Daddy And The Stray

He couldn’t resist the young woman’s offer.

His twenty-year-old daughter had a way of finding all the strays and bringing them home, and he didn’t just mean the dogs. Aside from the revolving slew of pets that they fed out on their back porch, who left presents for them all over the backyard, there were also constant visitors sleeping over on the sofa. It seemed that Gracy’s friends all had incredibly difficult lives with abusive parents and boyfriends and inconsiderate roommates and she was single-handedly going to save them all.

Connor wasn’t surprised when he saw a new visitor on the couch when he got home that night. The girl with the dark bob was scrolling on her phone when he came in and said hello to him. He reciprocated, sighing at the fact that there was another stranger in the house. He remembered seeing her around before, but couldn’t remember her name.

He tried to mind his own business, eating a pear over the sink in the kitchen, taking his meds, and washing up for bed. He got between the sheets in just a pair of athletic shorts as he always did, propping himself up against the pillows. He didn’t give the girl on the sofa a second thought — this sort of thing was too common at his house.

The knock on his door a few minutes later was not something that commonly happened though. It surprised Connor and he listened for a moment, wondering if he had imagined it. But there it was, another timid rap against the wood of his bedroom door.

“Yeah?” He called out.

The door opened tentatively and the girl who had been on the sofa snuck in, shutting the door behind her. Connor narrowed his eyes, looking her over in the mostly dark room.

“Did something happen?” He asked her, concerned about why she was there.

“No. I just,” the girl sighed, fidgeting with her hands. “Umm… You probably have no idea who I am, Mr. Stewart, but Gracey and I have been friends for a really long time and she is really such a good friend.” The girl was rambling now, her eyes glinting in the darkness. “And every time I’m over here I just… I think you’re a really handsome man, Mr. Stewart and I have like the biggest crush on you.”

This definitely had never happened before! Connor’s eyes widened as his eyebrows climbed his forehead. His mouth hung open and he wasn’t sure how to respond to this girl whose name he still couldn’t remember. She stepped closer and perched on the edge of his bed.

“I’m honestly really flattered, believe me, but…”

She didn’t let him finish his sentence. She leaned in and planted her lips on his, kissing him passionately, her lips moving against his and her hands rubbing his bare chest. His lips had a mind of their own, responding to the girl’s initiative, opening up to her, and letting her tongue in. His brain didn’t catch up to what his body was doing for far too long.

“Woah, ummm…” he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back, desperately searching for her name, as if it would appear on her face if he stared at her hard enough.

“Miranda,” she prompted him.

“Miranda, I’m really flattered, but we can’t do this. You are a pretty girl, but this just wouldn’t be right,” he told her.

“Mr. Stewart…”

“Connor,” he interrupted her.

“I prefer Mr. Stewart,” she told him with confidence. “I’m a grown woman, you know. I’m twenty-one, I’m not a virgin, and I know what I want. I like older men,” she declared, her tone determined. “I know, it’s probably a Daddy kink, I am aware. But you gotta do this for me!”

She was quite self-aware and shockingly direct, which made Connor lost for words, once again. Miranda used this as an opportunity to make her next move, swinging a leg over Connor’s lap and straddling him. She leaned in for another kiss, her chest making contact with his.