping face, so at peace, and he placed his lips on hers, his tongue going in. Pamela's pussy contracted. Her body knew what it was feeling and Bryan continued eating. Soon, Pamela's hips were gyrating. Then, she was moaning. "Oh, oh, oh..." 

Suddenly, Pamela popped up and Bryan knew she was right on the edge. "No, no, no," she said quickly, moving away. Her body wanted it. Her body was screaming, “Yes, yes, yes!” Her mind felt it was a test. 

Bryan just smiled lazily, pulling Pamela into his lap. "What's the matter ?" he asked, kissing her neck and shoulders, massaging her breasts. "Don't you want to cum for your papi?" he asked. She moaned, arching herself away from him. "You held it in all night, mami. Let it go." 

"I can't." 

"Why not?" 

"I lied. This is my punishment."  

Just for that moment, for a fleeting second, Bryan remembered the thirty year age gap. Remembered Pamela saying something similar when she was a child and misbehaved and wouldn't come off her time outs. This was that.  

Bryan wanted her to cum now, but he didn't have all morning. He took his erect dick and put himself inside of Pamela. She sighed. "Show daddy you're sorry," he told her. She nodded, riding him reverse cowgirl. He groaned at her tightness.