daphne and weston bump into each other in paris before they realise that daphne is weston's daughter's new teacher. they start off on a bad note, both of them being rude to each other but there's an underlying sexual tension. weston was a protective, jealous and dominant dilf frfr and daphne was just so sweet. i really like her interactions with the daughter daisy
“You’ve got a smart little mouth on you, don’t you? I bet that too could be taken care of with a little discipline as well.”
when he got jealous
“Who is Mr. Double Fudge Sundae?”
Fuck, I meant to keep that to myself.
Feeling her body against mine, feeling the burn of jealousy in my chest when she was flirty with deck shoes or Mr. Fudge Fucking Sundae whatever the hell his name is, I knew I had to do something.
he's protective
“Why the fuck are you opening the door when you can’t see who it is?”
“I heard you needed a picture hung.”
“Eavesdropping again, Mr. Vaughn?” She cocks her head, a smirk on her face. It’s funny to see how she slips between that nervous, bubbly woman I met in Paris and this feisty, combative woman standing before me.
“Because the things I want to do to you”—I lean in, running my lips softly up her neck—“are not nice.”
“What kinds of things?” Her eyes flutter closed, her head tilting back to expose her neck even further to my lips.
“Bad things, Miss Flowers. Very bad things.”
“I’ve thought of nothing but tasting your lips again,” I murmur against them before sliding my tongue between them. “I promised myself I would behave with you on this trip but I’m not sure I can do that.” I kiss her again, deeper, harder till she’s moaning, then I step back, leaving her panting, her hands against the wall behind her.
“Why behave? Because stuffing every hole in your body with my cock and tongue for three days straight really isn’t an option with others on board. Why won’t I be able to keep my promise? Because all I can think about is stuffing every hole in your body with my cock and tongue for three days.” I reach my hand out to touch her chin gently.
“Good girl,” I say, deciding to call her bluff. “What would you say if I told you to pull your bikini bottoms to the side and pleasure yourself for me while I watched?” Her lips part and I hear a sharp intake of air. “Or do you prefer the other way around? Maybe you want to watch me get off? Leave a nice trail of my cum”—I reach my fingertip out and drag it lightly down between her breasts to her belly—“on your smooth skin?”
“I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you.” He says it almost to himself, like he didn’t mean to say it aloud.
“I like when you’re defiant; it’s a turn-on for me but don’t think it will stop me. You might cause a scene, sweetheart, but the second I get you alone, you’ll also crawl and beg.”
“Arms up,” he says and I obey, lifting my arms up as he pulls his t-shirt down over my arms and head. “That will be way more comfortable.” He pulls my hair to the side, planting a featherlight kiss against my neck.
“Good, because all I’ve thought about tonight is how fucking sexy it was to know you were sitting there beside me so politely with a belly full of my cum.”
“You look good bent over a desk.”
“Not in my classroom, Mr. Vaughn.” I spin around and push against his chest unsuccessfully.
“Mmm, you know what that does to me when you call me that, Miss Flowers.” His hands reach up to tilt my head as his lips caress mine.
“Mmm, or maybe it’s a new kink unlocked”—his hand comes up to cup my breast—“roleplaying that I get to pay you for services rendered.”
“Fuck, you look good in this little dress.” He slides his hand up my leg, beneath the dress to grab a handful of my ass. He pulls it up over my ass, smacking me hard before pulling my panties to the side. “But you need to be reminded who you belong to.”
“I’m going to leave a wet spot on the stool.”
He gives me that smirk, the one that makes my knees weak. “Exactly. Marking my territory.”
“Good girl.” I pull them out slowly and bring them to the edge my glass, rubbing her release on it. I reach back between her thighs, dipping my fingers inside her again, then bring them back to the glass. She stares at me, her eyes heavy as I pick up the glass and bring it to my lips, taking a sip. “So much better.”
“Tell me you’re mine.” I kiss my way up her body. “Tell me no other man gets to touch you like this.” I bury my face in her neck, pulling her hands over her head to pin them to the pillow. “Tell me you want this too.”
“The thought of Preston or any man touching you makes me want to tear them limb from limb, baby. You’re mine, you understand me?”
“New rule, my shirt is the only thing you wear from now on. Well, this and my cum.”
“I meant what I said tonight—I’m done playing nice; I’m done playing games. You might be falling, baby, but I already fell.”
“You— You’re—”
“In love with you? Yes.”
“I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you. I felt drawn to you but I fought it. I was scared too but I can’t fight it any longer. I don’t want to. I want your heart.” I place my hand over her chest. “I want your body.” I drag it down, plumping her breast in my hand. “I want your mind and your soul. I want you, all of you. I want a life with you.” I continue dragging my hand down further till I reach her belly. I press my hand against her. “I want to create life with you.”
“I know. I understand, trust me, but I promise I’ll be here for you. I’m not asking for you to give me everything right now. I’m just asking for a chance because this, what we have, is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love. The love of your life kind of love.”
“Are you okay, baby? I’ve missed you. I looked everywhere for you; I was so scared.”
"You were scared and hurting, I understand. Wherever you were, whatever happened, it’s in the past. As long as I know you’re safe, that’s all that matters.”
“No. You and Daisy are my world.”
“Because I’m not the kind of man who takes lightly to threats, especially against you. If you thought for one second I wouldn’t tear this fucking world apart come hell or high water to defend you and protect you, then you don’t know me very well.”
“There is no mercy when it comes to you, no second chances for people who try to fuck over my family. And I’ll get a lot of joy out of ruining them. Do you understand me?”
“I don’t want there to be secrets between us. I want you to know exactly what kind of man I am. I will be loyal to you and honest. I “want to say that if you need more space and time, I’ll give it to you, but I don’t think that I can, Daphne. I don’t think I can spend one more fucking second without having you as mine and if I do have to, I’m prepared to burn the world down so you have no other choice but to crawl back to me.”
“I want to be yours. I don’t want to run any longer.”
“That means you belong to me.” He squeezes my throat a little tighter. “You are mine and mine alone. You don’t get to run away again. You don’t get to live life without me. Every fucking inch of you is my property.”
“Such a good girl. You deserve to be rewarded. What do you want, baby?”
“Are you mine, baby, to do with whatever I want?”
“Now that is a vision I want for the rest of my life.” He holds out his arms toward me as I approach, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. “You are so beautiful, baby, so stunning.” His lips find mine and the kiss is soft and warm. His tongue is demanding, his hands gripping my waist as he pulls me against him. “I will never tire of kissing these lips, of holding this body, of tasting you.”
“Don’t you dare apologize. I want to be covered in your scratches and bite marks. I wear them like a badge of honor, baby, knowing I can make you lose complete control like that with me. Hell, maybe I’ll tattoo them on me.” I laugh and he leans in to bite down on my nipples. “Or maybe I’ll just mark you as well so that you have a permanent reminder that you belong to me.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep that you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week as punishment for leaving me. Every time you move or breathe, I want you reminded that my cock is the only cock that will ever be inside you again. I’m the only person who will ever bring you pleasure again. I want you screaming my name so loud that every time you hear it after this, your body will ache for me.”
I wave at Daisy as she slides her backpack on and grabs her grandma’s hand. She waves at me with a big smile. “Bye, Mom. I love you.”
My heart feels like it’s going to burst.
“You know,” he says, kissing the top of my head, “the day I met you here, I was completely taken by your beauty. You had this split second where the sun was behind you and the wind was causing your hair to fly around you and you just took my breath away.”
“Is that—is that why you took that first photo?”
He takes the phone from my hand and stares at it, a smile spreading across his lips. “I didn’t even realize I took a photo of you. I was so lost in your eyes for that brief second that I must have taken it not thinking that it wasn’t my phone. This is getting framed and put in my office.
“No, I hoped and prayed that I would somehow find you again, and then when I did at the airport, I was terrified. I knew right then that if I were to talk to you, to look at you for longer than a second, you would see right through me. You would know how infatuated with you I was and I knew that I’d never be able to walk away from you. I would rather never give you the chance to destroy me instead of risking getting everything I imagined with you.”
“I didn’t have a choice. There was no way I was going to be able to talk myself out of not falling in love with you so I leaped with both feet and it’s the best decision I’ve ever made.”
“You’re my wife now, Daphne, and you’re going to take my cock like a good little wife should. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Vaughn.” My name sounds like the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard on her lips.
“Good girl. Now relax and let me do very wicked”—I pull back, then thrust in hard again—“vile”—I do it again—“bad”—one more time—“things to you.”