Lynelle

Undressing for the shower had given Lynelle a momentary scare from the numerous hickeys and bite marks decorating her neck.

When Lynelle emerged from her room for dinner, freshly showered and changed, she was displeased to discover every single one of her roommates were there. She had slipped on her bulkiest sweatshirt, to hide the hickeys Max had left, and a thin little pair of pajama shorts.

Ethan had made them this curry chicken stuff, and it was heavenly. Lynelle ate it as fast as humanly possible, while avoiding eye contact with Max or Jackson. She knew she was acting weird, but every time she tried to make herself be chill and face them, she thought of the looks on their faces when they caught her, with her panties literally around her legs. The humiliation was almost unbearable.

After she wolfed down the food, Lynelle put her dishes in the dishwasher and headed upstairs with her head down, ignoring the curious stares from Rowan, Char, and Ethan.

Lynelle sat on her bed and pulled her latest book off her nightstand, settling into her pillows and losing herself in the pages.

It was a half an hour later when she heard a knock on the door but it felt like no time at all. She got up and cracked it open, seeing Char standing there. She softened and let him in, following him over to her bed, where they sat down.

"You left dinner in an awful hurry," he said gently.

Lynelle sighed. "Just tired. I didn't sleep too well last night." She stood up and slipped off the hoodie, hanging it back up in her closet. She had a tank top underneath.

When she turned around, Char had a strange look on his face.

"I can see you've had a pretty eventful day," he commented, gesturing at her neck. Shit! She was covered in hickeys, how could she forget? She turned back around with her hands around her neck, feeling like her face just caught on fire.

"These aren't what you think they are," she told him. "I burned myself with my curling iron."

"You have a curling iron in the shape of human teeth? Interesting. I'd like to see what that does to your hair. If I didn't know better I would say those almost looked like bite marks."

She turned and looked at him, dropping her hands. He didn't look mad or anything. In fact, he almost looked... pleased?

Char patted his lap, and she came and sat on it, facing him with her legs straddling him. She knew the drill. He slid his hands around her body, coming to rest on her lower back.

"You know, I was thinking. It must have been pretty nerve-wracking the other day, when you admitted your fantasy in front of all of us."

She hummed in agreement.

"I have a kink that I'll share with you that might make you feel a little better."

"A kink?"

"Something that turns me on."

"Oh. What is it?"

Char moved his hands down so that they were more or less cupping her ass, and pulled her closer to him, dragging her crotch along his. Her lips parted.

"It makes me crazy when pretty girls like you call me 'Daddy'." His voice was rough when he spoke, and the way he looked at her made her squirm in his lap.

"'Daddy'?" She said, a little confused as to why that would turn him on.

He put his face in her neck, planting little kisses on each of her bite marks and hickeys.

"Mhmm. Why don't you try it out?" Char suggested. She felt butterflies explode in her stomach.

"What should I say?"

He slipped his hands into her shorts and rubbed his thumbs over her bare hips, making her shiver.

"Why don't you beg me?"

"But I don't have anything to beg you for."

"You will, love." He motioned for her to stand, then hooked his thumbs over the waistband of her shorts and panties once she did. He slid them down and left them on the floor, then pulled her back into his lap.

She shivered as the bare, wet parts between her legs met the unforgiving denim of his pants.

"See, you've got options. Beg me to stop, beg me for more..." Char grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto where she could feel his erection. The motion pressed her clit directly on it, creating sparks of pleasure. Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan.

He rocked her back and forth, rubbing her pussy over his cock. It was touching her clit in the most perfect way. Her hands gripped his shoulders and dug in her nails, trying to gain back control of herself.

Char nudged her hands off of him and used one hand to take off her tank top and throw it away. He looked pleased but not surprised to find her braless. He leaned down and put his mouth on her nipple, nibbling and sucking.

Lynelle was squirming on his lap, rubbing herself on him. She was so wet, and she realized with a tinge of embarrassment that she was probably getting his pants wet.

He changed the angle of her hips a little, and she gasped as it rubbed her clit in a much, much better way.

She rolled her head back and closed her eyes, whimpering. She was getting close, and Char seemed to know as he smirked and switched to the other nipple. She was completely soaked and dripping on him now.

He held her hips with his strong hands as her orgasm came. Lynelle grabbed his wrists, rocking her hips and moaning until it rode out. When it was over, she stopped her motions and leaned forward into him.

A thought occurred to her. "I still don't have anything to beg you for."

Char pulled her away from him, and carefully set her on the floor in front of him. "Ah. I'm glad you remembered." He gestured to his lap, where she had been sitting. She blushed as her eyes landed on the wet spot she'd left right over his erection.

"Lick it up."

"W-what?"

"Lick up your mess, love," he told her gently.

She stared at him with wide eyes, darting down to his lap. That would be embarrassing. Now she understood what she was going to beg him for.

"Please don't make me do that."

"Please, what, Lynelle?"

"Please, Daddy." Her face was warm. She still didn't quite understand it, but it did make her strangely tingly down there. He grunted almost inaudibly.

He smiled and rubbed a hand over her cheek, then threaded it into her hair. "Very sweet. But no." He grabbed her hair and guided her face closer to the wet spot, and she whimpered.

He let go when she was a few inches away, and she glanced up at him.

"Go ahead."

She looked back down and leaned closer to his lap. Just do it. She licked a long strip up his denim-covered cock, eliciting a sigh from him. She blushed at the taste of her own pussy.

Lynelle kept licking the wet spot, paying special attention to the part where his hard-on pressed against his pants. Char was watching her with dark eyes. His hands were gripping very tightly into the sheets. He looked almost pained, like he was holding himself back. He wasn't saying much, but his little grunts and sighs were enough for her.

"That's enough," he rasped after a while. "That's--" he cleared his throat. "That's a good girl, Lynelle. You did a good job." He pulled her back from him.

He stood up, collecting her clothes from where they were discarded around the room. She caught a glimpse of his flushed face before he kissed her cheek, dumped the clothes next to her, and left the room.

She smiled at his rumpled, flustered appearance before he left. Not that she was much better. She showered, again, and lay in bed, replaying the events of the day. Wow. Big day. She didn't know how she was gonna face them tomorrow.