It took me only a more few minutes to log on to the tracking app I’d installed on her cell phone earlier in our evening. She was in the shower, singing Sweet Home Alabama, and I didn’t even try to fight it, the need to be sure, from this moment forward, I would know where she was. If she was safe. How to find her.
I didn’t expect to have to use the service so quickly, but it only instilled in me even further the validity of my actions. I will keep her safe, no matter what. Stalking isn’t a bad word when it comes to what I need to do for Willow.
The elevator
door slides open and I see her, hair dripping with rainwater, the death stare she perfected between the ages of twelve and thirteen. It takes a huge force of will not to chuckle at the sight.
“You have a tracker on my phone, don’t you?” She cocks one eyebrow and blows upward, attempting to detach a wet string of hair from the front of her left eye.
She holds her iPhone out in front of her like a shield and blinks as water drops catch on her eyelashes.
Her T-shirt clings to her body, showing the taut peak of each nipple through the thin cotton bra. I see the indent of her belly button as her skirt hangs a few inches lower than usual with the weight of water, stretched out from the soaking rain that is still hammering against the windows of the apartment.
The wind is whistling, sneaking in through any tiny crack it can find as she steps onto the cream color carpet.
“Yes. I told you I’m not losing you again.” I reach out to clench her elbow, bringing her into my chest in a hug so tight I feel the pulse of her heart beat against my body.
“I had to go to deliver the whatevers for godammed Lucielle.” Her muffled voice is hot yet playful and that little girl comes out as she stomps forward. She’s clearly frustrated and I find it amusing.
“I have to fly back to LA in a few hours. Something’s come up.”
“What?” Her head tips back and her greenish-grey eyes darken. That little girl clings to me as Willow’s arms clutch around my back. “Is something wrong? I don’t want you to go.”
“Nothing I can’t handle, princess. Don’t worry. Daddy will be back in a couple days.”
“Days?” She pouts. It seems like it’s been an age since I first saw her again at the club, but it’s only been a couple days.
Time doesn’t exist in a linear fashion when it comes to us. So long we were apart, yet we’ve packed so much into the short time we’ve had that being away from her for even a few hours stings like it will be an eternity.
“I’ll call you every chance I get. You keep that phone with you, every second, and you stay here. I have the staff coming to cook for you and make sure you have everything you need.”
“What do you mean? The staff?”
“You’re staying here, Princess. Daddy can’t stand to think of you sleeping anywhere else but in my bed from now on. Your meals will be prepared as well. Whatever you request, as long as it is a healthy meal, will be yours. It’s not about weight, don’t mis-understand, it’s about keeping you healthy. I’ve already told them pizza and soda are allowed only once until I get back. And chocolate chip cookies...two a day.”
I raise my eyebrows as I look down into the face that has graced my every dream for as long as I can remember.
Her eyelids droop.
“Come. You need more sleep.”
“What about you? You’re all dressed.”
“I was on my way out to find you. But I’ll let you take all my clothes off again, angel. I plan on spending some quality time inside that sweet cunt of yours before I fly off. Daddy won’t leave you needy, I promise.”
I peel her wet clothes off right there and guide her to the living room. The apartment is warm tones of beige and brown. The lights of the city twinkling in the wall of windows behind the sofa.
I center her on the thick soft rug in front of the windows.
“Take my cock out.” I demand. I’ve dreamed of her mouth on me for so long, it’s time.
She doesn’t hesitate. Her hands move with haste as her eyes stare up and into mine, wide and wanting.
The eagerness she shows has my ready to nut before she gets my solid erection out of my pants.
She doesn’t ask for instruction. Doesn’t show a flicker of doubt as her tongue comes out the lick around the head, lapping at the pre-cum already dripping out.
“Mmmmm.” She moans as my flavor spreads over her tongue. “I like it Daddy.” She whimpers then opens wide and takes me wet and deep in one long slow suck. Her tongue moving and dancing on the underside of my cock in time with the sucking motion of her mouth.