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*AU* Rich Daddy!Joel x Reader

Part 1 || Part 6 || Part 8

Warnings: slooow burn. (Really lied to myself in part 1 when I said not too slow) MDNI, age gap (readers in 20's and Joel is however old you need him to be.) More shirtless Joel, more sprinkles of smut, more dom!Joel and bratty reader.🙄 Not in tlou universe. No y/n, As always new to writing ✍️ ✨️

Thank you, angels, for all your support and love! A massive Canadian hug for you all, eh! 🍁 Now excuse me while I go look for shirtless daddy gifs to use.. Will I use an actual Joel gif? Maybe... rich daddy Joel takes on many forms in my head, and Javi G is my fave pedro boy in a bathing suit, and so there's your logic... I'm high leave me alone k bye. Enjoy xoxo.

Waking the next morning, you tried to come to terms with what had happened. Joel had kissed you and played dominating daddy in your room last night. The lingering feeling of his lips on yours had your mind reeling since the moment your eyes had opened.

How could he do that and just walk away?

You weren't the kind of girl to act the way you did, and yet, he brought out a side of you that didn’t want to be tamed. The situation was more than frustrating, and to top it off, Sarah had messaged you to let you know she had not come home.

It seemed she had decided to go with Catherine down to the beach to stay at her condo and wouldn’t be back until later that night.

Rolling from the bed, you groaned in frustration and made your way from your room. Your eyes landed on Joels’ door as a sinister idea crossed your mind. He wanted you to be a good girl, but perhaps you wouldn’t.

With his bedroom door partially closed but not completely latched, you pushed it open. You saw his sleeping form on the bed. Naked just as the day he was born and starfished for complete access. If he wanted to have fun with you, then that is what would happen.

Quietly, you moved towards him. Your feet avoided causing any unnecessary noise as you approached his bed. His long thick cock was erect from morning wood and ready for your taking.

Licking your lips, you slowly bent forward, taking his length into your mouth. His face contorted with pleasure as he slowly stirred. Your pace increased as his eyes opened, taking in the sight before him.

He moaned your name as you used your mouth and hand in rhythm to create nothing but pleasure. “What are you doing?”

There was no denying how close he was to his climax, but considering he wanted an answer, you gave him one. With a deep suctioning motion, you let the thick head of his cock pop from your mouth before wiping away the saliva that dripped from your lip.

“What does it look like?” You smirked, raising a brow. “I thought you were experienced.”

He reached out for you but was too slow as you stepped back out of reach.

Waving your finger in front of him, you smiled, “No no no... you want me to be a good girl, remember?”

His eyes narrowed at you. “Are you sure you want to go down this road?”

Taking a moment, you placed your finger to your jaw and acted as if you were thinking. “Hmm...”

He said your name again, in a warning tone.

Your eyes met his with a wicked smile. “I think I’ll go swimming. Have a nice day, Mr. Miller.”

Score one for you and zero for him. If he wanted a game, you would give him one.

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It was as if the water was calling you, begging for you to come dive into its still body to cause chaos as you took lap after lap.

Without hesitation, you dove into the deep end and relished in the way the water caressed your skin. The cool refreshing feeling helped to wash away your thoughts, and as you broke the surface, you closed your eyes, letting the sun beat against your skin.

“Excuse me?" A voice called your name from the terrace, causing you to turn around.

Peering up at the pool’s edge, you watched the housekeeper striding towards you with a smile upon her face. “Yes?”

“Miss Miller called and told me to let you know she requests you for dinner and drinks tonight at La Fontina.”

You shook your head and nodded, “Thank you.”

You had left your phone upstairs, and for good reason. But you found it amusing that Sarah would call her housekeeper to tell you that you had to go to dinner tonight.

It was simply her way of asking you to go so you could be her designated driver, no doubt. Something you had no interest in doing. After everything over the last few days, she was still acting as she always did.

“Sounds like a fun night, doesn’t it?” Joel called out, you saw him standing in swim trunks with dark sunglasses.

Just the sight of him set you on fire, and you quickly realized he was going to join you.

“Uh–yeah. I probably should get out and get ready.”

“No need,” he quickly replied. “She called me too, and I told her you weren’t feeling well and to proceed without you. I will have a driver come pick her up later tonight when she's ready.”

Your mind fogged over with confusion at what he was saying.

How had he so quickly done that when the housemaid literally just told you she called?

“But why?” You asked dumbfounded. “You lied to her.”

Nodding his head, a smirk crossed his lips. “That I did. Do you really think I don’t notice how she treats you? You don’t have the relationship you once did.”

As true as that was, you didn’t need him pointing it out. After all, this was between her and you, and more than likely, this would be your last trip out here.

With frustration, you bit the inside of your cheek and scoffed as you pulled yourself up to the edge of the pool, watching as he jumped in and swam towards you, wiping the water from his face as he broke the surface.

“Thanks, but I don’t need you to lie for me,” you pointed out, watching as he found amusement in what you were saying.

“Perhaps not, but I did it for a reason.”

“Of course you did,” you laughed. “But I told you earlier I am here to have a swim. I was hoping, in peace. Plus, this game can’t continue… if Sarah were to find out, it wouldn’t be good for either of us, and I don’t want to hurt her.”

His once happy expression turned into one that made your skin grow cold. He and Sarah had one thing in common, and it seemed to be they didn’t like to be told no.

“What if she doesn’t find out?” he asked as he moved closer to you.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant. He wanted you to be his dirty little secret, and you weren't sure if that was something you were up for.

“Honestly, I don’t know if I believe you’re skilled enough to make sure she doesn’t,” you replied tauntingly, trying to mimic the energy he had given you from the night before.

“Is that right?” He quickly grabbed your legs, pulling your ass off the edge of the pool while holding you up. “Do you want to test that theory?”

“Wha–what are you doing?” You gasped as you tried to pull yourself away. “Someone might see!”

“Giving you exactly what you want,” he grinned. “Proof.”

Before you could object, his fingers brushed against your sensitive folds as he pulled your bottoms to the side and slid his tongue against you. “Joel—”

The moaned response made you ache for more, and from the mischievous glint in his eyes, you could tell you were going to get it. His eyes met yours as he continued to run his tongue along you. The swirls against your sensitive nub caused you to gasp out in pleasure.

Chad had gone down on you before, but never had it felt like this.

No man had ever made you feel like this.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped as he dove in deeper, his movements becoming more frenzied.

“You taste amazing,” he mumbled against your core. You felt yourself coming closer to the edge. The motions his tongue made caused a knot to form in your stomach. You knew you were going to explode.

“I can’t hold on–” You cried out. “Please–”

Screaming out in pleasure, you fisted at the cold, hard ground as he forced you to ride out the wave of pleasure he had created within you. You weren't sure how you had come so far when only the other day you were trying to avoid seeing him.

Now, he had you writhing in ecstasy over and over with no warning. He just took what he wanted, and you were subjected to his pleasure. You suppose it was your fault after what you did to him this morning.

“Your body reacts to me so well.” He looked at you as he licked his lips.

The arrogant tone of his voice pulled you back to reality as you quickly pulled your body from him and scrambled back on the ground, panting as you came down from the high he created.

“So confident, aren’t you?” You replied sarcastically, causing him to laugh.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that."

Watching his eyes scan up and down your body, you couldn’t help but feel the lust build within you. You wanted him to fuck you till you begged him to stop, but admitting that would only add further to his ego.

This was a game to him, and you never backed down from a challenge.

“I’m glad that you could prove you could make me cum, but that still doesn’t prove you can ensure Sarah won’t find out. So as much as I enjoyed that, I think it’s best I go about my day and let you enjoy your swim.”

“Running away,” he says. “Didn’t take you as a girl who would.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t take you as a man who did nothing but talk and barely show action. Yet, here we are having a conversation about what you did and didn’t do.”

It was a lie, you knew. He had just enjoyed your pussy like a four course meal, but you couldn’t let him see the true satisfaction in what it did.

Your sarcastic attitude did nothing but amuse him, and while you weren't aiming for amusement, you found his reaction to your words comical.

“I thought you said you were going to be a good girl,” he replied.

“Hmm–” you replied, thinking over his words, “I guess I lied, too. That’s something we have in common now, isn’t it?”

Your words seemed to stun him as he stared at you. Warm satisfaction rolled through your body as you watched him in the water, staring at where you were now standing next to the pool.

Joel had been more than amazing getting you off, and the rush of pleasure he created in you was definitely something you would want to do again. But he had to learn this was a game of wits, and you would not bow down to him.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You have no idea what you're getting into...” he warned, with lust filled eyes. “You will beg for me to stop.”

“Weren’t you the one that said I would be begging you to fuck me as well?” You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Tight-lipped, you watch the corner of his lips turn up. “Yes, I did say that, and it would have been true had you decided not to play this game. However, the tables have turned, and I will take you when you least expect it.”

“I doubt that. Anyway, if you will excuse me. I need to go take care of a few things, and I would hate to mess up plans you had for today.”

Turning on your feet, you carried yourself back towards the house and quickly closed the door behind you. A sigh of relief escaped you as you felt the safety of distance put between Joel and you.

Yes, you wanted him. But it was a ridiculous notion because he wasn’t the kind of man to want you, and to be honest, you didn’t want to be someone’s toy.

The confliction was real, and you hated that you couldn't be decisive about what you were doing.

You just had to pray he didn’t take your words too seriously. Otherwise, you would have a sadistic daddy with a twitching palm coming after you.

The thought alone was exciting, but the anticipation of knowing it was killing you.

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