Your Dad Will Do (A Touch of Taboo)
Chapter 7

Shane keeps fucking me with those shallow strokes that feel good, but are nowhere near enough. “Stop thinking about what you should want, Lily.”

Easy for him to say. Or maybe it isn’t. I don’t care. I’m not interested in being fair right now. “What if Max tries to win me back?”

Shane laughs. The bastard laughs. “Try it and see what happens.” He releases the headboard with one hand to snake down my stomach and press to my clit. “The first time you visit this house, you’re going to look at the ottoman and think about how many times you came for me there. You’re not going to be able to walk past this room without remembering how good my cock feels inside you.” He drags his mouth over the back of my neck. “How long do you think you’ll last before you’re crossing a line, Lily? An hour? Two? I bet you’d wear a short little skirt for just the occasion and slip my hand under it the second he looks the other way.”

My body goes white hot at the thought. I can’t breathe past wanting to do exactly that. It scares me how much I want it. “Fuck you.”

“Mmm.” He gives my clit a casual slap. “Hit too close to home?”

“Why are you doing this?” I whisper.

“I meant what I said last night.” He slowly drags his fingers over my clit. “You make me want to keep you.”

He makes me want to be kept.

I shake my head. “It will never work.”

Just like that, a flip is switched. “We’ll talk about it later.” Shane shifts back and digs his fingers into my hips. It’s all the warning I get before he starts fucking me, dragging me down his length as he thrusts forward, until his filling me consumes every part of my awareness. He drives into me again and again, forcing every doubt and fear from my mind. There’s no room for them right now. We’re fucking like animals, hard and rough and battling out a silent debate that we’re both determined to win.

Shane fights dirty, though.

He grabs one of my hands and presses it to my clit. “Make yourself feel good, baby girl.”

I should deny the order, but I’m too greedy for my next orgasm. “Yes, Daddy.” Pleasure rises in waves, edging me closer and closer to where I need to be.

Then he yanks me back on his cock, sealing us together too tightly for me to fight. Shane touches a wet thumb to my ass and I freeze. He squeezes my cheek, spreading me, and then presses his thumb past the ring of muscles. “Have you ever taken a man here, Lily?”

“No,” I whisper. I can’t stop shaking. I don’t know if I want to try to get away or arch my back to take him deeper.

“Mmm.” He pumps slowly, not going particularly deep, but branding this part of me all the same. “Would you like your Daddy’s cock in your ass?”

I shiver. “I don’t know.”

He keeps working me, holding me in place. “Did I tell you to stop touching your clit?”

Immediately, I start up again, and the added sensation of this thumb confuses me. This isn’t something I thought I was interested in, but with his big cock inside me and my fingers on my clit, his thumb doesn’t feel…bad. My orgasm starts gaining speed again.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, still fucking me with his thumb. “I think I am going to take this virgin ass. Not yet. But you’re mine, aren’t you, Lily? Every part of you. Mouth and pussy and ass. There for my pleasure whenever I decide to take it.”

I stroke my clit faster, writhing as much as I’m able to. “Yes, Daddy.” The closer I get to coming, the hotter his thumb feels. My breath sobs out and my control wavers. “Fuck me however you want. Make me your dirty little slut.”

“I will, Lily. You can be damn sure I will.” He starts moving again, thrusting with both cock and thumb. I want to last, want to keep riding this pleasure, but my body has other ideas. I come hard, clamping down on him, and the feeling of being penetrated on two fronts drives my orgasm to new heights.

Shane presses his free hand to my back, urging my face down to the mattress but keeping my ass in the air. It allows him deeper yet. I half-expect him to pound into me, but he slows down as if savoring the feel of me. He strokes a hand down my back to squeeze my other ass cheek, spreading me obscenely. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs and pulls out almost all the way to pump just the head of his cock into me. “You look even better. I love watching your pussy spread to take me. And you take every inch, don’t you, baby girl?”

I fist the sheets and moan. “Yes, Daddy.”

“You’ll give me anything I ask, won’t you? Because you want to be good.”

It’s a fight not to slam back onto his cock, not to beg him to fuck me deep again. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He releases a long breath and then he’s doing exactly what I need, shoving deep into me, once again fucking me like he’s mad at me, like I’ve been bad and he’s going to enact my penance with his cock. He curses and then he’s pressed against my back again, shoving my legs wider yet. “You try to come back here as Max’s girlfriend and I’m going to punish you, Lily. Do you hear me? I’m going to flip up your little tease of a skirt and paddle your ass, and then I’m going to fuck you until you scream about how good your Daddy’s cock feels inside you, scream so loud he can hear you.”

Holy shit.

I bury my face in the mattress and shriek as I come. This time, Shane follows me over the edge. He pounds into me, growling my name as he fills me up. Then he presses a devastatingly gentle kiss to the top of my spine as he shifts us onto our side.

I stare blindly at the wall, trying to process the sheer amount of pleasure against how hot his words make me. How wrong they are. I should leave it at that, shouldn’t look deeper into them no matter what he says about keeping me. I’m not naive enough to think that anything said in the middle of sex can be held up to the light.

That doesn’t stop me from speaking. “I’m not going back to him, even if he wanted to try to make things right. It’s really over.” When Shane doesn’t respond, except to gather me closer, I replace myself continuing. “Even before this, things were off. It was too…comfortable, I guess? Like friends who occasionally had sex.” It was so easy being with Max, easy enough that I was able to ignore all the things wrong with the relationship until they accumulated to a pile neither of us could ignore any longer. “I guess that’s why he started looking outside the relationship for what he needs.”

“That doesn’t make it hurt less now that it’s over.”

My throat burns and I have to blink rapidly. “No, it doesn’t make it hurt less.” I’ve lost him, either way. Even if I don’t want that relationship back, even if there’s a strange sort of relief now that I’m free of it, I’m still losing Max as a friend, too.

Shane eases me onto my back and looks down at me. I don’t know what he sees in my face. I’m not in control enough to shield myself from him, and even when I’m at the top of my game, he seems to see right through me. He smooths my hair back. “Go take a shower and get ready. We’re going out.”

I grab onto the distraction he offers with both hands. “Out? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” We might live outside of Chicago but each suburb is like its own little small town. The chances we have of running into someone we know is high. I’m not sure I’m ready for everyone to know how I responded to my relationship with Max falling apart. I’m not sure I ever will be.

Instead of answering, Shane gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. A few seconds later, I hear the shower running. By the time I manage to make it in there, he’s finished with his shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. Shane jerks his chin at the shower. “Take your time.” Then he disappears out the door.

There is something that feels so taboo about using his shower. Even though we’ve been naked together, have fucked in both the living room and his bedroom, it’s almost impossible to separate the Daddy from the father-in-law. Being naked in my father-in-law’s shower feels wrong. Like I’m being bad, being somewhere I shouldn’t be.

I relish the feeling as I shower. Is that the only reason I enjoy being with Shane so much? Because I shouldn’t be?

My situation would be so much simpler if that were the case.

By the time I finish, he reappears with a small polka dot bag I instantly recognize. Max and I only spent significant time here in the summers because of the pool, but that was enough for me to leave a small stash of my stuff in Max’s old room for when I needed it. I take the bag from Shane with shaking hands. It’s another reminder of where I was versus where I am now. “Thanks.”

“Clothes are on the bed.” He turns and walks away.

I blink. I didn’t exactly expect him to ravish me the second I got out of the shower, but there’s no denying a certain disappointment that he’s not letting me play out my towel-dropping fantasy. It’s an effort not to march after him and force his hand, but curiosity gets the better of me. Where does he want us to go? Surely it’s not just a simple errand, not when we’re engaging in this weekend of sheer perversity. At least, I hope not.

I take my time getting ready, just like I took my time in the shower. Part of it is perversity—wondering how long his patience will hold—and the other part is that I genuinely want to look good for him. I blow out my long blond hair and give it a toss to maximize its natural waves, and I put on a full face of makeup. It’s my summer stuff, so a bronzy natural look with pretty pink lips. I smile at myself in the mirror. He said he wants to fuck my mouth later. Red would be better, but pink will do.

Once I’m ready, I head out into the bedroom and stop short. I was so distracted, I hadn’t really thought about what clothes he would have for me, but Shane’s laid out one of my summer outfits. It’s a tiny blue and white striped skirt with a flirty flounce, white lace panties, and a white crop top.

I’m going to freeze to death.

I glare at the closed bedroom door and finally pull on the clothes. Another check in the mirror has me pressing my lips together. This outfit is one I wear over swimsuits to make them barely public appropriate. It’s not meant for anything other than that. The skirt is so short that it brushes the lower curve of my ass and the crop top is an oversized boxy fit that leaves my entire stomach bare and will expose half my breasts if I lift my arms over my head. I do it anyway and relish the heat that bolts through me at the sight of my nipples peeking out.

I replace Shane in the kitchen eating pancakes. He barely looks at me as he slides a second plate across the counter and sets a coffee next to it—heavy in cream and sugar, just like I prefer. “Eat.”

I wait, but he seems intent on his task. Perverse irritation flares. I took my time making myself look good for him and I want acknowledgement. I clasp my hands in front of me and pour sugar into my tone. “You’re not going to tell me if you like my outfit, Daddy?”

He goes still. “It’s fine.”

I’m still not satisfied. I feign a yawn and stretch my arms over my head, the cool air of the room teasing my exposed breasts. When I lower my arms, Shane is finally giving me his full attention. “You’re dressed like a slut, Lily. You leave the house looking like that and you’re not going to like what happens.”

Desire thrills through my blood. “You don’t like it?” I turn around and lean against the counter, feeling my skirt ride up.

“Lily.” I don’t hear him move, but suddenly his hands are on my hips, dragging up my skirt. “Where the fuck are your panties?”

I have to fight back a grin. Finally I’ve got the reaction I’ve been craving. I try to sound as innocent as possible. “I didn’t want to wear them. I don’t like them.”

Shane squeezes my ass cheeks. His hands are so big, he only has to shift slightly for his thumbs to brush my pussy. He parts me slowly. “Who are you planning on fucking in this slutty outfit, baby girl? Because you didn’t put it on solely to run errands with me.”

I try to turn around, but he easily holds me in place. He’s squeezing me and stroking me, but he’s not giving me the contact I need. I try to roll my hips, but he’s gripping me too tightly. “I’m planning on fucking you, Daddy.” Frustration bubbles up, or maybe it’s just that I want to push him the same way he insists on pushing me. Regardless of the reason, my mouth gets away from me. “But if you won’t give me what I need, maybe I’ll go replace it somewhere else.”

I register the absence of his touch a bare moment before he spanks me hard enough to drive a cry from my lips. “What the fuck?”

“That’s right, Lily.” He spanks me again, this time on the other cheek. “What the fuck?” A third spank has me trying to get away, but he grabs the back of my neck and holds me in place. “You want to provoke a reaction by being a little slut? This is the one you get.”

A fourth strike has tears pricking my eyes and my ass feeling like it’s on fire. It hurts. It hurts so fucking much, I can barely breathe, but the heat creates a pulsing in my pussy in time with my racing heart. “I’m sorry, Daddy!”

“Sorry I called you on it, more like.” He doesn’t spank me again. Just keeps my face pinned to the counter as he goes back to squeezing first one cheek and then the other, ramping up the heat I’m experiencing. “For that, you don’t get to leave the truck.”

“W-what?”

He dips his hands between my thighs and gives a derisive laugh. “You love even this. You’re fucking shameless.”

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. I promise.”

“Lies.” Shane urges my legs wider. “But I’ll give you a chance to prove it’s the truth.” He drags a finger through my wetness and lowers his voice. “Be a good girl. Stand exactly like this and don’t move. Look out the window.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

His hand comes off my neck and skates down my back as he moves behind me. I hear him go to his knees and then his mouth is on my smarting ass, kissing it better. And then he spreads me and his mouth is on my pussy and up on my ass and then back down again.

I thought the front of the house was completely shielded by trees. I was wrong. I can clearly see one neighbor shoveling snow and another walking their dog. They’re going about their normal lives, having no idea that Shane is on his knees behind me just out of sight, eating my ass and pussy. My legs start to tremble. “I’m not the only one who likes being bad, am I, Daddy?” He sucks hard on my clit, which is answer enough. “You love being the guy that everyone respects, the pillar of your community, the man everyone goes to when they have something they need fixed.” I gasp as his tongue swirls my ass, but force the next words out. “They’d die to know that you have your mouth all over your daughter-in-law’s pussy.”

Shane gives me a long lick. “Ex, Lily. Ex-daughter-in-law.”

I grip the counter and try to stay still. “But you wanted to do this before that was true. You wanted me to come all over your face when I was still his.”

He leans back and delivers another stinging slap to my ass. “You’re not his.”

“No, I’m not.” I watch the snow-shoveling neighbor strike up a conversation with the dog walker directly across the street. My shirt has ridden up around my shoulders, and my skirt covers absolutely nothing at all. I’m not sure if they can see me as clearly as I can see them from this angle, but the thought that they might has me arching back, offering him my pussy. “I’m yours, Daddy.” When he doesn’t immediately resume licking me, I whimper. “Please make me come. I promise I’ll be quiet. They won’t know what filthy things you’re doing to me. No one will know but us.”

Shane exhales against my aching flesh. “No.”

I blink. “What?”

“No.” He climbs to his feet and flips my skirt down. “A punishment is only a punishment if you don’t enjoy it. Go get your panties on, Lily. Don’t make me ask you again.”