“What do you mean? I told you I was coming to get you. You need dinner. And, baby, you look tired. How many hours did you sleep?”
“I can’t, don’t you understand? Lucielle Gladstone.” She draws out the name like a bad flavor on her tongue. “She calls and I answer.”
Lucielle Gladstone. I know that name, everyone does. She is the CEO of Tuck & Burton, and she has an ego as wide as the Montana sky. I know now Willow works for her. I may have stopped following her once she moved to Paris, but after last night I made a few calls, made sure I knew everything I needed to know about my sweet princess again. I found out where she worked and who she worked for, along with everything else I needed to know in order to keep her safe.
“Willow. It’s Sunday night. She can wait.” I pull her next to me in the back of the car. I need to feel her warmth against me. I’m starved for it, like a man left to wither on a deserted island.
“I can’t make her wait.” Willow rolls her eyes. “She’s Lucielle Gladstone. I have to have the shoes there by the time the photo shoot starts set up at 3 AM.”
“I won’t allow you to be abused. Whatever she needs, it is not so important it can’t wait until tomorrow.”
Willow sets her jaw and pulls back. “Don’t do that.” She’s shooting flames from her eyes. “This job is the one thing I’ve managed to do on my own. Don’t you understand? I interviewed. I got the job. Without any favors or family influence. I want to do something with my life on my own, just for once. Why do you think I changed my stupid name? I’m tired of being Margaret Standish’s daughter. I just want to be Willow Bainbridge. Nobody special, nobody that anybody has a stake in. Being independent is all I’ve ever wanted and this job is the key to making something of myself, for myself.”
Her anger reddens her ivory cheeks, and her passion s
tirs something in me. The little independent girl that was always squashed by her mother’s overbearing nature cries out and my heart breaks for her. I didn’t know she’d changed her name until the reports came back this morning. But, it made me smile for some reason. Her little rebellion against her mother.
“Fine. Okay. I’m proud of you. You will eat first, because I know you didn’t eat dinner.” I rap softly on the partition between the back seat and where my driver sits waiting to pull away. As the car inches forward, Willow narrows those eyes at me and her bravado fades to a dimpled smile.
“What is with you and what I eat? I could stand to lose a few pounds you know. How do you know I haven’t eaten dinner?” She challenges as I tug her body back, my arm draped over her shoulders, pulling her in tight.
“Two things.” I say sternly. “You will not lose even a pound. If anything you could stand to put on some weight although I told you, you are absolutely perfect to me just the way you are. And second, I just know, Princess. I know more than you will ever fathom.”
Her skirt rests a few inches above her knees. I reach down and press my fingertips under the hem, watching her face.
“Kiss me.” I command.
I need her compliance. Something in me is winding up and my need is starting to choke at me.
“Okay, Daddy.” Her reply hits me like an electric shock. Her sweet words are coupled with a devilish twinkle in her eye.
She shifts her body and my arm snakes around her back, guiding her to sit on my lap facing me. The length of my cock is at full thickness, craving her.
“I need you to understand something.” My hands move to her hips, feeling the ripe flesh and imaging my cock slipping into her as she moans and takes me inside. “I can’t speak for all men, but for me...” I shake my head and look up and down her body. Pride swells inside me, knowing that she’s mine. “You’ve always been a part of me, Caramia, you know that. Once I got a taste of you? It’s unlike anything you could understand. I will never, ever get enough of you, my princess. Daddy’s tasted you. Licked you. And your flavor lit up lightning inside of me like a re-birth. Your scent is always on my mind, will always be on my mind. The sweetness of your cunt branded into me and I crave you like a dangerous drug. Nothing and no one will ever come close to what I feel for you right now, my princess. You are Daddy’s girl.”
As she shimmies her hips, her hands come to rest on my cheeks. My pulse pounds in every throb of my cock as I feel the heat of her cunt settling on top of the fabric covering my hard on.
She brings her lips to mine and my tongue comes out to trace the line between them, parting them, deepening our kiss until her breath comes in tiny gasps.
“Were you a good girl?” I whisper, pulling her face down for a soft kiss before guiding her back so I can see the answer in her eyes. “Did you sleep with your fingers inside of you like I asked?
She nods with a grin that tells me she followed my instructions. In the next moment, I’m sure I feel the dampness of her pussy already soaking through my trousers, teasing at my steel erection, ready to send me into orbit.
Her face loses a bit of the joyful luster.
“What’s wrong, Princess?”
She never could hide anything from me and now I’m as connected to her as if she lives somewhere inside of me. Which she does, in a very real way.
“It’s just...” She does that little lip twist that’s always melted my heart. “That club. You. How many women are you with? I mean, it’s all about sex there, right? That’s a big part of your life.”
I let out a long sigh and lift my hands from her hips, settling them on the sides of her head. I realize that I feel a bit unbalanced around her. It’s been so long since I’ve really talked with a woman in such an intimate fashion.
I’ve kept to myself my entire life.
In this moment, I realize I’ve never shared or wished to share so much of myself with anyone. She’s my first and last in so many ways. I want to comfort her and assuage her insecurities, let her know how precious what we have together is and will always be.
I let out a sigh as I shake my head. “No, Caramia.” My voice is deep but soft. “It’s not just about that. Not at my club. That’s what most people don’t understand. The way the lifestyle has been twisted now, into this idea of it being a sexual carnival. No, my princess. Have I been involved in the lifestyle? Years ago, yes. But for me, it’s about the beauty and dance, about two people being more intimate and committed to one another than most couples could ever even begin to understand. To each their own, my sweet Caramia, but I haven’t touched another woman in more years than I can count. Years... even before I married your mother.” Her eyes drop. “Princess, you know I never even kissed your mother? It was not like that in any way. Tell me you know that...”