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I’m happy and I know Daddy is. I also know he’s stressed. They thought they spotted someone who might be in Chicago to kill me. They lose him or he’s not the one by the second day.
Which is why I feel even worse on the fourth day. Milos came to the house again. He and Daddy were in the office. Daddy pulled me into his lap the same as he had the time before. Milos and Daddy smoked cigars together. I didn’t dislike it, but my unease grew over the hour as they discussed business.
When Milos left, Daddy pulled my hair back and asked me what was the matter?
“Your smoking. Please Daddy, I don’t like it. Your health—”
“Okay, no more cigars. No more smoking.” The words were solemn.
I blinked fast. “I’m worried about you. That’s the only reason.”
His smile was wide. “It doesn’t matter why you asked. If you don’t want me smoking then I won’t.”
Relief had me sagging into him. “I just don’t want you to resent me. I know it’s hard to quit smoking.”
“I would never resent you, my love. I prefer your happiness over a cigar. You asking as a way of caring for my health is all the better. Quitting can be difficult, though,” he murmured.
Dismay hit me. “I’m sorry.”
“You’ll have to be a good girl and help Daddy quit. Can you do that?”
“Yes, anything. What can I do?” I’m willing to do anything to help him.
“The trick will be to keep my mouth and hands busy.” His hands ran underneath the dress I was wearing. Each hand cupped a cheek of my ass. “I’m going to need your cunt a little more often, over the next few days. Do you think you can help Daddy?”
Nodding, I returned the same wicked smile on his beautiful face, wrapping my arm around his neck. “Anything for you, Daddy.”
CHAPTER28
Phoenix
On the sixth day, something happens on the phone call where Daddy and his brothers talk. I have no idea what, but it’s clear Daddy is tense. Only minutes after he hangs up, he tells me he has to leave.
Daddy holds me close. “I’m sorry, baby. This is important.”
I cling. I don’t recognize myself. The fear at him being away from me, no hand around mine, not able to hear his voice. In a sane, logical part of my mind I’m screaming to stop being a baby, what the hell was the matter with me? I could go a few hours alone. Only there was no logic, only fear.
We’re on the couch, I’m in his lap. It’s not close enough, I need him inside me I need him to be a part of me. Daddy wraps his hand around my hair and forces my face to his. “Baby, settle. Breathe for me. In and out. There we go, that’s a good girl. Look at me. There are going to be times when I cannot be with you. Daddy does not like it either. I would much rather be here with you. However, you are going to be a good girl and wait patiently for me. I will be happy if I know you are waiting for me with a smile. Daddy hates the idea of you home alone and sad. When I get home you will have your choice of reward. Whatever my baby needs, we will do. Tell me, what do you want me to do to you when I come home?”
“My ass, Daddy, I want you to fuck me there. I’ll be a good girl,” I promise him. I will be so good.
“I know you will, baby. It’s why I love you. Come along, let’s find you something to cover you in case I need to check the cameras while I’m gone. I don’t want to worry someone else might see you.” He urges me into the elevator.
I look down at the sleeveless dress unbuttoned down the front. I wore no boxers or bra. I’m open and ready for Daddy’s use the way we both love. Daddy takes the dress off, his hands lingering over my ass. I fight the moan desperate to come out of me. Daddy’s phone goes off. We both curse, Daddy in Russian aloud, me in English inside my head.
Daddy slides up a long skirt over my legs and a thick sleeveless camisole. “My driver is outside waiting. I’ll be gone for a few hours. Maybe take a nap and prepare for tonight.”
I sigh at the kiss on my cheek before he’s gone. I can do this. I’m not a baby. It’s silly to think I can’t go a few hours without Daddy.
A bath sounds good. It will make me tired for a nap. The large jetted tub is one Daddy and I have used every day. He’s fucked me bent over the edge, and I fucked him in his lap with the jets around us.
The bath is nice but after only five minutes I’m edgy. I’m hot, too hot to stay in the steaming water. Daddy was adamant I was not allowed to touch my cunt unless he said I could. I was not allowed to come without him being the one to make me come. I promised because I couldn’t imagine wanting to come without Daddy.
And I don’t really want to now. I just need something to take my mind off him not being here. Frustrated, I get out of the bath and dry off. Needing to escape, I bury myself in the silky covers of our bed. I can’t sleep though.
Was this wrong? Before I met Daddy, I could never imagine I would feel this way. Be this needy for a man, for anything. The logical part of my brain is screaming at me to get up and run. This is nuts. I’m nuts, it’s some type of Stockholm shit. Except my whole body goes tight at the idea of leaving. It isn’t the tracker Daddy has in me…actually, in a way it is. He wants to keep me so much he stuck a tracker inside me. The tracker inside me saved my life. If he had told me about the tracker I would have freaked out and hated him. Now I’m grateful for it.
The same way I’m grateful for him not letting me go when I told him to. I hated my life before Daddy. I was just existing. It wasn’t even a good existence. I get I was saving women and girls and I’m proud of it, but away from it I can admit I was miserable. I hated that I was afraid to leave the house. Hacking was my reason for getting up in the morning or night or whenever I woke up after falling into bed, too tired to even undress. I would wake up and order take-out and do it all over again. There were times, if I thought about it too long, when I wondered if this is all my life would be, and a sliver of resentment peeked out at the prospect.
