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Cassio returns to his seat, observing me as I run a finger along the collar.
The food is served one course after another—all kinds of small portions of incredibly expensive foods, nothing I would have ever had the chance to taste before. I express my thanks with every bite, trying to make sure that he knows just how appreciative I am of this whole dinner, the dates, the changes in my life—everything.
“There’s one more thing I want to show you, princess.” He smiles at me as he leads me out of the restaurant, having paid the bill and leaving a more-than-generous tip. We walk hand in hand back out to the main portion of the casino, feeling my shoulder rub up against his arm, the crowds of people surging on either side as he crosses back into the main path, keeping a very close eye on exactly what I’m doing and where I am in comparison to everyone else. “We have a hotel room for the night, the most expensive and luxurious one they offer. I’d love to see what you think.”
7
Cassio
Most people are not aware that the top floor of the casino has a penthouse. It’s not visible from anywhere and hidden mostly by the gigantic building signage. The entire floor is off-limits to everyone except the VIP guests checked in for the day. It has a separate elevator with a guard stationed just in front. I take out my keycard and swipe it. The doors open with a beep.
Camilla’s quiet beside me, but I notice her take all of this in. Her wide-eyed innocence never fails to tug something inside of me. I’ve been so used to living this kind of life that I take most things for granted. With her by my side, it’s as if I’m seeing all of these for the first time too.
I’m so desperate to impress her that I pulled out all the stops for tonight; no expense is spared. She’s my little girl. But more than that, I see her wearing the collar proudly around her neck. She didn’t just accept my proposal, but she’s more than happy about it.
Feeling the tightening in my pants, I steal a glance at her. I’m her daddy. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
As the elevator doors open, she gasps and lets go of my hand. She rushes inside and looks around excitedly. Digging my hands in my pocket, I follow close behind. She’s like a kid in a candy store, and from this day forward, I don’t care how much it costs me—I want to make her smile like this.
The interior is grander and more lavish than the one in the restaurant. There’s a massive flatscreen in the center, a burgundy Chesterfield sofa right in front of it, and a glass coffee table with gold accents.
To the left is a full kitchen, with marble countertops and the utensils and appliances a professional chef would need. To the right is the massive bedroom, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer cityscape views. But the centerpiece is the four-poster bed made of solid wood.
We’ve made a lot of money on this room alone, and I’m proud to say that I was one of the key people who helped put it together. Even on slow seasons, this is almost always booked. In fact, there are guests supposed to be staying here, but I’ve made arrangements, and they’re more than happy to give this up for the night.
“This is amazing!” Camilla declares almost breathlessly, throwing herself onto one of the couches. She giggles and kicks her shoes to the floor.
“Careful,” I remind her, aware that this furniture has seen some shit. “Don’t break anything. We don’t want to be the kind of guests who trash their room.”
“Yes, daddy,” she replies, frowning slightly but sitting on the couch like a normal person. She crosses her legs, in such a way that ever so slightly accents her legs within the orange glow of the sunlight to her side, the blonde hair showcasing all but a perfect view of everything she has to offer.
Everything feels right.
Tonight will be the night that I finally change my fate for the better.
I think I’ll do it.
Slipping out of my shoes, I walk into the room as well, bumping up the heat slightly with a dial on the wall. I get closer to her with slow, purposeful steps, only after a few does my little one care to look at me, her collar’s metal components reflecting light throughout the room in orange dots.
I stand before her and watch how she looks so tiny on the massive couch. Crouching down, my hand cups the side of her cheek, thumb gently caressing her smooth skin. She closes her eyes and leans into my touch. When she opens her eyes, her desire mirrors my own.
She’s mine. All mine.
With my hand behind her head, I pull her face to mine, claiming her lips in a searing kiss that’s sure to leave both of us breathless. Our tongues tangle, and I pick her up from the couch. She wraps her legs around me, locking at the ankles. I graze my mouth along her jaw, stopping and nibbling on her earlobe. I must have hit a sweet spot because she pushes her body closer to mine.
She’s going to be the death of me. With one arm under her ass and another wrapped around her shoulders, I make my way to the bedroom, my member straining under my pants. I lean her against the wall and run my tongue along her throat, down to the hollow between her collarbones. She whimpers and closes her eyes.
Tipping her chin up, I tell her roughly, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Her eyes snap open. “Yes, daddy.”
FUCK.
The bed’s only a foot away, and I toss her, surprised to hear her giggling. She’s apparently into this just as much as I am.
Camilla props herself up on her elbow.
“So… is thisreallywhat you want to do?” Her voice is deep and sensual, which is an antithesis to the youthful and innocent look on her face. One side of her mouth curls up, and she chews on her lower lip. With her head tilted back, she runs one foot along the opposite leg while her thumb caresses the underside of her shoulder strap.
