Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Fucking hell. She’s so tight.
“Oh god, Daddy. Yes, yes!”
Daddy?
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
I stop for a moment to hold her gaze. “Say it again.”
Her eyes widen, her mouth forming an “O”. She whispers, “Daddy.”
Fuck, yes. That’s what I am. I don’t know where that came from, but something alters between us. Something good. Something that completely changes who we are to each other. Yes, I am her Daddy. No one else. I’m here to pleasure and protect her.
Her fingers yank my hair, and with the way she’s panting, I know she’s close. I curl my finger inside her and that pushes her to the edge. She trembles around me, and when it subsides, I hover over her again and watch her whole body soften.
She settles back down, and I climb off the bed and remove my shorts. My cock juts proudly against my stomach, already as stiff as a crowbar.
“It’s my turn now, baby. Open your mouth.”
She smirks at me and doesn’t even look away as her tiny hands wrap around the shaft. I grit my teeth, trying to stop myself from coming right there and then.
Her tongue brushing against my swollen head sends shockwaves up my spine, and I push myself a little deeper. I hold the back of her head steady and rock my hips from side to side as I feed her another inch. She struggles a little but she takes it.
The anticipation alone has me so sensitive that every stroke intensifies the sweet, agonizing need to release my load. I pull out of her mouth and rub the head against her lips, trying to prolong it, but she holds out her tongue and I lose all control. I slap my cock against her wet tongue until I coat it with my come.
Cassidy licks her lips and swallows every drop.
“That’s my good girl.”
7
CASSIDY
I don’t know when Chris left my bed but I wake up disappointed he isn’t here cradling me in his arms.
What happened last night was unexpected and a bit surreal. I’ve never had a man do these things to me, but then, I’ve also never felt this way before. I guess the biggest question for me is, where do we go from here? Was this a one-time thing or is he looking for more? Am I even good enough for someone like him?
As I get ready to start my day, I replay the night in my mind. When I called him Daddy, it felt as if all the pieces fell into place. It felt right. In the short time that I’ve been here, he’s treated me better and cared for me more than my own father ever could. I spent years worrying and being anxious, but now, it felt freeing. I want to give him total control because it’s like a huge weight off my shoulders.
A new man is guarding the side gate when I take the dogs for their morning run and he’s watching me. Each time I turn in his direction, his eyes are on me. My first thought is that I hope someone warns him before Chris sees the way he’s behaving, but when I move to an area where he can’t see me and he moves to continue monitoring me, I begin to find his attention a bit alarming. Why is he so preoccupied with me?
I bring the dogs back into the house and wait a few minutes before I check out the window. The yard is empty as it should be, and I laugh at myself for thinking otherwise. Was I expecting him to be at the window, wearing a hockey mask and wielding a machete?
With the idea that the man is some sort of a threat put aside, my mind wanders back to Chris and how he will react to me when he comes home.
I’m still thinking of him when the front door opens and closes, and I think I’ll be getting my answer sooner than expected. My heart beats so hard I think I might hyperventilate, and I sit down at the dining room table and pretend that I’m looking at something on my phone. I hear footsteps headed toward the kitchen and feel my face get hot.
A man clears his throat and my face lights up, but my smile quickly disappears when I turn around and find the young guard from the fence line standing behind me. I feel my stomach drop.
“You’re Cassidy, right?”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t be talking to me.”
“Why? Because your jailer doesn’t want you having contact with the outside world?”
“He’s not my jailer but he is your boss and he won’t like it if you talk about him that way.”
To my surprise, he snorts. “That’s the thing. He isn’t my boss. Not really. I had a guy vouch for me so I could come here today and talk to you.”