Scott's Satin Sheets (11 page)

“I know what it is, Payton—I just never thought about…doing it.”

She gave a smug, knowing shrug. “Maybe you should. It was fun.” Besides the adventure of seeing fish in the coral reef with Scott, she’d enjoyed meeting his friends too. He was right, Chris
would have
been a great guy for a three-way—but once she’d met Carrie, she’d liked her too much to even think about him that way anymore.

Across the table from her, her father blinked uncertainly. “Well…good. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said, sounding contrite. “But what made you decide to go snorkeling?”

Payton drew in a deep breath and made a split decision. “I met a guy who invited me.”

“A guy? What guy?”

Another deep breath. In. Out. Be a grown-up with him—for once. “Just a guy. A normal guy.”
Who’s doing really naughty things to me with his huge penis.
But she left that part out, even if the thought made her pussy surge again. “Dad, I’m twenty-six years old. I can meet a guy and go snorkeling with him if I want.”

And to her surprise, her father looked truly…penitent. “I…I guess you’re right.

Sometimes I forget how old you are—I tend to think of you as always being my little girl.”

“Don’t I know it,” she replied.

Which made him blink again. And she knew she was blowing his mind by suddenly being so honest and aggressive, but honesty and aggression—even if very different kinds—had served her pretty well the last couple of days, so maybe she was inspired to make
other
changes in her life now.

“Am I that bad?” he asked, looking as if he sincerely wanted to know.

So she would have to tell him. “Kind of.” She winced slightly as she said it—she loved her dad and didn’t like upsetting him. It was all a matter of balance. “I know you’ve always been concerned that I’ll turn out like your friends’ daughters, but…I’m twenty-six and I’ve only really dated two guys, both of whom you pretty much shoved at me. And…well…I think it’s time I started having a little more freedom in my life, don’t you?”

Her father took a drink of iced tea and ran his hand back through his graying hair.

“Maybe you’re right. I just worry about you.”

She wanted to tell him not to worry, that she wouldn’t do anything to let him down—but the truth was, if he knew what she’d been up to the last two nights, he’d be…well, it was unthinkable how crushed
both
her parents would be. And yet…maybe if they hadn’t been so controlling, she wouldn’t be driven to such wild lengths right now. She felt like a caged animal who’d just broken free—
of course
she was going to go a little wild.

So finally she said something she felt was really true. “I can take care of myself, Dad.” And she could. She had no regrets about her hot romps the last couple of nights.

A little embarrassed when she thought about it in the light of day, maybe—it was
so
new and she’d been
so
bad—but ultimately, she felt more energized and alive than ever before.

“Well then,” he finally said, “I’ll…see what I can do about being…less protective of you. But don’t expect it to happen overnight—it’s…a big change for me.”

She nodded, pleased at this first step. “Don’t worry—I’ll let you know when you’re slipping up. You just have to promise to trust me. You have to promise not to freak out if I say I met a guy and want to go out with him, all right?”

Her father looked troubled—but acceptant. Eyes narrowed, he grudgingly said,

“All right.”

“There’s…something else we should discuss too,” she said. She actually hadn’t planned this at all, any of it, but now seemed like a good time to barrel ahead.

“What’s that?”

“I’m bored,” she said.

And his eyes went wide in disbelief. “I’ve given you everything a girl could ever want and you’re
bored
?”

Oh Lord, she sounded like exactly what she was—a spoiled rich girl. This part hadn’t come out right. “What I mean is, I’d like to do more with my time. I think I’m pretty smart and I’d like to put that to use in some way.”

Unfortunately, though, her father still looked stunned. “I…don’t know what to say, Payton.” He seemed at a loss. “Your mother never wanted to do anything other than, well, bask in the sun and go shopping, bless her heart—and that’s fine with me. I just always assumed you’d feel the same way.”

She thought that was pretty shortsighted, the view of a typical old-school man, but rather than chide him for it, she kept on the path of honesty. “I guess I did, until recently. I just feel…unfulfilled.” Of course, she was suddenly feeling much more fulfilled in a
sexual
sense, due to Scott, but not in other ways.

It appeared her father was still trying to wrap his head around this new concept, but suddenly, his eyes looked brighter. “Well, I guess maybe this…could be exciting,” he said hopefully. “As I said, I never thought you wanted to be involved in my business, but now that I know you do…well, there are so many directions we could go in from here. Maybe you’d like to start shadowing me and seeing what I do on a daily basis. Or maybe there’s a particular field you’re interested in—the hotel business, small business acquisition, some other aspect of the tourist trade?”

Uh-oh. Hell. She’d given him the wrong idea. Or he’d jumped to conclusions.

Whatever the case, this would require still more frankness. “Actually, Dad, it’s not the family business I’m interested in—in fact, I’m not sure yet
what
I want to do. I just know I want to do
something
.” Hearing Scott talk about his ambitions last night had made her realize, for the first time ever, that maybe she could do something completely independent of her dad, have something of her own—and that sounded very appealing.

Despite being the girl who had everything, she possessed so very little that felt as if it were really hers and hers alone, not something someone had selected for her.

“Well, what else
could
you want to be involved in?” he snapped, clearly offended.

Crap. Just keep going. You’re a grown-up, remember.
“As I just said, I don’t know yet—

I’m thinking about it. But when I figure it out, I’ll let you know, and I hope I’ll have your support.”

Across from her, her father simply let out a sigh. He looked dumbstruck and a little defeated—but acceptant. “Certainly I’ll always support your choices, Payton. So long as they’re reasonable ones,” he added, pointing his finger at her.

She could only laugh. This was going to be a long road with her dad, obviously. But at least it was a start. “Don’t worry, Dad. All I want is to do what
you
did. Make something of myself—doing something I enjoy.”

As she’d suspected, that he couldn’t argue with. He’d built his empire from nothing, with humble middle-class beginnings, and he’d always appreciated and admired hard work and ambition.

“Your dinner.”

Payton looked up with a start to find Daniel lowering plates before her and her father. She met his gaze, remembering exactly how it had felt to have him pounding into her hungry pussy last night, and when her father wasn’t looking, he flashed a secret wink. Causing still more pulsing in her panties.

“Will there be anything else?” he asked.

“No, Daniel—thanks,” her father replied. And as Daniel departed and Payton focused on her food, cutting into fried grouper with some kind of tropical fruit sauce ladled over it, her dad said, “You’re turning red again, Payton.”

* * * * *

That night, Payton sat atop her leopard-print bedspread in a tight, black, breast-plumping bustier, a tiny matching thong, and black, high-heeled stripper shoes—all of which she’d bought on a walk into town today after her snorkeling excursion. For the first time in her life, she’d ventured into a sex shop, feeling at once naughty, daring, and triumphant. Her talk with her dad at dinner had only added to the feeling of victory.

Scott had had another job to work this evening—a sunset cruise on a small schooner—so they’d made a date for him to meet her at her room at ten. Which a glance to the clock on her bedside table revealed was…now. Growing impatient, she took a sip of the wine she’d poured herself, then stroked one finger languorously up through her pussy, over the thong. She sucked in her breath at the sensation it delivered.
Where are
you, pirate boy? I need you bad.

Of course, he’d again asked her to come to his place—but she’d refused. She didn’t really think he was an axe murderer or a danger to her in any way, so maybe her inflexibility had become something wholly selfish now—maybe she liked how forbidden it felt to sneak a guy into her room. She knew it was self-indulgent, but given how little freedom she’d had up to now, she thought she
deserved
a little self-indulgence.

Just then, a small knock came on her door. Setting the wine aside, she stretched out across the bed to show her body to best advantage, then said, “Come in.”

Scott wore a simple white button-down and jeans—but looked utterly delicious.

Clearly, he’d gone home to clean up after the cruise, leaving his hair damp and rumpled, but his face remained unshaven, which suited her fine. She liked running her fingers across the hard stubble on his jaw.

She also liked the look in his eyes as they feasted on her. “Jesus, honey—hot.”

She smiled, then flirtatiously ran her tongue across her upper lip.

Then his gaze dropped to her feet. “How did you know kinky shoes get me hard?”

“Lucky guess,” she said. “You didn’t let me take my shoes off the other night, so I assumed a shoe fetish. And I figured the kinkier they were the more you’d probably like them.”

“Damn straight,” he said, then grinned. “You’ve got me figured out, babe.”

As he closed the door behind him and approached the side of the bed, she noticed he carried a small shopping bag. “What’s in the bag?”

His smile grew even more lascivious. “I bought you some presents.”

“And it isn’t even my birthday,” she said teasingly. “What did you get me?”

In reply, Scott turned the bag upside down and dumped a variety of sex toys on the bed in a pile. And Payton sucked in her breath. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, but not that. And what an array. All were similar in terms of being cylindrical—yet they came in different shapes, sizes and colors. Among them she spied a simple shiny gold vibrator, a hot pink cock-shaped toy of rubber, and a clear column that appeared to be made of…clear glass? She’d seen such things at the sex store today, but hadn’t gravitated toward them—yet now, as was her wont lately, warmth filled her cheeks as she studied them.

“I’m guessing you’ve never played with toys before,” Scott said with an understanding smile.

“Not since I outgrew dolls,” she admitted.

“Well then—it’s about time you discovered toys for big girls.”

His words added to the anxious pulse of her pussy, but she was a little confused.

“Um, at the risk of sounding stupid, what do I need
those
for if I have
you
? I mean, essentially, they’re…fake penises, right? And I like yours just fine.
More
than fine. I’ve been thinking about it all day, in fact.”

He sat down on the bed, facing her. “Did you know I was hard on the boat today?”

Payton shook her head and smiled. “I missed a perfectly good hard-on? Damn.”

He cast another wolfish grin. “It was that bikini, honey. Fucking hot. It was all I could do not to rip it off your pretty body. And I was afraid my dick was showing through my trunks and that all the moms and kids would start freaking out.”

She giggled softly. “Frankly, I don’t know how you hide that thing when it’s hard.

It’s
so
big,” she said, practically purring. “And speaking of that—you didn’t answer my question. Why do I need
those
cocks when I have yours?”

Scott curled a hand tenderly around her ankle, below her bent knee, and began a gentle caress. “Maybe they’re for when you don’t have me. After you leave. Maybe I don’t ever want you to be left without pleasure again.” Then he bent forward, lowering a kiss to the front of her calf, which trickled all the way to her panties. “And maybe it’ll give me some dirty dreams to imagine you using them on yourself, thinking about me.”

Payton bit her lip. She never could have imagined such a thing, but somehow Scott had just turned a collection of vibrators and dildos into the sweetest, most thoughtful of gifts. She had no idea if she’d enjoy them or really use them, but the thought behind them touched her. “Thank you,” she whispered, reaching out to grab his free hand.

Then she glanced back down at the pile of toys, back to feeling a little sheepish about her lack of experience with them. “Although…why do I need so many?”

Her lover smiled playfully. “Because variety’s the spice of life.” Then he looked down at them too. “Which one would you like to start with right now?”

Payton blinked several times, then raised her eyebrows. “Now? Um, I’m still here, remember. And so are you.” With that, she released his hand and leaned forward to press her hand to his crotch, where behind the denim she found the hardest, most arousing pillar of flesh she could imagine. “I want
this
.”

“And you’ll have it, rich girl. But as you learned last night, girls sometimes like to play with more than one cock.”

She blinked again, yet began to see his point. And to feel it too. “Oh.”

“Now pick one.”

Wow—Payton had no idea how to make such a selection. But somehow, it seemed safest to choose one that was shaped exactly like a penis—since she at least knew how a cock felt inside her. And there were a few of those in the pile—different colors, sizes— so she pointed directly at the pink one she’d noticed before, simply because it seemed a nice medium size and the color caught her eye.

“All right,” Scott said, taking it in hand and shoving the rest aside.

“Should I take my panties off?”

His expression, somewhere between giving and hungry, turned her on even more.

“You just let me worry about that. All you need to do is lie back and relax, let me make you feel good.”

Well, she couldn’t argue with a suggestion like that. So she did what he said—lay back to rest her head on the plumped pillows covered in pink satin, above the furry leopard cover.