Yes Daddy

“I just know. I’m a man that knows when he knows. And I want you to be clear.” My voice deepens. “This is not just about sex. You are something special, something I never expected. Doubt me if you will, but you did just take my cock, take my seed, so you have to know somewhere deep down that I’m right. That there is something between us I can never lose, Esme. And I won’t.”

She turns so her ass is against my still-hard cock and starts to wiggle.

“I do think this is something special,” she admits. “And maybe you can show me just how deep down you know it.”

Instantly hard again, I slip my cock between her legs and into her warm heaven, thrusting into her from behind.

“Know I’m going to take care of you, Bambina. All of you.”

10

Esme

“MMMMM,” I MOAN AS VITO puts a bite of the omelet in my mouth.

I’m exhausted and sore from the night. Sex has never been on my mind, but with Vito, it seems I’m a bit of a savant because once we started, I never wanted to stop.

By 4 a.m., Vito shut me down, knowing I wanted to go to work this morning, even though he protested that I could afford to take one day off. When I told him how proud my parents were when I got my internship, he softened a bit but made me go to sleep so I would at least have a few hours’ rest before the day started.

“Good girl. Now, drink some juice. You need to replenish your fluids.” He picks up the empty plate and puts it in the small kitchen sink in the pool house.

We took an early morning skinny dip, but I stayed in the shallow end, making sure I was close to the edge, hanging onto Vito the whole time. Afterward, he made me the most amazing feta, spinach, onion and bacon omelet. Since the kitchen in the main house is in the beginning stages of being remodeled, he cooked out here.

And Vito’s pool house is nicer than any home I’ve ever been in.

My hair is still damp from our shower after our swim, where Vito washed and conditioned it like I was a prize beauty queen. I’m wearing one of the new outfits he bought me yesterday. It’s a simple navy-blue wrap dress, but it fits like a glove. He paired it with a pair of nude peep-toe pumps, and I wonder what everyone at work is going to think when I walk in looking like I just knocked off Bloomingdale’s.

Of course, I insisted on adding my red lipstick. Some things will never change.

Vito brings the last bite to my lips and I open like a child and he smiles as I chew.

“I know your secret.” He says as he puts the empty plate in the sink wiping his hands on a red towel.

I put my hand over my mouth before my reply. “My secret?” I’m confused, I don’t live the kind of life that has secrets.

“Yes. You’re secret waffle mix.”

I chuckle and swallow. “Yes, it’s quite dark isn’t it? I’m so sorry you found out before I could explain.”

“Yes, I will forgive you. But I expect to be introduced to this nefarious part of your life very soon.”

I smile and cross my arms. “We will see. Very few have had the privilidge.”

Vito gives me a playful glare. “I’ll be as patient as possible.”

He wipes up the counter then brings his fingers to my face and brushes off some crumbs from the toast.

“Ready?” I nod. “I have some business that can’t be put off today, but I will be meeting you for lunch at one. Hamilton has the address. Keep your phone on so I can check on you.”

“Got it,” I answer, grabbing my sketchbook as we make our way through the house to the front door. I got the sketch pad yesterday when we went shopping so that I could make some plans for how his house—our house—is going to look.

When Vito opens the front door, the limo is there running already with the back door open. His driver, Hamilton, tips his hat toward me.

“I programmed Hamilton’s number into your phone. Call him whenever you need a ride anywhere. Okay?”

“Really? I still think this is a dream.” I laugh, knowing I’ve said that about a thousand times since he picked me up off the street.

“It is. And I never want to wake up.” Vito kisses me soft and warm, his tongue sliding between my lips as I sigh, and that familiar tingle starts between my legs. Then he pulls away, hands on my cheeks. “You have everything?”

“Yes.” I nod, breathing in his masculine scent, a hint of my pussy still on his lips from the quick orgasm he gave me on the counter in the pool house.