“Is everything alright?”
At Stella’s reticence, I look back at her while moving to the locker to grab the fresh clothes I had Bishop bring over for her.
“Hey, it’s fine. A patient just fell.” I fucking loathe the fear in her eyes. In fact, when I get a hold of these fuckers, I’ll ensure that they feel every ounce of terror my girl has in the last twenty-four hours.
Flicking the lock on the door, I stride towards Stella and set the bag on the bed, then remove the contents. Flannel pajama pants, crop top, baggy zip-up sweater, and slippers.
“No underwear?” She sounds scandalized, but I’m not complaining. My friend knew what he was doing.
“Guess not.”
Her sharp gaze flies up to mine, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “You did that on purpose.” I don’t deny the accusation because she’s not wrong.
“Can I help you?” I wiggle my brows to turn the mood more playful. The beautiful blush surging up her body entices me to learn where it begins.
“I think I can manage if you’ll just turn around, please.”
Once she’s steady on her feet, I do as asked, ignoring the disappointment and reminding myself that soon enough she’ll be mine for the feasting. In the meantime, I keep an ear out for any more trouble in the hall.
“I’m done.”
Turning around just in time to see her nipple through the white crop top and the mouthwatering bit of flesh of her belly before she zips the sweater up, I want to drop to my knees and have a taste of her cunt. I just know she’s a virgin. I can feel it in my bones.
Holding out a hand for her, she accepts it easily, and we exit the room, making a stop at the nurse’s desk, where they’re just finishing up the discharge paperwork, with instructions to bring Stella back if anything is amiss.
She slips her hand back in mine, so damn trusting, and makes me feel like a king. I pull her into my side, wrap my arm around her shoulders, and she slips hers around my back, hooking her fingers in my belt loop. Fuck, she’s tiny. More so than I had believed. Dominating her in bed will become pure, raw, animalistic need from the first touch.
“Should we grab something for breakfast?” I ask after buckling her into my truck, and I’m seated behind the wheel.
“I’d rather not.” Her voice wavers. She’s thinking about what happened.
Reaching over, my hand drapes across her thigh, rubbing up and down until she spreads her legs a little, trapping my hand when it gets snug to her pussy. Fear can be an aphrodisiac for some, and I’m learning that Stella harbors a naughty little girl inside, who’s just waiting to be set free. I slide my pinky back and forth across her sex, and knowing the only barrier is a thin piece of flannel, accelerates my heart.
“Dangerous territory here, sugar.” My growled warning evokes a breathy sigh from between her kissable lips. Glancing over at Stella, her head rests back, and her eyes are closed as the pulse in her throat pounds and begs for me to take a bite. “Keep it up, and I’ll strip you down to nothing as soon as we walk in the door.”
“Maybe I want that…Daddy.”
Fuck it. I slide my hand up and push it down the front of her bottoms, slipping my fingers between her sopping wet lips. With a pinch of her clit and the rimming of her tight hole, she pants and whines beautifully for me.
“Fuck, you are soaked for me, sugar.” Her juices are the sweetest thing ever to touch my fingers. “You going to be a good girl for Daddy when we get home?”
Not how I saw this morning going, but I’m not about to complain.
“Yes, Daddy,” she gasps and arches as I pinch her clit again, rubbing it in gentle circles.
“Tell me, sugar, are you a virgin?” Our eyes meet as I stop at a light, and tears bubble over as she shakes her head. Disappointment slams my chest hard. It’s so fucking chauvinistic of me that guilt quickly follows.
“I took it myself, Daddy.” It’s humbling how fast she’s fallen into the dynamic.
“You are a good girl.” Growling, I squeeze her pussy in my palm, eliciting another gasp and moan. “Do not fucking come, Stella, or I swear to god, you won’t like the fucking punishment.” A hand to her ass is something that’ll undoubtedly happen, but I’d prefer the first time to bring her pleasure.
CHAPTER 9
Stella
Holy smokes! I’ve never been so hot and bothered before. Not while exploring my own body, not when watching explicit videos online, and never when I imagined Vito touching me in the dead of night when I couldn’t sleep.
The man should come with a warning because, wow, does he know how to touch a girl. To speak to a girl. And what is with the Daddy thing? Hot, hot, hot, and triple hot. The way I’ve begun to crave this man should be illegal.
