“Yes, but you needed it to be intense, didn’t you, little girl?” I answered softly.
She shivered hard against me and I knew that I was right.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. There was a soft tremor in her voice that told me she was blushing. I didn’t even have to see her face to know. Her fingers clutched even more tightly at my chest, and I smiled to myself, knowing that I’d finally broken through and given her what she truly needed.
“Come. You will take a nap in my bed. Then the two of us will go to a nice restaurant for a late dinner and when we get back, you’re going to get fucked hard again,” I said gently.
She squeaked nervously.
“I’m already sore!” she exclaimed. Her voice peaked with surprise and I chuckled quietly.
“Good,” I answered, unable to stop myself from smirking at her shock. She didn’t know it yet, but she was mine now.
Daddy’s little girl.
I stood up and carried her in my arms up the stairs into my bedroom. My staff had made themselves scarce so no one saw me walking through the house stark naked, but I wouldn’t have cared anyway. Carefully, I tucked her into my bed and pulled up the covers around her naked body, enjoying the way her hair cascaded over her shoulder. She really was such a pretty little thing.
“You’re going to take a nap now, little girl. Daddy is going to get some work done while you rest. He’ll come back and wake you when it’s time to go to dinner,” I said softly. Her eyes flicked tomine. For a moment, I saw a quiet protest deep within her, yet she didn’t voice it. Instead, she chewed her lip.
“Will you stay with me? Just a little longer?” she asked sweetly, and I smiled in return. I sat beside her, running my fingers across her scalp.
“Of course, little girl. Close your eyes for Daddy,” I whispered softly. She obeyed and her right hand ventured toward me, just brushing against my thigh. She stilled and after several minutes, her breathing evened out. I’d thoroughly worn her out and when I was positive that she was fully asleep, I pushed off the bed as gently as I could. I walked into my closet and dressed, choosing a dark pair of slacks and a burgundy button-up shirt. When I finished, I walked out of the bedroom in silence before venturing down the hall to my office.
I made several calls to my business associates, assuring that the evidence of Keri’s crash all but evaporated. I’d punished her hard enough. She didn’t need to deal with anything more than that. The tickets disappeared from the system. The repairs for the cop car were dealt with in full. Her own car would vanish, and I’d provide her with a new one, not that I’d let her drive it that much anyway. I’d much prefer her in the back of my limo with me.
Naked.
I wiped her name from the system, fully erasing the events of the night from the record. With the easy problem out of the way, I turned my attention to the issue of her father.
I combed through every record I could find. While in prison, his hands were mostly clean, but as soon as he’d gotten out on parole things had changed and a number of people aroundhim had mysteriously disappeared. Her father had never been particularly good at hiding evidence though and with a cursory overlook of security cameras and surveillance devices I’d had hidden in his business long ago, I uncovered some of the most damning proof I’d ever come across in my life.
He’d killed them all with a bullet straight between the eyes. I didn’t know why he’d wanted them dead, and I didn’t really care, but with a few urgent calls to some of my connections high up the chain, I ensured that Richard Esposito would never again see the light of day.
Within a half hour, he was back in custody. My email dinged and I opened it to find a note from my colleague, thanking me for helping to keep the streets clean of mafia fools like him with an attached picture of Richard’s miserable face.
Fucking idiot.
Shouldn’t have threatened my little girl. He was lucky he wasn’t dead.
When I was satisfied that I’d taken care of everything for her, I stood up from my desk and returned to my bedroom to wake her. I stopped in the doorway when I saw her, taking a moment to really enjoy the look of her angelic face against my pillow. Her cheeks were pink still and the corners of her lips her turned up in a tiny little smile that spoke to the fact that I’d finally figured her out. Almost reluctantly, I walked into the room and sat beside her on the bed. She stirred a little and I carefully petted the top of her head. She hummed in her sleep and it was so adorable that it elicited a chuckle from me that was far louder than I intended.
“It’s time to wake up, little girl,” I said softly after that. She yawned before she groggily opened her eyes and peered upat me. A spark of confusion crossed over her face before she blushed heavily.
“Jaxon,” she purred, unable to hide her shame from me.
“You will call me Daddy for the rest of the night, little girl,” I instructed firmly, and I was pleased to see her blush deepen to an even darker red.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, dropping her eyes from mine.
“Come. Let’s get you cleaned up,” I said, offering her a hand. Tentatively, she took it and I led her into my master bathroom. I handed her a new toothbrush and toothpaste and had her sit down while I brushed all of the tangles out of her hair. I watched her in the mirror, catching every time her face flushed a little pinker and her nipples pebbled just a bit harder. Occasionally, I reached for one and pinched it lightly enough to remind her that she was bare for me and that I could do with her as I wished.
When she’d finished brushing her teeth and her hair no longer appeared that she had just been thoroughly fucked, I led her into my closet. I slipped her feet into a pair of ballet flats, taking my time to touch her bottom and admire the pink marks my belt had left behind.
“Is your bottom still sore, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered, squirming in front of me as I lightly squeezed her right cheek.
“Is your little pussy sore too?” I pressed.
