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Chapter 13
Keri
One year later…
“Your cold brew, Miss Esposito,” the barista called out curtly and I smiled as I reached for it.
“Thank you,” I replied gratefully. I took a long sip and sighed happily as the taste of strong coffee spread across my tongue.
“Miss Esposito,” a much gruffer voice sounded behind me and my pussy clenched down hard in recognition. His fingers curled around my waist and I grinned widely as he pulled me in close.
Daddy.
My whole life had changed so much since that night.
My father was locked behind bars and slapped with enough consecutive life sentences that he would never taste freedom again. Jaxon had made sure of it. Not only had he dealt with my father, but my accident had disappeared from all record and not a single person ever spoke of it again. To replace the car that I had ruined, Jaxon had gifted me a sleek and very expensive Audi convertible, although I hardly ever drove it. To be honest, I didn’t need to. Jaxon insisted on either driving me himself or most often of all, taking me in his limo so that he could lift my dress and spank my bare bottom bright pink by the time we reached our destination, wherever it may be.
One date turned into another and then another. He insisted on taking me out at least once a week, if not more. He spoiled me with gifts and fancy dinners all in the name of taking care of his little girl and to be honest, I adored every minute of it. I didn’t tell him that, but I think he knew it anyway.
It didn’t take very long for Jaxon Blackwood and me to become an item in the eyes of the world. At first, my name was mentioned briefly, but it didn’t stay that way for long. With Jaxon being a once eligible bachelor, the gossip blogs and magazines started to wonder about who I was. Oftentimes when I could go out to get myself a coffee or even just lunch by myself, there would be a photographer lying in wait to snap my picture.
Even now, there was one just outside the coffee shop window and when Jaxon saw him, he wound an arm protectively around me.
“What do you think the people would say if they knew that pretty little pussy was bare underneath your skirt, little girl?” he whispered into my ear and I shuddered hard against him.
“Daddy,” I whined, pressing my lips against his chest in order to muffle myself as much as possible. I didn’t want anyone else to hear what I called him, and he chuckled lightly, likely guessing the direction of my thoughts.
His fingers squeezed me tight once more and the two of us took a seat at a table in the corner so that we could enjoy our coffee before going on about our day.
“You booked the day off today, correct?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m off until Friday,” I answered.
He reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out an envelope.
“I have a gift for you,” he began.
“You spoil me,” I replied with a soft blush.
“Open the envelope. There are instructions to follow inside,” he continued, and a nervous energy started to simmer somewhere deep inside me. There was a dark edge to his voice and my core rolled with desire at what the day may bring.
“Instructions?”
“Yes. Question me again and I’ll take you out to the limo for a reminder of what happens to naughty little girls who feel a need to question their daddies,” he chided firmly. His eyes flashed once, and I fidgeted, already sore and wet from the limo ride from my house to the café with him this morning.
Quickly, I reached for the envelope and pulled out a thick sheet of paper, wanting to avoid another painful session that day. I hardly got a chance to see what it was before he started explaining what it was.
“That is your itinerary for the day. I’ve arranged for you to receive the VIP treatment at the very best spa in the city, but that’s not all you’re going to be doing,” he explained, and I knew at once that he had far more nefarious intentions in mind by the way his voice had dropped.
“What else am I to be doing?” I asked anxiously and he leaned in closer to me, focusing all his attention on me, making my nerves spike hard. That kind of focus always felt inherently dangerous, but I knew that it was one of the things that drove me crazy about him.
“I’ve signed you up for five different treatments today, from a deep tissue massage and a facial and more, but between each one you will be taken to a private relaxation area where you can soak in a tub, shower with aromatherapy oils, the works. Once you are left alone, you will bring yourself to climax before an attendant comes to fetch you for your next treatment,” he continued firmly.
“But I…” I protested.
“I’m not finished, little girl,” he scolded gently.
I swallowed past the dryness of my mouth.
