The Boss's Runaway
I lift onto my toes and rub my body against his, side to side, anticipation trickling in my belly, making me feel heavy and achy between my thighs. “I’ll be thinking of you.”
Locke studies my face for a moment, shaking his head. “I should tell you to flirt and laugh and have a great time with people your own age, but I can’t do that. You’ve taken a hold of something inside of me and I can’t get it loose.”
He brings his mouth to my ear. And at the same time, he does something I’m not expecting. He brings his pinkie finger to his mouth, slides it between his lips to wet it good. Then he lowers his hand again, delving all five digits into the rear of my panties—and pumping that wet pinkie finger into a place I didn’t know anyone was supposed to touch. My back hole. He presses his pinkie finger all the way in and my legs start to tremble uncontrollably, my breath catching in my throat.
“While you’re walking the casino floor tonight, remember this belongs to your Daddy.” His left hand slides up beneath the front of my dress and grips my sex roughly, pulling a whimper from my throat. “This, too. Especially this. If I catch you letting another man think he’s got a shot at getting you on your back, first I will put you over my knee and punish you like a fresh little brat. And then I will turn this casino to a smoking pile of rubble.” He’s breathing hard, the sound echoing in my ear. “Am I making myself clear?”
“I don’t want anyone else,” I moan, rolling my hips into his touch.
“You’ve only been on your own for a few days, Sissy. How can you know?” He knuckles that sensitive nub through my underwear and my vision doubles. “I know you’ll leave eventually, but please, give me a little time with you as mine.”
I struggle through the arousal to focus on his words, his marred brow, the weight of his words. “It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been free, a few days or a few decades, I’ll always know I’m yours.” Despite the fervency of my promise, he still looks dubious. “I’ve been around men on the farm. Lots of them. They’ve all repelled me. None of them ever made me feel safe and wanted and…hot. I’m so hot. I want to be back beneath you. I want you to roll me around again and hear you call me pumpk—”
He stops my flow of words with a hard kiss, pulling back to give me a stern look. “We can’t talk about that here, Sissy.”
I nod to let him know I understand. There are aspects of our relationship that people might not appreciate. Even with my limited experience, I sense that no one would approve of me calling him Daddy. Or the way we pretend to wrestle. “Okay,” I whisper. “I know.”
Voices grow louder behind the door of the women’s lounge and I recognize one of them as Faye’s. Quickly, Locke slips his pinkie from my body and loosens his hold on my flesh, smoothing my dress back into place.
The door to the lounge opens. Three girls in short, gold sequined dresses stand there. They all look at me and Locke with wide-eyed speculation, before two of them run off toward the casino entrance. Faye remains, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing her arms. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the new girl. I was just about to come looking for you.” She jerks her head toward the interior of the lounge. “Come on then, let’s get you dressed and start training. I’ve got tips to make and a mortgage to pay.”
“She goes nowhere alone,” Locke growls. “You stay with her at all times.”
“Wow.” Faye is visibly shaken by Locke’s intensity but recovers enough to raise an eyebrow. “That’s the first time you’ve spoken to me in the three years we’ve worked together. First time you’ve spoken to any of the waitresses, actually.” Faye studies me with renewed interest. “She must be a special.”
“Very,” Locke confirms. “I want the skirt to reach her knees.”
“Locke!” I say with a laugh, moving to join Faye, but wishing so badly that I could give him a kiss goodbye. “I’ll be fine.” I barely resist the urge to take two running steps and leap into his arms. “I’ll see you later?” I say, sounding wistful.
“I’ll see you on the floor. And I’ll be waiting right here after your shift.”
My smile is pure bliss. Surely having this incredible, caring man wait for me makes me the luckiest girl in the world. “Bye, Locke.” I wave at him, mouthing the word “Daddy” where Faye can’t see me. I only catch a fleeting look at his hungry expression before the door closes and he’s gone. I’m now among dozens of chattering girls in the women’s lounge. They are in various stages of undress, pulling on black tights, using mirrors to apply makeup and arrange their hair in ponytails or high, slick buns. Some of them smile at me, some of them don’t even bother to acknowledge a newcomer as we pass through the buzzing groups.