The Boss's Runaway

I can’t breathe during my climax, yet I’ve never been so full of oxygen. Energy. She invigorates me and depletes me at the same time. I finally manage to stop smacking her bottom and wrap my arms around her, rolling us around on the mattress while I come. While I soak her. It’s like we’re wrestling, but I’m soaking the sheets while we’re at it, my little gift from God moaning like she loves every second of my big body rolling on top of hers, working around, getting my coarse flesh all over her smooth figure.

We’re playing. It’s sick. And I can’t stop.

I can’t.

But one of the times I roll Sissy on top of me, she yawns, goes limp and falls asleep, purring like a kitten on my hair-covered chest. “Daddy,” she murmurs, tucking her head beneath my chin.

Responsibility courses through me, turning to stone in every region of my insides, never to be broken. I will protect this angel at all costs. I will make her happy and safe while she finds her way in a scary, new world. Maybe…maybe it’s time to accept that my maker has sent Sissy to me, as a temporary light in the darkness. A reward for being faithful.

But I cannot be greedy.

Whatever time I’m allowed with her? I will be damn grateful for it. I will thank my God for every second, minute and hour. And when it’s time for her to fly…

I will force myself to wish her well and watch her soar.

And by God, I will leave her pure.

Chapter Seven

Sissy

Today is my nineteenth birthday.

I can’t think of a better way to spend it than starting my first real job.

Locke holds my hand in a death grip as we walk to the female employee lounge where I will be given my uniform and meet up with Faye, who is going to be training me. I love Locke holding my hand. It makes me feel safe, like nothing bad could ever touch me. I should probably tell him it’s my birthday, but I don’t want him to feel obligated to buy me a gift. Not when he’s already given me a place to sleep. Tonight when we woke up in his bed, his thick arms wrapped around me, he even got up and made me eggs, toast and a waffle.

My belly is full for the first time in a very long time and…

Locke also gave me my first kiss. My first orgasm.

Not only that, he had one. A shaking, growling, violent one. All over me. I had to take another hot shower before we left the apartment tonight, but he didn’t seem worried about me running up the water bill, the way my father would have been.

Yes, we slept in each other’s arms. Naked.

Not that you would know it by looking at him.

His jaw appears to be poised on the verge of shattering.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, jogging to keep up with his long strides.

“Yes, something is wrong, Sissy,” he answers tightly. “I’m about to throw an angel into a den of vipers.”

“Stop worrying. It’s going to be fine.” She squeezed his hand. “And you’re not throwing me anywhere. I’m going willingly, because it’s my decision.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re an independent female,” he grumbles. “I get it.”

“That’s true,” I say, smiling up at him. I’m not sure why I’m so compelled to add the next part. It’s just instinct. Something he makes me feel and anticipate, especially after last night. “But I’ll let you be in control of me later. At home. When it’s just us. That’s my decision, too.”

He bites back a groan, shaking his head determinedly. “I shouldn’t allow myself that privilege. Neither should you.” He turns his eyes on me and looks me over, breasts, hips and thighs. “But hell if I won’t be counting the hours.”

A tingle carries up from my knees, shivering through my nervous system. The dense air conditioning in the casino suddenly isn’t enough to combat what Locke does to me. “Can I have a kiss before our shift starts?”

“Sissy…” He stops short just before the door to the female lounge, adjusting the thick bulge behind the zipper of his dress pants. “I can’t kiss you here. Someone will call the police.”

My lips form a natural pout. One I reserve only for him. “Why?”

Some color appears high on his full cheeks. “No one will believe you’d kiss me unless you’re being forced, honey.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m a big, ugly motherfucker and you’re…so damn young and beautiful, Sissy. People will think you’re being pressured or coerced, because I have a higher position here. At the very least, they’re going to think you’re insane for letting me…” With a curse, he backs me toward the wall, his hand dropping down to the back of my right thigh and scraping upward. Beneath my skirt. Kneading my bottom. “Fuck it. I’ve got to touch this body. Touch you. I’d love to jackhammer you right here in the hallway. You’re wrecking me. My cock is so stiff, I have no idea how I’m going to make it through the night.”