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Jinx has always enjoyed making herself comfortable on top of Silco's desk. In part because she knows she's the only one who could get away with it. Her boot is leaving an imprint on some important looking document and Silco isn't even batting an eye. It's always okay when she's the one doing the destruction. His well of excuses is unending when it comes to her.
Also.
It's just so easy to slide right into his lap from her perch. When she was younger, it was a safe place – her back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around her. When the nightmares about Vi came, she’d find him working late into the night. It was always his hand, stroking through her hair that calmed her back down.
Now that she's older she has a new favorite place. Her knees on either side of his thighs, her hands resting on his shoulders, looking at him eye to eye.
"What are you doing?" Silco asks. "I don't need my injection yet."
But what about what I need?
She doesn't say it, but she might need to show it. Jinx rolls her hips, grinding her pussy against Silco's cock. She's a virgin -- who could she ever trust more than, or even as much as him? But being able to get in and out of places unseen has its advantages. She's watched enough couples to have a good idea of what she wants.
"Jinx," he says, his jaw tight. "That's -- uncomfortable."
And she knows she has him.
"Really?" she asks, sounding more innocent than someone who blew up a building a few hours ago has a right to. "Because it feels good to me."
She rolls her hips to prove her point. This time Silco groans.
"There's a spot, right here," she slides a hand down to cup her pussy and grinds against her own fingers. It's not as good as when she puts her hand inside her pants, but it'll do for the demonstration. "It feels good when I rub against it."
His cock is hardening beneath her. And honestly, fuck all these clothes. She wants to feel it, she wants to see it. Silco's hands are curling around her hips now. She doesn't know what he intended when he put them there, but now he's just anchoring her in place while she humps against him.
"No one told me about it," she continues, "I had to figure out for myself."
"My dear I really don't think this is the time --"
"I think you're lying to me," her free hand curls around his throat and she squeezes just enough to make his pay attention. "I think you like it too"
"Jinx," Silco gasps. She's always loved the sound of her name coming off his lips. It sounds so strong and powerful. It sounds right -- like this is who she was always meant to be. And he helped her get there.
"Yeah, Daddy?"
There's only been a few times that she's said it out loud. In middle of the night, whispered between hiccuping sobs before his arms wrapped around her and he told her it would be all right.
But in her head, she's always Daddy's good girl.
They always called Vander by his name and she barely even she remembers her real parents. But Silco. She's his. She'll always be his. His perfect girl. She loves him so much.
Silco surges forwards and catches her mouth. His arms slide up her back pulling her closer as they kiss. This part she's practiced before. It looked like fun when she watched the couples at the bordello do it. It wasn't hard to find a boy to talk in teaching her how. Even if she had to break his fingers when he tried to touch her underneath her shirt.
Her Daddy is good at kissing and she tells him so. Silco sighs, exasperated.
"Can you touch me?" She takes one of his hands in her own, laces their fingers together. "I think it'll feel even better if you do it."
"It will," Silco murmurs, his voice deeper than a moment ago. "But I'm not sure you're ready for this."
"I am," Jinx says. "I promise."
She guides his hand into her pants. His fingers find just the right spot almost instantly. She knew she was right. She knew he was worth waiting for.
"You're so wet," Silco marvels as his fingers move in quick circles over her clit.
"Can't help it," she gasps.
She’s wound tighter than a bow string. She's never been able to get off on her own. Always ends up sweaty and frustrated, throwing her clothes back on and going out to watch something explode to break the tension.
But Silco is playing her body like and instrument.
"Fuck. Silco. Fuck. " Her hips stutter against his hand. So close. So so close.
"You can call me the other thing. If you wanted."
"Daddy," Jinx moans it as shamelessly as she does when she's alone. "Daddy, I wanna come."
"Hold tight, my sweet," Silco says. He leans in a kisses the column of her throat. "Have I ever let you down?" Silco cups his free hand around her backside, keeping her in place as she grinds against his fingers. "That's my girl," he soothes.
His gravelly voice sends a shiver down her spine. Her breathing is ragged and she tightens her fingers in his vest as the explosion builds. Her legs clamp shut on instinct, held open only by her position on his lap. Her cry is part growl, part scream, part curse. Silco's fingers are still moving and it's almost too much now but she doesn't want to give up a single second of him touching her.
"My good girl," Silco whispers. He withdraws his hand from her pants, licks his fingers clean and draws her for a kiss. "Feeling better now?"
She nods, but it doesn't change the fact that his cock is still hard beneath her. She reaches down between their bodies.
"I want it inside me," she tells him and Silco's eyes widen, almost imperceptibly.
"Have you done that before?"
The question is so matter of fact she almost laughs. This isn't a business deal with one of his topside contacts. It's him and her. No one else understands.
"No," she tells him as she extracts herself from his lap and kicks off her boots. "I want it to be you."
Silco raises an eyebrow. His expression is too serious for a man who's cock is tenting his pants in an almost comical way.
"It will probably hurt," he says.
Jinx skims out of her pants and climbs back into his lap. Since when did pain ever stop anyone from taking from they wanted? She bats his hands away and pulls his cock out. His skin is hot and the tip is wet.
"I don't care." She guides the head of his cock to her opening, rubs herself against him and listens to him groan. "It's always been you and me," Jinx says because it's the one thing she knows to be true no matter what.
"Yes," he agrees.
He shifts in his seat and his cock slides against her. Wet against wet. She spreads herself open and stands up on her knees.
"Ready?" is the only thing he says.
She nods and positions herself over the head of his cock, slowly lowering herself down.
He was right.
It does hurt.
But she doesn't stop. She sinks down slowly, feeling every bit of him splitting her open, sliding inside of her. She slides her fingers over his, where they're wrapped around the base, feels where he disappears inside of her. feels how they're connected. Jinx presses her forehead to his. His cock twitches inside of her. She doesn't know if he's big but he feels big inside of her.
Silco takes a deep breath and her name falls from his lips on the exhale. She lifts herself up a tiny bit and lets gravity to the work on the way down. Silco's eyes roll back, he lets out a small groan.
"Is that good, Daddy?"
"Perfect. Just perfect."
She's only ever wanted to be good for him.
She continues in that way, bouncing in his lap, taking him deeper, mesmerized by his reactions. His hand find their way beneath her top, gently cupping her tiny breasts. Rough fingers pinch her nipples, just a teasing tug at first and then harder, harder, hard enough to hurt. But it doesn't hurt. Lightning bolts travel straight to her pussy and her body clamps down harder around his cock. She almost didn't even notice that how good his cock feels now -- that's she's wetter than before.
"D--daddy," she chokes out.
Every little twist and tug is bringing her closer to the edge. Is it even possible for her to come again? Now that she knows what it's like, she wants Silco to be the only one to make her come for the rest of her life. She's fully seated on his cock now, rocking back and forth, grinding against him for all she's worth. He slides a hand down and rubs a thumb across her clit.
"You always were a fast learner," he tells her, and there's a measure of pride in his voice.
Jinx chews on her bottom lip as he plays with her clit, just enough to make her squirm but not enough to get her off.
"Is this the way I get you to listen to what I say?" Silco asks.
He sounds almost amused. Jinx allows a small whimper to escape her lips.
"You said I was perfect as I am."
"Of course you are." Both of Silco's hands curl around her bare ass and tug her forward. His cock is so deep in her she can't think. "But that doesn't mean I don't sometimes wish you would trust me when I tell you not to do something."
The tip of one finger traces around the rim of her asshole.
"I'm never trying to keep you from having fun. I would never do anything to hurt you. Never."
"I know." Jinx wiggles around in his lap and they both gasp. "But what if I want you too."
It's several seconds before Silco responds. When he finally does his expression is once again amused.
"You may be the death of me yet."
She leans forward intent on kissing him but he stops her with a hand to her throat. His eyes locked on hers. Not a sound between them. And then -- the loud crack of his hand against her ass. It's a lightning bolt ten times as strong as when he was playing with her nipples.
"Make me come, Jinx," he says. And his voice is nothing like she's ever heard before.
No that's not right. She's heard him sound like that before, just not when speaking to her. Instead of a doting on her, he just gave a command. Her entire body shakes. Coming feels different with his cock inside of her.
She pushes her top up -- just enough for her perky little tits to pop out -- and curls her hands around the back of his neck. She bounces frantically in his lap. He doesn't spank her again but she's already concocting ways to goad him into it in the future.
Silco comes moments later, his hands gripping her hips so tightly he's probably leaving bruises. She wants to stay like this forever. Their bodies connected. Her Daddy looking happier than she can ever remember.
Eventually though, he eases her up and tucks his cock back into his pants. She feels his come dripping down her legs and touches herself there. She wonders how long she can go without getting washed up -- just to keep him around a little longer. She's not really paying attention as he helps her back into her clothes. Not until he kisses her neck and whispers in her ear.
"Next time you can just ask for what you want," Silco says. "You know I can never say no to you."