Deckard Shaw (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
about2knowme) wrote2016-08-08 11:27 am
about2knowme) wrote2016-08-08 11:27 am
A New Toy [locked to ammapreaker]
Despite the few drinks he'd had, Deckard Shaw was still able to cross the hotel suite's expansive living room silently, and so had the woman trailing behind him. He stopped just outside the bedroom door and took a deep breath, straightening himself up and telling his companion to stay out of sight until the door opened again.
While life with his "daughter" Amma was anything but dull or predictable, and while she was an absolute dynamo in bed compared to any woman that Deckard had ever known, of any age, that didn't mean the two of them were opposed to spicing things up a little from time to time. This particular outing was a first. He and the Amma had discussed the scenario before, but his little girl had no idea that when Deckard had left for his work meeting a few hours ago, he was intending to bring home a present for Amma.
That present took the form of a young woman in her early twenties that Deckard had no trouble picking up in the hotel bar not long before. After a couple of drinks, he'd been able to assess the woman as being a perfect candidate for his plans-- sexually adventurous, but decidedly submissive, and more than open to anything Deckard had in mind.
He knocked on the bedroom door and stuck his head inside.
"Amma, sweetheart? Daddy's back. And he's got a present, if you've been a good girl."
[OOC: Let me know if this works. I left the description for the other girl vague in case you wanted to fill in those details.]
While life with his "daughter" Amma was anything but dull or predictable, and while she was an absolute dynamo in bed compared to any woman that Deckard had ever known, of any age, that didn't mean the two of them were opposed to spicing things up a little from time to time. This particular outing was a first. He and the Amma had discussed the scenario before, but his little girl had no idea that when Deckard had left for his work meeting a few hours ago, he was intending to bring home a present for Amma.
That present took the form of a young woman in her early twenties that Deckard had no trouble picking up in the hotel bar not long before. After a couple of drinks, he'd been able to assess the woman as being a perfect candidate for his plans-- sexually adventurous, but decidedly submissive, and more than open to anything Deckard had in mind.
He knocked on the bedroom door and stuck his head inside.
"Amma, sweetheart? Daddy's back. And he's got a present, if you've been a good girl."
[OOC: Let me know if this works. I left the description for the other girl vague in case you wanted to fill in those details.]
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Deckard watched the deliberation happening behind Amma's expression. Whether Jess got a taste of his spunk or not didn't matter at all to him, but he did want to see what his little girl would do when presented with the idea. When Amma opted to dig a couple of fingers into the older woman's ass for some come rather than sharing it mouth-to-mouth, Deckard nodded, approving of the compromise.
He didn't miss the slight flicker in the brunette's eyes when it dawned on her just what the teenager was feeding her. "You be grateful for that," he grunted. "That's a treat, that is, one that my little girl doesn't usually let anyone else have."
Moving closer, he leaned down and pressed his mouth tightly against Amma's, kissing her hard. "But you're a very good girl for Daddy, you are," he cooed, guiding her to lower Jess' legs so that the older woman could finally get something close to a break. "Now, what should we do with her?"
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That kiss brought her hands to the hot skin of his face, feeding into it as she smiled to his lips. She was certain that he would be able to taste traces of himself still lingering. Deckard also had that accent and way with words that'd charm Amma quite easily, having her now smiling up at him adoringly, ignoring the brunette that laid back in the pillows, ready to pass out at any moment.
"I don't care." she let her small body fall back onto him, knowing he'd catch her in those big arms. She was certainly spent and ready to sleep. A notion that had her nudge Jess with her foot, "But you gotta get out of the bed."
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Deckard caught her and eased the girl to the bed. He got up, watching her literally trying to kick the brunette off the bed and nodded. "We nearly broke this one," he said with a chuckle. "Hang on." He threw the blanket onto a nearby couch and easily carried the boneless body of the dazed woman over to it. Finding his pants, he fished out a few large bills and dropped them on top of Jess' discarded dress. "When you come to, you can leave or see what kind of mood she's in in the morning," he told her, then joined Amma on the bed, spooning up behind the slender girl and throwing an arm over her.
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Amma had been awake enough to watch Deckard move the woman; the simple act still causing her mouth to twitch. He always cleaned up the messes and that was what she knew he was doing, but it didn't mean that she didn't silently ache for him to return to the bed faster. His large solid body sliding up behind her with the arm holding her near and tight, was exactly what she needed.
"Thanks daddy." She whispered, not entirely sure or caring if he heard. Her slender hand sliding over his communicated the gesture.
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