“Oh!” she gasps with surprise. Then her body shakes, and she climaxes.
“Fuck,” I groan as I milk my load with my hand, finishing what she started. I paint her cheeks and face. Some of my seed even lands on her perky little tits, which jiggle as she comes. As I come down, I rest my cock gently between her lips and admire her incomparable beauty.
“I—I wasn’t expecting that…” she finally says. “But wow! I liked it.”
“Let me get you a towel.” I grin, getting up fro
m bed. She still looks like she’s in shock as I clean her up and lie down beside her.
“You have so much to show me,” she says as she traces the lines of my chest with a finger.
“And it’ll be easy. You’re obviously a quick learner.”
“You’re right about one thing.” She smiles.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk today.”
I laugh and ruffle her hair. “Well, you better be able to. Because I have something special planned for us today.”
“There’s one!” Ella exclaims, pointing to the back of the migrating gray whale as it emerges briefly from the sea. “Oh my God, Sasha! Did you see that?”
“I sure did.” I smile as I wrap her in my arms. It’s whale-watching season, and I rented out an entire company for us today, just so we could have a private showing. The tour guide warned us we might not see anything, but so far we’ve seen six of them, and Ella couldn’t look happier.
“Oh, this is incredible!”
I give the captain a big tip to keep us out there longer than usual. Luckily, neither of us gets seasick, and Ella fills her phone with photos.
“Can we come back tomorrow?” she asks.
“Any time you like, baby,” I smile. Yeah, this is the life. Ella came in like a meteor, crashed into the walls of my castle and smashed them to bits. I’m a changed man; there’s no denying that now. I can’t believe I even thought for a second about letting her get away from me.
My men are waiting for us at the harbor when we finally come back in, and we drive up to Malibu, where I’ve prepared a private dinner on the beach for us, complete with a private chef brought in from the Vine.
Her beauty seen through the candlelight seems impossible. I’ve had her three times in less than twenty-four hours and I still want more. It’s a thirst impossible to quench, but I’ll damn sure try.
“Didn’t expect you to call me Daddy.” I grin, causing her to blush.
“Neither did I. It just…sort of came out.” She smiles. “Think I have daddy issues?”
“Your dad’s dead, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you did. Tell me, baby. How did he die? Was he sick?”
Her expression changes, and I feel her pain in my chest. It’s a sensitive subject, of course, but I have to ask. I need to know everything about her so I can keep her safe and happy.
“He was killed.”
I’m rocked by her response. I was not expecting that. Her father was killed, and she’s still such a happy, warm person? She really is an angel.
“I’m so sorry,” I reply. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
Ella sits back in her chair, and her gaze shifts inward. Christ. All the money in the world, and I can’t fix this for her.
“The police said it was a mistake,” she says. “Mistaken identity or something. He was getting into his car one night after having dinner with some business associates, and three men showed up and shot him.”
“I’m so sorry, baby,” I reply. My pain for her is something I haven’t felt in a long time, but there’s something beyond that—an itch in the back of my mind. Something about her story… “How long ago was that?”
“I was twelve,” she replies. “So…six years?”