The Art of Erotica

Chapter Four from Daddy’s Game by Normandie Alleman

Sparks fly when artist Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers. When he reveals he wants to be her dominant daddy and her to be his submissive little girl, she doesn’t hesitate to agree.

Natron has money, fame, and now a woman he to share it with. His life feels complete, but everything comes crashing down when a devastating injury threatens to end his season—and maybe his career. Natron fears he will lose it all. Will he self-destruct or can he dig deep and fight hard for himself, and his little girl?

Chapter Four of Daddy’s Game by Normandie Alleman

Carmen yawned.

Sleep had eluded her the past week. Her sense of reason was in a battle with her love of fantasy for control of her heart.

She knew engaging in a fling with Natron Dakers was bound to end in heartbreak, resulting in her becoming just another one of his conquests. But she needed the money from his commission and if she screwed that up, she’d soon be dodging phone calls from creditors. And how could she pass up the opportunity to be with such an incredible guy? Even if it was only for the short timeframe, a one-night stand with him would be something she could remember forever. Maybe not exactly the kind of thing you share with your grandkids, but an experience she could treasure in any case.

Then there was the possibility he didn’t want to be with her. When he’d asked her out, then kissed her after dinner, she’d thought he was attracted to her. But before anything more could transpire, he’d pulled away and basically sent her home. What the hell did that mean? Maybe he hadn’t liked kissing her, and that was embarrassing, humiliating even.

Natron would be arriving at her studio any minute. Shoving her mixed feelings to the back of her mind, Carmen glanced in the mirror and applied lip gloss in a sheer coral color. She ran her fingers through her curly mop and turned to pick up some clothes she’d tossed on the floor. Not that Natron would come upstairs to her bedroom, but on the off chance…

Carmen’s apartment consisted of a huge open space that took up most of the square footage, a tiny kitchenette to one side and a small living space upstairs. She ate at the bar of the mini kitchen and slept on a bed upstairs. She read so often that she didn’t even own a television. If she wanted to watch a program or catch up on the news, she used her computer or tablet.

Her work space was cluttered and messy, but she was an artist, so organizational skills and tidiness were not her forte. She looked over at the kitchen sink, relieved at least that was clean and the dishes were put away.

He’s coming over to have his portrait painted, not audition you for the job of wife

Just then she heard a knock at the door, and her emotions did a tap dance in her abdomen. Her hands fluttered with excitement as she moved to let him in.

“Hey, babygirl,” Natron said, leaning casually in the door frame, his smile lighting up the already sunny loft.

The flirty name caught her off guard, but she could feel her face strain with how hard she was smiling. So much for playing it cool.

“Hey.” She ushered him in and offered him some bottled water.

Natron strutted through the door and looked around. “Man, this place is fly.”

“Thanks,” Carmen said, pulling two bottles from the refrigerator. Not exactly the luxury digs he was accustomed to, but it was perfect for her.

She noticed him searching for a chair. “Sorry, I don’t entertain very often.” She motioned to the bar stools at the kitchenette and made a note to create a small seating area downstairs with some of the money she would earn from this commission.

He straddled the stool and took a slug of water. “So tell me, how’s this thing gonna go down?”

“Well, I was considering painting you from behind. I think that would make a statement.”

The corners of his mouth curled up. “Oh, so you think I have a fine ass is what you’re sayin’.”
She slapped at his arm playfully. “Natron! I’m thinking artistically here.”

“I know. That’s what I’m sayin’.”

Trying to hide her smile, she said, “Okay. We’ll do it from the front. Just like everybody else.”

He touched her chin and winked. “I’m just playin’, babygirl. We’ll do whatever you want. You’re the artist.”

“I know, but you’re paying me, so it’s important that you like it.”

“I gotcha,” he nodded and pulled his shirt over his head.

She couldn’t help but stare at the chiseled muscles underneath. His skin was as smooth and dark as the finest chocolate. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, then took a sip of water.

“So… just the shorts?” she gulped. “You gonna leave on the shorts?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’m not gonna strip naked on you,” he laughed. “At least not right now.”

She giggled. “Do you want to be holding a football or is that too… obvious? It’s up to you.”

“I think I need the ball. Without it, I’m just a guy.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

He tried a few different poses, most of them giving her a prime view of his well-defined muscles. The way his back rippled with sinewy strength made her knees wobble. She didn’t know a person could have so many different back muscles; the way the hard bumps contrasted with his silky black skin made her pussy cream.

She walked around him, snapping pictures with her phone. “I’ll use these for reference. That way you won’t have to stay in the same position for hours and hours at a time.”

He lifted a brow lazily. “Girl, you tryin’ to get rid of me?”

She shook her head. “Of course not.” The man was like a sunshiny day; being around him lifted her spirits.

Finally he lighted on her stairs; legs apart, he leaned over, clutching the ball powerfully between his hands.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed.

“What?”

“That’s the pose right there. Don’t move.”

He stayed put as she circled him, taking pictures from every conceivable angle. After she’d determined that she’d gotten the shots she wanted, she moved to her sketchpad. “Next I’m going to make some gesture drawings. Be sure this is the pose we want. Try to act natural and tell me about one of your favorite plays. Feel free to walk around, use your arms. Use your body to tell me the story.”

“Oh, I like that. You’re good,” he said, waggling a finger at her.

He began to talk, his movement as fluid and graceful as a dancer. He appeared to glide across the room, and a few times Carmen became so wrapped up in watching him that she almost forgot to draw.

“So it was the conference championship, biggest game of the year. And the ball wasn’t even being thrown to me, but it was tipped so I went up for it anyway. Jumped as high as I could. The defender hit me in the thighs, upending me. I just remember thinking I had to focus on grabbing that ball. I felt it rather than saw it; my left hand reached out and grabbed it, pulled it in. After I flipped over, another guy hit me. I landed on the ground with both of them on top of me. When they all got up, no one could believe I had the ball. But I had it.” He held his football up in the air to show her what he’d done at the end of the play. His eyes gleamed and Carmen found herself being drawn into his world; his passion for the game was infectious.

“That’s amazing. I’d like to see that play.”

“I prolly got it on my phone. I’ll show ya later. You mentioned something about pizza the other night. What kind of pizza do you like? I’m starved.”

“Pepperoni.”

“Pepperoni it is.” He turned and walked to the window for better cell reception and ordered them a pizza.

When it arrived, they were so hungry they ate more than talked during their meal. After they were finished, Carmen took their plates over to the sink to rinse them off.

“Can I help?” he asked, casually leaning against the wall.

Did he know how hot he looked just lounging in her tiny kitchen? Was he trying to distract her? Because he was totally succeeding. “I got it,” she said.

“Oh, you got it alright.” He gave her a long leisurely once-over. “I’ve been thinking about you, girl, haven’t been able to get you off my mind.”

She sensed his presence behind her before she felt his hands on her waist.

“I’ve been trying to be good, but you’re so sexy. I can’t resist you, babygirl.”

A wave of desire thrilled through her as his hands skimmed over her belly and he started unbuttoning her jean shorts. Her knees almost buckled and she held onto his forearms for support.

“But…” was the only protest she could muster.

“But I think you have on too many clothes,” he said, slipping her shorts down to her ankles.

Feeling dizzy, she turned to steady herself and found herself in his arms. When she lifted her face to his, he claimed her mouth, hungrily sliding his tongue between her lips. The electricity between them ramped up a notch, and for a moment she allowed herself the pleasure of letting go and relishing what it felt like to be in his arms. Things were happening so fast. It unnerved her, but it also excited her. She found her body responded to the aggressive way he acted on his desire for her.

He stepped back and lifted her t-shirt over her head.

Instinctively she covered herself with her hands. It made her uncomfortable to be half-naked in front of him. Like most plus-sized girls, Carmen believed men preferred a thinner woman, and she was self-conscious about her voluptuous figure. She weighed at least thirty pounds more than the models on the magazine covers she saw every week at the grocery store checkout line.

“What are you doing? Stop. I want to see you.” He pulled her hands away, firmly placing them at her sides.

“I’m embarrassed.” She felt the warmth rising in her cheeks. He smiled and shook his head. “Girl, you don’t know how good you look, do you?”

“Well, I… I just need to lose a few pounds,” she stammered.

“Lose a few pounds, my ass! You’re beautiful. I love your curves. I don’t need an anorexic woman. I want a girl who knows how to live, how to eat,” he said, wrapping his arms around her again. “How to love.”

He scooped her up like a bride about to cross the threshold and started climbing the stairs.

Panic rose in her throat. “Natron, you can’t. Please! You’ll drop me.”

He merely chuckled. “You don’t know how strong I am. I’m not gonna drop you.”

“But Natron, what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m taking you to bed.”

“But, but… it’s so fast.” The alarm bells that had been going off in her head waned. His persuasive charms were quickly overriding her concerns, and she longed to give in to him, but how could she?

“When I see what I want, I have to have it. And right now what I want is you.” He nuzzled her neck, nibbling his way around her earlobe.

The words ‘right now’ stuck in her head. Okay, so he wanted her now, but what about afterwards? Would he want her later, or would she be just another conquest for the big football star?

When he reached the top of the stairs, he tossed her on the bed and proceeded to take off the rest of his clothes. As he stood there in all his naked glory, Carmen drew a ragged breath. He was gorgeous.

Good lord, he must have to work out constantly to look like that and still be able to eat pizza. His body was rock hard, every muscle well-defined. He even had that sexy Apollo’s belt that made that deep ‘v’ leading directly to his enormous cock. As impressive as the rest of him was, it was impossible for her not to stare at his erection jutting out proudly before him.

“Now it’s your turn.” He tugged at her panties.

“Natron, I don’t know. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…”

He pursed his lips. “Alright then, let’s play a game instead.”

She closed her legs, eyeing him skeptically, feeling nervous and excited all at the same time. “What kind of game?”

“I call it ‘Everything But,’” he said.

“What do you do?” The game sounded rather self-explanatory, but she was stalling for time.

“You get naked and we can do everything but have sex. No penetration. Just foolin’ around.” He sat on the bed next to her and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. “No harm in that, is there?”

He smelled so good, his skin felt so good against hers that she hardly noticed her better judgment melting away, seduced by his words. He was right. They were already both naked and if they weren’t going to have sex, why not play around a little bit?

She lay back and allowed his hands to wander. He caressed her thighs with the palm of his hand, then travelled up her stomach to fondle her breast, whispering, “You’re so beautiful.”

Her breath caught in her throat and she rasped, “So are you.”

After kneading her breast, his mouth enveloped its center and his tongue toyed with her nipple, sending a jolt of bliss through her veins.

She clutched him to her, embracing his attentions and praying they would continue for a long, long time. The broad expanse of his back and shoulders dwarfed her, and she loved how he made her feel small, more feminine.

The urgent nudging of his cock against her hip disclosed his need for her. Wanting more, she raised her hips, trying to mold her skin to his.

“Now, that’s a bad girl,” he teased.

Normally she would have blushed, but Carmen was far beyond caring about propriety. She pulled him to her for a heated kiss, then said, “I don’t care.”

“Oh, okay. I see how it is.” He bent his lips to hers and tasted her. His tongue moved with hers, each rolling over the other in a sensuous dance of passion.

He reached between her legs, stroking first her inner thigh, then moving deliciously closer to her core. Slowly, he traced her outer lips with his fingers, causing her to thrust her pelvis upward, betraying her wanton desires.

After much teasing, he finally dipped a finger inside her aching channel. She squirmed underneath him, a slight moan escaping her throat. He worked her pussy until it was drenched with wanting, needing to be filled.

He began tracing tiny little circles over her engorged clit.

“Oh, my God!” she shrieked, about to come.

He rolled away from her and ordered her in a hoarse voice, “Climb on top of me.”

Usually Carmen was self-conscious about being on top; she didn’t like giving her partner a full view of her ample figure. But Natron made her feel safe somehow. He could have any woman he wanted and it boosted her confidence that he wanted her.

She sat atop him, emboldened by the lust he’d inspired in her. Leaning over to kiss him, she ground her pelvis against his steel rod, which only served to increase the wetness at her core.

He brushed his lips over her erect nipples and she cried out in ecstasy, desire threatening to overtake her. Watching him suckle her, she was overcome by the beautiful contrast of his dark skin against her milky flesh. With a wanton disregard for the rules of the game, Carmen tilted back and forth until her opening hovered just over the head of his cock.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided. “Everything but.” He took her wrists and held them firmly.

She groaned. All this teasing was driving her insane; she wanted him inside her.

He lifted his pelvis so his cock rubbed against her swollen clit and then down to her throbbing pussy.

“That’s not fair,” she whimpered.

“Didn’t say it was fair, but that’s the game. The game you agreed to play.” His eyes locked with hers and she saw her own lust and frustration mirrored in his eyes.

It wasn’t much of a battle. Her brain told her to hold off, enjoy the foreplay… but her pussy had other ideas. Pulsing with a heartbeat all its own, her nether regions took charge, and her intrepid lust won the day. In a defiant move, she uncharacteristically challenged him. Though he held her arms, she shifted her crotch and impaled herself onto him.

Relief washed over her as she took him inside her. Slowly she rocked back, letting him fill her completely. The sensation was so welcome, tears began to form in her eyes.

He freed her wrists and she swiped at her eyes before laying her hands on either side of his chest to balance herself. Dropping her pelvis up and down, she fucked him at a languid pace, relishing every nuance of the movement. Her eyelids slowly fluttered shut as she embraced the delicious sensations that gripped her body. So it shocked her when she felt a sharp slap to her ass.

Her eyes flew open and she cried out.

“That’s a naughty little girl, fucking Daddy when she was supposed to do everything but that.”

His words stopped her cold. She wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not.

He smacked her again on the other cheek. “Don’t stop now. The only thing worse than a naughty girl who can’t follow directions is a cock-tease.”

She began gyrating her hips again hesitantly. The dirty way he talked to her made what she was doing seem all the more forbidden. The idea of being a ‘naughty girl’ had always turned her on. How had he known that?

Perhaps he’d sensed it, her longing to commit illicit acts, then be punished for them. In any case, she was in heaven here with him. He was fulfilling her in ways she hadn’t known were possible outside her fantasies.

He swatted her again on the backside, his hand transmitting heat to her smarting buttocks, and with each smack she squealed. This seemed to egg him on, and he continued spanking her until she grew wobbly atop him.

At that point he scooped her up with one arm and flipped her over on her back, all the while remaining buried deep in her cunt. Flat on her back, Carmen sank down into the mattress and welcomed the hard fucking he gave her. When she no longer had the energy to hold onto his neck, her arms flopped over her head. Natron promptly took both wrists in one of his huge hands and held them above her head, restraining her movement.

She hooked one ankle over the other across his backside and held on for dear life. He pounded into her with the rapid power and speed that reminded her of a freight train. She’d never been with a man this athletic before; just experiencing the fervor with which he fucked her was a workout.

Within minutes the shimmering waves of one orgasm after another washed over her. He continued pumping into her for several strokes before pulling out and telling her to open her mouth. She complied as he placing a knee on either side of her head. He towered over her, controlling her weaker body with his stronger one. Carmen obediently held her tongue out to receive his salty essence. She captured the pearly droplets and swallowed.

“Suck it, babygirl, till Daddy’s not hard anymore,” he instructed her.

Closing her eyes, she took him in her mouth and gently sucking and gliding her tongue around his shaft until he was flaccid.

He pulled out and collapsed alongside her on the bed.

She rolled into him and he took her in his arms. “Good girl,” he said.

She kissed his chest and answered, “Thank you, Daddy.” The words spilled out of her mouth easily. Burrowing down into that cozy nook where his arm met his chest, she laid her arm across him and basked in the bliss of the moment.

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A former psychologist, Normandie Alleman has always been fascinated by human behavior, and she loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. When she’s not writing you might find her on Pinterest or baking for her passel of kids, adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.

Author’s Website: http://www.normandiealleman.com