Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi

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I stood over the Pack 'n Play for what seemed like hours, watching Alessandro and Dahlia sleep. Layla had Alessandro packed. James and I were packed. Aside from the funeral tomorrow, we were ready to take the jet and go.

I couldn't believe Chad was trying to get custody of our sweet Alessandro. I couldn't believe he had the gall. No, the BALLS. That lying, cheating, abusive PRICK. Even if he had been smacked around a little by James, it wasn't as though he wanted Alessandro.

Now, his family was worried about their legacy. Now, Alessandro was suddenly good enough.

I wanted to strangle the lot of them.

The door to my suite opened, and I looked over to see James looking haggard.

"Did your lawyer recommend a family law attorney?" I asked, going over to him.

"He did. Turns out the Cartwrights are using the same firm," James sighed. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. "Sofia actually got in touch with someone. Apparently, a friend of hers was in a knock down, drag out custody battle with an ex-husband, and this is the attorney she used to beat him."

"So the Cartwrights already have the better lawyers?" I whispered.

James was quiet just a beat too long. "That's not what I'm saying."

"It is what you're saying. I'm sure this attorney Sofia recommended is a real pitbull, but the Cartwrights have already bought the best." I felt sick to my stomach.

"We have Tally's wishes in writing; we have Chad's relinquishing his parental rights in writing. We're the ones in the right, here," James said.

I leaned my forehead into James's chest. "What if...?"

"No. We're not talking about 'what ifs.' We're not borrowing that kind of trouble," James cut me off.

"I don't want to lose him, James. I wouldn't be able to live with myself, knowing he was with those... PEOPLE," I said. "Maybe Tony's right? Maybe we should stay here and let them TRY to take us by force?" "Do you want Alessandro trapped inside this compound for the rest of his life?" James asked.

I hung my head. "No."

"Then we've got to go and fight this." James tilted my chin up and kissed me. "Let's go to bed."

"You'll stay here?" I resented the neediness in my tone a little, but just a little. I did need him. And he needed me. Was it so bad to admit it?

"When we get back, I'm moving in," James smiled. But I didn't think he was joking.

I swallowed. "Okay."

James's smile widened, and his fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress. "I'll have Giana dry clean this."

"Oh. Dahlia's barf seems pretty small in the grand scheme of things right now," I admitted.

My dress fell to the floor, and James kissed my shoulder. "Still, it's a beautiful dress. It'd be a shame to see it ruined."

I blushed. "I have a confession."

James had started a slow exploration of my collarbone. "Oh?"

"I thought you were interested in Sofia," I said. "I was actually going to give you hell for it. But that seems... small now, too."

James held me close and rubbed the nape of my neck. "Then I have a confession. I was... happy... you were jealous." "Happy?!" I protested.

With a small smile, James kissed the tip of my nose. "Let me finish."

"You'll be very lucky if you get to do that tonight," I groused.

That got a short, stressed-out laugh from him. "I know it's not exactly a good look on me, but I've been... anxious about our relationship. I thought if you were at least jealous, well, that was something." "Buttering me up when you knew full well I was silently suffering is not going to get you anywhere, mister," I admonished him.

James pouted. "I can't even order you?"

"Ha! Order me? Not likely." I pushed off his chest and did a sexy sashay over to the bed, dropping my bra and hose as I did so. I sat down and slipped off my shoes and panties. James frowned slightly. "Getting mixed signals here..."

"Good. Now you know how it feels," I said.

"What if I say 'please'?" James asked, walking over between my legs. He tangled his fingers in my hair.

I pretended to give it some thought. "Hmm. Maybe."

James groaned as I cupped him through his pants. "F*ck, tell me this is more than a 'maybe.' I'm going to lose it, Becca."

"You're the one who's wearing too many clothes," I replied, my voice like a whip crack.

James's eyebrows shot up, and a slow smile spread across his face. "Well, so the student becomes the master."

"You're still wearing too many clothes," I replied archly.

"Yes, ma'am." James toed off his shoes, then shrugged out of his shirt and trousers.

When he reached for the waistband of his silk boxers, I grabbed his wrist and shook my head. "I don't know if you've been a good enough boy for that."

James gave me his best, most contrite puppy-dog look. "Please? I promise I'm a good boy."

I pretended to think about it for a second. I was already high on my little power trip. Was this how James felt when he ordered me around? If so, we had to do this role reversal thing more often. Grinning, I leaned in and gripped the waistband of his boxers with my teeth.

"Holy merciful f*ck," James groaned as I peeled his boxers down with my teeth, just enough for his massive erection to spring free and slap me in the face.

I released his boxers and curled my hand around his base, giving his shaft a good, strong stroke. "Somebody's excited," I smiled as I watched him leak prec*m.

"It would be impossible not to be," James panted as I gently squeezed and played with his balls. "F*ck me, Becca, if you don't suck me right now..." "Are you trying to give me orders now?" I barked, frowning up at him.

James's jaw clenched a moment. He was trying to hold himself back, I could tell. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"Good. Because I thought I heard an order in there," I said, returning to my ministrations.

I popped one of his balls in my mouth, then the other.

James's fingers tangled in my hair. "F*ck..."

"If you're a very good boy, we just might," I teased him, prying my lips away for a second.

"F*ck..." James said again in frustration.

I giggled and stood up, letting my breasts trail up his body and his c*ck trail down mine.

"Minx." James's voice was strangled.

"You have no idea," I replied. I turned James around and pushed him back on the bed. Then I knelt between his legs and began sucking his c*ck.

James panted, his hand fisting in my hair once more. I assumed he was trying very hard to be a "good boy," however, because he did not force himself down my throat.

His reward was for me to bring him right to the edge, then stop, then do it again. I brought him to just before orgasm four times before James broke down and finally started to beg. "Becca, have mercy..."

I let go of his d*ck with a little pop, grinning wickedly at him. "What do good boys say?"

"Please..." James groaned.

"Please what?" I grinned.

"Please f*ck me, Becca."

High on power and lust, I straddled James and lowered myself down onto his c*ck.

James moaned and reached out to grip my hips.

I gave his hand a little smack. "I'm deciding the pace today."

Trembling with need, James could only nod. He began to play with my breasts instead.

I placed my hands on James's chest and began to ride him slowly, so slowly.

James slammed his head back against the mattress, fighting for control of his body.

"Is there something you need, James?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.

"F*ck..." James groaned. "You know what I need."

"More of this?" I asked, moving up and down on him a little faster.

James almost whimpered, and I felt so triumphant I could have crowed.

"Becca, baby, please," James gasped.

I decided I'd teased him enough. I began riding him hard and fast, bouncing up and down on his c*ck, squeezing him with my inner muscles.

James was trying not to lose control, trying to make sure I came first. Well, I was having none of that. I was in control, and the Italian Stallion was going to c*m first for once. "Come on, James. Give it to me," I ordered, rubbing my palms over his nipples.

"Y-You h-haven't..." James protested.

"Are you arguing with me? Good boys don't argue," I said, stopping altogether. James did whimper this time. "F*ck me. I'm sorry. Jesus, don't stop!"

I smiled and started up again. "Now," I said when James was nearly a panting mess. "What are you going to do?"

"Ma'am, I'm going to c*m," James groaned.

"And when are you going to do that?" I pressed.

James bit down on his lip. "Whenever you goddamn tell me to."

"Good boy. Now, give me what I want, James." I stared him right in the eyes, demanding.

James spurted up into me, shouting my name.

I grinned and softly pressed my lips to his. "Good b-"

James flipped our positions so I was under him. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, but now I'm going to f*ck you silly."

I shivered. I'd unleashed the beast in him. "I thought I was in charge today."

"Not anymore." James's lips crashed down on mine and he plundered my mouth with his tongue, his c*ck swelling inside me once more.

I gave as good as I got, but ultimately, James wrested control of our lovemaking session from me and began ramming me hard with his d*ck.

"James... oh God... oh Jesus... oh F*CK!" I screamed as I came.

James grunted and came as well, then collapsed on top of me. "Oh... f*ck..."

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, keeping him where he was.

"I love you," James murmured into my hair, caressing my sides with his strong hands.

"I love you, too," I said softly.

James kissed me and nuzzled my ear. "So..." he whispered. "What's in the way of us getting married?"

I bit my lip. It wasn't quite fair when he asked me when I was all aroused and satisfied and he was c*ck deep in me. "Well, Tony and about a hundred other mafiosos?"

James sucked my lip, drawing it out from between my teeth. "It's adorable that you think there are only about a hundred."

I sighed. "I'm serious, James. This is not the life I want for Alessandro or Dahlia."

"But if it was just you?" James prodded.

If it were just me? I looked deep into James's dark eyes.

"If it were just me, we'd have been to a courthouse by now," I admitted.

James nodded. "Well, that's something. A start."

"There's too much going on right now, James. Too many moving parts. I can't, in good conscience, promise you anything," I said.

"Except that you love me," James responded.

I combed my fingers through his hair. "Except that I love you. God help me."

James smiled. "Like I said, it's a start."