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The next thing I did was have her fake friend, Sasha, fired, after Chastity and I left today. I haven’t told her yet. I will, but I know she will feel guilty or some shit and I’m not having that. Not today. The fact that I’ve claimed her as mine has nothing to do with the promotion. But I'm afraid Chastity will have a hard time believing that.
My teeth clench as she leans closer, and I stand, taking my place behind her, her tits hanging as I squeeze her ass from behind. She moans and tries to push back into my palm.
“Stand up, babygirl. Slowly, you might be dizzy after hanging your head down.” I help her ease up, her eyes unfocused for a moment. “You okay?”
She nods as I lead her out of the closet, through the bedroom and into the living room, and make her sit atop the large blue ottoman that’s against the glass wall of the penthouse.
“Spread your legs. I like you to be like this when we’re alone. Always ready for Daddy.” I step an inch away and inhale deeply, the sweetest scent of her arousal tickling my nostrils.
She shudders as I run the backs of my fingers through her drenched folds. “Please,” she whimpers, and I know what she wants but I like her needy.
Besides, I’ve got the best Thai food in Manhattan on its way, because my baby needs to eat and I’m going to be the one to feed her.
Right on time, the doorbell rings and the curse splitting the silence of my apartment is hers. She’s groaning in frustration, stomping her little feet on the wood floor as I smile to myself and move toward the door, leaving her wallowing in her tantrum.
I’m enjoying her painful anticipation.
But the need is making me burn, and my cock is about to revolt.
Chapter 15
Jackson
I pull out the containers of takeout I’ve ordered and lay them out on the kitchen counter.
“Bring that sweet, wet pussy here and sit.” I nod to the leather stool at the kitchen island and watch her as she takes little steps forward, then hops up into the seat as I sit down next to her.
“I’m starving. It smells so good.” She’s gone from toddler tantrum to ravenous teenager in a matter of seconds.
“You should only eat things that are amazing. Not just good. You will never again settle for okay, or good. Your life with me will be filled with incredible, wonderful things.”
I hold a bite of braised eel to her lips and she pinches them tight with a juvenile shake of her head, screwing up her face.
“Open,” I order, and she shakes her head again.
“I don’t like it,” she grits out between her pinched lips.
“You haven’t even tried it. You will try one bite. If you don’t like it, of course, you don’t have to eat any more. But, I assure you, its taste is far better than its appearance. Be a good girl and open, try one bite for Daddy.”
She closes her eyes, sitting on her hands and opens, looking like I’m about to put a dead rat inside her mouth.
“Now, chew.” I slip the chopsticks from her lips and watch the drama queen twist up her face, then two seconds later, her eyes pop open.
Then they open wider, chewing with vigor now.
“Oh my God.” She covers her lips with her fingers. “It’s so amazing!”
“You will learn to trust me, baby.”
“More.” She points to her now wide-open mouth.
I tip my head to the side with an admonishing look. “More, what?”
“More, please, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I set the chopsticks on top of the white container and turn my stool toward her. “Sit on my lap.”
She hops up and wiggles her perfect self onto my thighs as my cock thickens behind her soft ass, but I’m in heaven. I’ve never fed someone before and it’s fulfilling me like a need that’s languished too long.
We spend the next half hour sampling all the flavors of the food. Chastity makes it a point to suck the ends of the chopsticks slower and slower with each bite.
I place a few noodles with peanut ginger sauce into her mouth when I hear a loud muffled screech from down the hall.
“What was that?” Chastity’s eyes are wild as her head turns toward the sound.
“He must have smelled the food.”
“He? Who’s he?”
Before I can answer, another loud squawk, then a few odd-sounding words.
“Asshole. Asshole. Asshole.” The sound is muffled from behind the closed door but clear enough to make out.
“What is that?” Another screech and I can see in her eyes she’s figured it out. “You have a bird?” She hops off my lap. “I wanna see!”
“Of course. But, be warned, Prince Albert isn’t always that well behaved.”
As if on cue, another curse word comes from down the hall. “Fuck face. Asshole. Hello. Hello.”
