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Kragen William Darling-Fairchild?It has a nice ring to it. Almost ostentatious to a fine degree. I could get used to signing that. Though if I can be honest, his money isn’t nearly as attractive as his soul. My Island Daddy could be a struggling, blue collar laborer living paycheck-to-paycheck, and I wouldn’t love him any less.
The currency is but a mere benefit. And I’ll cross through Heaven and Hell to ensure his wealth is spread evenly among a variety of worthy causes. That, and encouraging more firsthand participation.
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Our early breakfast took a matter of hours to be sent up, yet only ten minutes to scarf in its entirety. Climaxing earlier must have burned off well enough calories to account for such a hearty meal. Reid’s admiration is all the reward I technically require. But this sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, and pancakes with the perfect pineapple glaze, are quite a decent bonus. Daddy has me leaned up against the wall of his shower, as he gently scours my skin with a soapy washcloth. The gravity in his eyes makes me feel like he’s delayed telling me something important which I should know.
“You don’t have to stand, if you’re most comfortable sitting on the bench,” he grunts mildly.“I’m versatile,”he snickers with a raised brow.
My head wavers from shoulder to shoulder. “No, I’m fine,” I reply, grimacing because the pain isn’t totally fine anymore.
Truth is the sharp aches returned shortly before room service arrived. Whatever rush of endorphins or some shit, has long worn off by now. I doubt he’s the type to keep a heating pad in his hotel penthouse. Not when the temperatures in paradise could be closely described to that of a blazing purgatory. To that end, surely Daddy has a bottle of Tylenol lying around this joint.
His pupils shrink considerably. “Is my boy gonna be okay?” He asks, pulling me close to get at my backside. “Or do I have to summon Dr. Davis tout de suite?”
“The fuck did you just say?” I reply, confused. “No, I don’t need him.”
If I didn’t know better, Reid’s giggle would almost seem insensitive to my struggle. “It means‘quickly’in French, boy,” he replies, grazing the cloth down between my ass crack.
Keep going. I could feel your fingers up my asshole all fucking day long, Daddy.The side of Reid’s neck pushes against my teeth, which are exposed from the delightful moans escaping my lips.If I were a vampire, now would be an opportune moment to rob him of some blood.Thoughts aside, I waste no time clenching both jaws, causing a suction of his tasty flesh.
“Grrrr, little boy,” he winces. “Still hungry are we?” He asks, pulling away to stare directly into my soul.
I gasp. “I have no fucking clue why I just did that.”
Daddy’s gaze deepens, as if the ocean floor is merely a few feet from the apertures of his soul. “To be fair, I wasn’t complaining,” he replies. “But I know this’ll leave one hell of a mark, and I’m gonna return the favor.”
Are you now? Well, Daddy, be my fucking guest.
“Is that a promise?” I ask, a smile warming over me.
He nods in agreement, tracing his thumb around the corners of my mouth. “Consider it your first‘welcome home’gift of many.”
Speaking of welcoming me home, there’s something I’ve yet to execute. Perhaps the one thing which inflicts a certain cocktail of anxiety and absolute fucking joy within my gut. If I never have to see Allen Downing’s ridiculous mug again, sending him an email with my immediate resignation is paramount.
Reid takes my hand to escort me safely from his shower, stepping out onto the smooth tiling. He wraps me in a large, plush towel probably worth more than what my final paycheck will amount to. Staring into the mirror, I can already tell a hue of plum is returning to my cheeks. Tuti, the psychic medium mastermind she is, constantly reminds me that this is our soul’s way of reassuring us about being on the right path.“Your blood is the greatest prophet you’ll ever be the most familiar with,” she’d say.
I clear my throat while Daddy finishes drying me from head to toe. “I’m gonna need a few minutes before we leave to go shopping,” I advise him, lovingly caressing his stomach with the back of my hand.
“Anything you need, my boy,” he murmurs. “You’re Daddy’s junior Fairchild now,” he adds, nuzzling me against his chest. “Consider this your invitation to summon anything you’ll ever want or need.”
This feels almost unreal. One minute I’m lolling about on Grindr at my sister’s wedding reception. Then the very next, I’m being fucked senseless by America’s Gay Sweetheart. And in a sporadic turn of events, about to email my boss with the proverbial‘fuck you’I’ve wanted to give since my short honeymoon period at The Patriot’s Examiner ran out.
Despite my insistence that I can walk just fine, Daddy Reid whisks me to the bedroom in his arms. He settles me on the top of his mattress, blowing a raspberry above my belly button in the process. After a little casual slap and tickle, he saunters across to his walk-in closet to retrieve my clothes. I attempt to rise from the bed straight for my iPad in the luggage, but I’m met with a persistent stare.
“What does Banana Boy need?” He asks over his shoulder.
I shrug. “I’m just going to grab my iPad,” I reply, adamant about doing it myself. “I can do—”
No sooner do my feet move so much as an inch, when Daddy interrupts me. “No, you’re hurting and need to take it easy,” he hisses, pointing a finger down towards the floor. “Sit your pretty little ass down and I’ll grab it.”
The life of Riley may take some getting used to. There’s no doubts that in any other point in my life, I’ve ever had someone so eager to wait on me hand and foot like he is. Mimi had me trained to wash my own laundry by the age of eight, for fuck’s sake. Now in comes my Island Daddy on his magic carpet—in the form of a Gulfstream luxury jet—practically worshipping the ground I walk on.And I’m gonna let him.
Within moments, Reid returns to the bedside with my iPad and one of those twenty-dollar glass bottles of water. “You’re gonna stay hydrated today,” he grunts, unscrewing the cap for me. “Eight of these bad boys will be flowing from that tasty peehole of yours before nightfall,” he adds, grinning mischievously.
No wonder it’s expensive. This shit tastes like it was milked fresh from a unicorn.
I shrug. “I know I need to drink more water,” I reply. “But do you realize that eight of these cost more than my moms spend on the monthly water bill?”
