Father's Keeper by Parker Ford (classic fiction .TXT) 📗

“I hate her!” I said. I felt young andpetulant and petty to boot. I wanted to be mature and older and wiser and allof the things I had thought I was upon returning home to Pleasant Parks.Instead I sounded like a pissy little girl who hadn’t gotten her way.

“I know it, girl. And I don’t blameyou.” His hand was on my towel, right at the top of my thigh and despite myanger it set my body on edge with arousal. A slow steady thump of blood anddesire started in my pussy and I struggled to focus on his words.

“And I hate you for wanting her back.”

“What? I don’t want her back.”

“Liar!”

His face drew down in anger then andhe shook his head, his chin banging the side of my face. It was a gesture Icould more feel than see, one familiar to me. Something Gil did when he wasquietly angry. “Don’t call me a liar, Jen.”

“I heard you,” I practically spat.“This morning. When you said you couldn’t do this. And then you got up and thenshe said you called and--”

“Jennifer,” he said, his voice warningme to tread softly.

I never listen.

“And now you are lying to me,” I said,my voice hard. I would rather focus on my anger than my pain.

“That’s enough,” Gil said.

“Said the liar,” I hissed.

He grunted then. A short burst ofnoise as if to say time to get the job done, then and he levered meforward at the waist with one smooth shift of his arm. My towel fell forwardand then open. His hand came up the back of my legs, burrowing under my toweland then pushing it out of the way. The first blow sounded like a dry stickbreaking and then I yelled. Anger and shock and outrage flowing over me like abrush fire in a dry forest.

“What the fuck!”

“Hush up, girl. I’ve had just aboutenough of you mouth.” The second blow landed and fire ate up my flesh, then. Orso it felt. A quicksilver of pain that skittered over the skin of my ass anddown the backs of my legs. “I think the only way to get any sense into youright now is through your hide,” he said. His voice was all cigarettes andcampfires and good whiskey on a cold night.

My face burned with shame and rage butmy ass burned with sparkling pain and my cunt flexed up, wet and despicablyaroused. “Gil,” I gasped.

“Shut up.” Another four blows,alternating with a maddening patience. Not hard enough to truly harm me but wayharder than anyone’s version of a playful swat.

When we reached ten, I hung from hisarm, my belly crushed over his forearm. The air tore in and out of my throatand my stomach sizzled with a sensual mixture of pleasure and pain. Before Icould grumble or bitch, he pushed his fingers into my pussy, flexing themagainst the swollen eager parts of me. “Oh,” I said.

“Yes, oh. Someone enjoyed that way toomuch.”

“Was it you?” I asked, not ready tolet go of my bratty self just yet.

He gave me another hard blow but kepthis fingers deep in my pussy. He blessed me with a hybrid of punishment andreward. “Hush.”

“Yessir,” I said. As I’d been raised.As I had addressed him from time to time when I was much younger.

“There’s her manners,” he said andslowly started to fuck me with his fingers. When I squirmed and danced in thehallway, the towel flapping around me like sea green wings, he pushed me downon the cold wooden floor and spread my legs. “She does have manners after all,”he muttered, sucking my nipple into his mouth and biting it hard enough for meto curve up under him. My body curling toward him though my instinct was tomove away.

His fingers still buried deep, hemoved to the other nipple, biting little pink circles over my nipple, over myclavicle. Between my breast and down my side until I was panting like I hadbeen running. His fingers flexed and moved and thrust until that first sweetburst of orgasm rose up in me and I came, clutching at him, moving my flesh tohis mouth. “Now she’s a good girl,” he said softly and kissed me.

I held onto him like he was a mirage.I gripped him tight for fear of losing him. I had just gotten him. Wasn’t evensure I had him. She could not have him back. “Don’t go. Don’t go back toher,” I begged.

He laughed softly,  unbuttoning in hisjeans, running the ruddy and heated tip of his cock to my pussy. Spreading myown moisture along my outer lips, ringing me with heat. “See, Jen, you’d be adangerous creature if you listened when you should.”

“What?”

“Shush,” he said, putting his fingersto my lips.

“Tell me, tell me,” I said desperatelyeven as I moved up to meet his body. Letting him slip into me slowly butsurely.

“She called and I told her I didn’twant to talk. Then I called her back when you were gone. I left a message thatit was done. She wanted to come back.” He moved into me languidly. Slippingdeep and then pulling back, over and over so that I felt like I would weep orlaugh. I wasn’t sure which.

“She wanted to come back,” I echoed,my body betraying my damaged emotions by contracting with euphoria andpleasure. I clenched my pussy tight even as I clenched my teeth at his words.

“But I said no. When I said I couldn’tdo this, I meant lie. When I left it was to put it to an end.”

Gil thrust deep, rocked his hips fromside to side, pinned me with is bulk and kissed me with his soft lips. I camelike a firecracker bursting on a hot summer night. My body clamping tightaround his seeking cock, my mouth pressed hard and determined to his mouth.

“Say no, say no,” I said, though hehad already explained that was what he’d done. All I kept hearing in my head wasthat she wanted to come back. My mother wanted to come back. Marian wanted tocome back. His wife wanted to come back.

He pushed his