“But first, put on a shirt.”
I look down at my bare little mosquito bite breasts and bust out laughing. “I was so comfortable I forgot, Daddy.”
“Get used to it, because that’s how you should always feel around Daddy. Lost in love.”
“Did you just say…” my mouth drops open.
“You heard me, little one. Now get that shirt on and let’s get outta here.”
A happiness I’ve never felt before washes through me and even though I know Cruella is going to ask me to wash the dishes when I get back out there I don’t even care. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing but us.
And he’s made it clear that after tonight we’re going to be joined together in that way I’ve been saving forever. Because forever starts and ends with him.
My Daddy.
10
Jake
The next evening
The last twenty-four hours have felt more like twenty-four years.
I shift my Lamborghini from first gear directly to fourth, racing to her address to pick her up and get the night started…the one I’ve been waiting for my entire life.
And the one that should have happened yesterday.
But she just wouldn’t take the evening shift off at the coffee shop, and she wouldn’t accept my job offer either. She doesn’t want anything handed to her, which of course makes me want to hand her all the keys and security codes even more, knowing her intentions are pure, innocent, and that she’s loyal to a fault, just like she’s loyal to her job which doesn’t even treat her well. I can only imagine how loyal she’s going to be to me, and just as responsible too.
And I’ll show her without a shadow of a doubt that she never has to question my loyalty to her, my commitment, or that I’m responsible for her in each and every way.
Maybe she thinks differently because after we set up tonight’s date I decided not to come by the coffee shop today for my daily stalking session. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, but instead because I knew there was no way I wouldn’t be able to avoid taking her right then and there. And that’s not how it’s going to be despite the fact that I swear I could smell her sweet scent all day, that I imagined the curve of her lower back, and that I could taste her pussy on my tongue.
Ever since my mouth was firmly attached to her pussy, her midsection grinding on me as I drank down every last drop she had to offer when I finally gave her permission to come, that visual has flooded my mind. That and the mental movie where I ram my cock so far inside her that it’s impossible to tell where one of us starts and the other begins. And that will happen. Tonight.
As I pull up to her apartment complex I adjust myself in my pants, which is just as useless as I expected it to be…my need knowing only one solution, and then hit the button for the scissor style doors to lift up.
As I pull my big body out of the car I’ve had custom adjusted just so I can fit inside, I feel my entire body tense at the sight of her building.
My angel lives in this hell?
I grit my teeth and move swiftly to the front entrance, vowing to myself that she’ll never sleep another night here, or anywhere other than in my arms, ever again.
Reaching the door, I notice the intercom, but for some reason, I turn the knob first instead, and the door opens with ease. I shake my head and stomp my foot. My baby girl lives in a building where anyone can walk right in the front door at any time they want. And little do most people know, but most people over about one hundred and fifteen pounds can quite easily break down a door that doesn’t have a deadbolt…and something tells me the doors in this decrepit place are lacking exactly that.
“Hey,” I hear, and a smile belonging to the most beautiful girl in the world peeks out from around the corner. “I hear what sounded like a lion pulling up and when I looked you got out of the car. At least I think it’s a car, although it sounds and those doors move more like some kind of futuristic spaceship or something Elon Musk might dream up.”
Speaking of dreams the nightmare just continues as she confirms she lives on the first floor…the easiest one to break into. I’m definitely not here to scold her nor does she deserve that. She’s just trying to live, to keep her head above water. If anything I want to kick myself, yell at the man in the mirror for waiting around this long to let her know she’s my woman. If I would have done what I should have done when I first saw her she’d already be out of this place, all her things safely moved into my house, her presence making it our home.
“Thanks for the deliveries,” she says, making my chest swell with pride that I can provide for my little girl. “Whaddya think?”
She steps out into the hallway and I tell her the absolute truth. “I think my heart just stopped and I know without a shadow of a doubt that you’re the most beautiful woman to ever walk the face of the earth.”
“Thank
you,” she says, her cheeks blushing. “It’s because of your gift.”
“My little Jewel, you could be wrapped in a potato sack and you’d still be an absolute knockout.”