Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“You turn me on when you do that,” she says with a groan.
I lean in and whisper against her ear as we cruise to a stop. “Tonight, I’ll text you commands. Orders I want you to follow. Instructions. And if you don’t obey me, Miranda…”
She gives me that look I’ve come to love, capturing her lips between her teeth to mask her arousal. “Yes, daddy?”
“Daddy will have to punish you.”
“How?” she breathes.
I shake my head and cluck my tongue. “You act as if punishment excites you, Miranda. Daddies discipline their little girls to teach them to behave themselves, but I think you’re already earning punishment by wanting it.”
She shakes her head. “Oh, no, daddy,” she says, her blonde hair falling all over the place, her blue eyes wide and gorgeous. “I’ll be the very best girl you want.”
I kiss her cheek. “Good girl. But I’ll punish you later for that lie.”
The door opens, and I lead her out of the car.
Cameras flash as before, but I shield her against me and pull my jacket up to protect her. “Get them out of here,” I tell Mack, and in minutes, we’re escorted to the hotel in privacy.
“God,” she says. “How can you stand it?”
I shrug. “I hate it, but it’s part of being a public figure.”
“Does that mean I’ll be the same if I’m with you?”
“I’ll do everything I can to protect your privacy.”
But Miranda’s no wilting violet. She’s bold and brave, determined and fearless. She juts her chin out. “No, it’s fine,” she says. “The worst they can do is expose my business dealings, but I’ve got things tidied up there nicely.”
Good girl. My chest swells with pride. She’s fucking perfect.
“We’ll eat a late lunch together. Then I’ll have the car take you to the Sugar Daddies office so you can work a bit. I’ll have my assistant send you an email telling you what time to be back to your apartment to get ready for tonight. Sound good?”
She nods. “I haven’t eaten three square meals in years, and now I’ve eaten more in this short time we’ve been together…”
I rest my hand on her lower back as I usher her inside the elevator, and we head up to my suite. “Good. You need to keep up your energy, baby.” I give her a wink.
She grins. “You like taking care of people?”
I nod. “I can’t help it.” The elevator doors swing closed. “It’s just in my nature.”
“I can see that. It’s in mine, too. It’s why I need to make sure Lexi and my mom are okay. That they have what they need.”
I kiss her cheek. “I get it, baby. And that’s one of the things I love best about you.”
The elevator opens to the suite. We enter, and I hand her the room service menu. We order food, and eat it quietly. We chat about our families and the differences in our pasts. She wants to travel to France to see my family’s vineyards, and I want to spend more time with her mom and sister in California. I know all about her family, of course, but she doesn’t need to know that. And I like hearing her tell me the details herself.
Time is running out. I need to get back to work and she’s got things she needs to take care of. I prep her for this evening. “So, tonight. We’ll have to be ‘on,’ babe. It’s exhausting.”
She nods. “I get it. I mean, I work in Vegas, and I know what it means to have to perform. I’ll smile and wine and dine, evade personal questions and make sure that the focus is on you.”
“And don’t forget, you’ll do what daddy tells you to, too.”
She’s getting used to this, I think, because she smiles and nods with less of the hesitation there was before. “I can do this. Absolutely.”
“Good,” I tell her with a smile. “So, no panties tonight, babygirl. If I tell you to touch yourself, you’ll do it. If I bring you into a private room, you’ll come with me. No hesitation, no matter what. Understood?” I won’t even tell her what else I have in store for her this evening.
My heart races as she nods and faces me, squares her shoulders, and looks like she’s ready for my first command. I lean in and kiss her cheek, as I drag up the hem of her skirt and reach between her legs. I part them, letting the back of my hand graze her warm pussy. She flexes her hips, but I shake my head. “Stand absolutely still, babe.”
She obeys, while holding her breath. I gently finger her, gliding my fingers inside her.
“Are you sore, baby?”
She nods. “Yes, daddy, but I like it. I like the memory of you in me.”
“Do you?”
She nods. “And I want you again.”