Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
And no one in my family was ever loyal. It was no secret my grandfather played around on my grandmother. There were some other dirty secrets, too, that I gleaned from bits and pieces of conversation and dropped comments, something about my grandmother having something once on the side as well.
Even a side long comment from my father to my mother made me wonder. My father was no saint either. His habit of not coming home at night and sneaking off for a few days on ‘business’ never made sense, not really.
He worked with my Grandfather when he was alive and then my Grandmother, managing some of my Grandfather’s investments and the properties after he passed away. There was not ever any real reason for him to travel, so my upbringing sort of taught me no one is loyal and I know I bring that with me into my relationship with Stas.
The first day, which turned into our first date, Daddy made me a promise. Told me he would follow me, or have his people follow me, to make sure I got wherever I was going safe and secure. But he told me not to be scared. It was just because he knew there was a girl that had been raped a few days before in my neighborhood, and he didn’t want that to happen to anyone—especially not his girl.
He even told me the building where I lived was under constant surveillance, so not to be alarmed if I saw people watching me. He told me I would know it was his people because he would have them all wear black slacks and a navy-blue hoodies so they fit in on this side of town, but that I wouldn’t be alarmed to see men watching me.
He said he would never forgive himself if anything happened, and he would not be able to sleep without knowing I was okay.
All of that should have screamed, ‘stalker’ and scared me, but for some reason it didn’t. The way he said it, the way he wanted nothing in return…all he wanted was to make sure I knew that if nothing else, if I never spoke to him again, if I never went out with him, he’d taken it on as his new mission in life to make sure I was safe.
That simple.
And from that day on, he’s never wavered on that promise.
In the end the whole thing was only necessary for a few days anyway. Another rape, a girl I knew by sight, though not to talk to, who lived in my building. That scared the crud out of me.
Daddy told me then in no uncertain terms that I was moving in with him and to boot he’d already emptied out my belongings from my apartment. He said it only solidified his decision when he went to my landlord with five-hundred dollars to let him into my apartment and he took the money without hesitation and let him in.
Stas then used the payoff against the landlord, telling him he better install more security or he would buy the building and the guy would be out of a job. But it’s that sense of security that allows me to be what I am for him right now. When his voice breaks into my thoughts I shiver and feel the tightening tingle in my nipples. His dark voice fills my ears as he continues to guide and instruct me.
“Now, remember, just because I’m not right there doesn’t mean you don’t need to say please and ask to cum. Your orgasms are mine, baby. Now, take that wand and turn it on. Lightly touch it just to the outside lips of that dripping cunt of mine until I say otherwise. Do it now.”
I hover somewhere between being giddy and wildly wanton. My inhibitions tick in the back of my head but the look of sheer lust in Daddy’s eyes urges me on.
The wand vibrates in my hand as I guide it downward. I’ve used a few toys with Daddy before but usually he is in charge. My experience on my own is limited but from the first brush of the wide rubber head of this magic wand my body nearly convulses as I run it over my bare outer lips.
“That’s my girl.” I hear as my eyes close and the back of my head falls to the softness of the chair, a moan tightening my throat.
Need and lust course through me and tighten the muscles in my inner thighs. Daddy’s voice seduces me as I rub the toy around as he instructed.
“Daddy watches you in the bathtub, baby.” He begins the fantasy as he does sometimes when we are together. He knows it drives me right to the edge. “I see you now. You’re touching yourself while you think of me, aren’t you? Thinking of your Daddy. Wondering if I think of you too. Think of my babygirl in such a dirty way. A way daddies shouldn’t.”