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I arch off the chair feeling something inside my chest tug me towards him, offering him things as my body pulses around him and my nails sink into his back. My legs wrap around him tight and I give in to the sensations he's making me feel. I vaguely hear him grunt out my name but his face is buried in my neck and everything that's happened over the past two days has caught up to me. I feel sweet oblivion take me over even though I try to keep my eyes open long enough to tell him.
The next time I open my eyes the sun is out and birds are singing from the open windows and patio doors. The bed is empty but the sheets are rumpled so I can tell he must have slept next to me last night. I hate that I missed what it felt like to go to sleep in his arms. I close my eyes trying to fight the goofy smile that's all over my face. The shadow of what happens when I have to leave this paradise is something I push to the back of my mind. I'll deal with that when I'm sad and lonely, not now when I am anything but.
A ding has me sitting up and looking around for my phone. I find it lying on a bedside table. I have a number of missed calls from Ivy along with like five hundred texts. There are a few missed calls from a number I don't recognize. I don't worry about those. It's Ivy I worry about. The last time we talked she wasn't really happy about me finding this guy hot. How is she going to take the fact that he kidnapped me and I don't want to ever escape?
If I call she's bound to know something is up by the sound of my voice so I decide I'll just text her. I make sure to tell her that I'm safe and being taken care of. I also tell her that I've had some issues with Andy the douche canoe. She'll understand why I emphasize the safety thing and maybe won't ask me so many questions.
I get up and start searching for something to put on but end up wearing another one of his shirts. Turns out even with a whole closet full of clothes I would pick his to wear. This one is a fresh one so it doesn't smell like him and I'm a little sad about it. I go looking for him so maybe I can talk him into switching with me - whatever he's got on right now for the new shirt.
I find him in an office on the same floor as the bedroom. He seems deep in concentration when I step into the room. I give a slight knock on the door to make sure he's okay with me being in here. He might not want me near his work or private things. He looks up from his computer and for just a second his face is harsh and angry. When he sees it's me he quickly loses the intense face and gives me a smile.
He holds his hand out for me and I come further inside the room. Whatever he was just working on, it doesn't stand a chance up against him. When I'm close he reaches out for my hips and positions me so I stand between his legs.
"How did you sleep, little one?"
"Good." Suddenly my shyness gets the better of me and I can feel my cheeks heat at the memory of what made me sleep so soundly. "Deep." I close my eyes and roll my lips up over my teeth. I cannot believe I just said that. It just sort of fell out though because of what I was thinking about.
He chuckles and pulls me down so that I am straddling his lap. "I'm glad. You needed your rest."
He tucks a stray curl behind my ear before pulling me down to kiss me. When we break apart both of us are breathing heavy and I've started rocking back and forth on him. I can't help it. I can't seem to control myself with him. His hand is buried in my hair and holding my head.
"I never got to show you that surprise I was going to show you last night. You distracted me."
"Sorry." It comes out a mumble.
"Don't be. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Feeling you cum for me is one of the greatest things I've ever been a part of."
My cheeks are on fire now. I don't understand how he can talk about it so easily. Will it be like that for me after we do it a couple of times? If I get to do it that often with him? I might not. He might grow tired of me and tell me to go home. He hits a button on his computer and the screen he was on closes leaving the one under that. It's my school's webpage. I turn more so I can see what he's been up to.
The page he's on is the one people log into so they can pay their tuition. My account is pulled up along with a statement that reads how much I have paid but it has to be wrong. "What...what's going on? I didn't pay that much money." I've never even seen that much money.
He actually looks a little bashful. "I didn't want you to worry."
I wait for him to say something else but he doesn't. "What do you mean, you didn't want me to worry?"
"About going to school. I paid for the rest of the year - both semesters."
"Why?" worry rises up inside of me. Is it because he does this for a lot of younger girls? Is he paying me for sex?
"Because you're mine to take care of. It's what a man would do for his little girl so she wouldn't have to worry and she had what she wanted and needed. That you have what you want and need. I want you to be happy and never have a worry again. I have the money and the means to get it done, so why wouldn't I?"
