Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
Amber
“What are we doing?” I ask Daddy as he takes my hand and leads me through the apartment. He has a desk set up in the living room, and he sits in his giant chair and pulls me between his legs.
“I want to show you something.” He wiggles the mouse, bringing his computer and the large monitor to life. One of his arms snakes around me as if he’s anchoring me so I can’t escape.
I’m confused, but I wait while he clicks on several things until I’m suddenly looking at the inside of my bedroom. I gasp as I remember the camera he installed while I was trying on dresses. He can see my entire bedroom?
My Daddy rewinds, the screen changing so fast that I can’t see anything. Suddenly, he stops and lets it play. “This is right after I hooked it up,” he tells me, pointing at the screen.
I nod. It’s just my empty bedroom so far. Wait… I gasp as I watch myself walk out of the bathroom totally naked. “Daddy!”
He chuckles. “It’s a camera, baby. What did you think it was going to do?”
“I don’t know,” I shout. “Catch burglars?”
His body shakes as he laughs. “Do you remember why I installed it?”
I draw in a deep breath and stiffen. Shit. I remember.
“Why did I put that camera in your room, baby?”
“So I can’t masturbate.”
“Yep. It runs all the time. I can spot-check it anytime I want to make sure my Little girl keeps her fingers away from her greedy little pussy while she’s alone.”
I squirm in his arms. “Okay, you can turn it off now.”
“What? And miss the good part?” he teases.
“I was there. I don’t need to watch a sex video of myself.” But I really want to. Why am I so turned on by the idea of seeing us fucking?
“Are you sure?” he continues, teasing me further. “You insisted you didn’t scream. I wanted to show you.”
I jerk my head around to glare at him. “You… You… You…dog.”
His smile makes my face heat. “What happened to jerk face and turd monger?”
I stick my tongue out at him. “My butt is too sore to risk another spanking, if you must know.” I’m not facing the monitor, but I bury my face in Daddy’s chest when I hear myself scream. Damn him. He’s right. I’m a screamer.
He turns it off, wraps his arms around me, and lifts me up to sit on the glass desk top. His hands come to my waist, and he bends forward to kiss my tummy. “You’re adorable when you’re all flustered.”
“You tricked me.” I push out my bottom lip in a full pout.
“I did not. I installed a camera. I told you what I was doing and why. I can’t help that you didn’t know we could watch our first time together.”
“Are you going to delete it?” I shiver. What if someone else saw it?
“I can adjust it to any number of settings. I can program it so that it deletes itself every certain number of hours or days, or I can set it to back up everything.”
I chew on my bottom lip. “You want to keep that video?” I finally ask.
He lifts my fingers to his lips and kisses them. “I think it’s sort of special. We might like to watch it together sometime. I promise no one else will ever get to it. It’s password-protected. It’s not saved on an external hard drive. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I will delete it right now.”
I turn and stare at the blank monitor, thinking. “I guess it might be fun to watch it sometime if you promise not to make fun of me for screaming while you had your tongue inside me.”
“I will never make fun of you, baby. If you change your mind at any time, I’ll delete it.”
“Okay. But, Daddy…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“From now on, we’re having sex in your room.”
His laughter fills the apartment. “Okay.”
I lean back and set my hands on the glass surface of the desk, letting my legs swing. I wonder how kinky my Little is. Based on the smoldering look in Daddy’s eyes, I suspect he finds my Little sexy. After all, I’m wearing a short dress; he can see my panties, and my nipples are hard points and easily noticeable through the thin cotton of this simple flowery dress.
I can’t keep from giggling when he suddenly stands, swipes several folders onto the floor, and lowers me to my back across the desk. It’s a good thing it’s large enough to fit the monitor and me.
Daddy shoves my dress up, holds it above my breasts, and starts sucking my nipples.
I’m instantly just as turned on as I was earlier. How many times can I possibly come today?
He releases my nipple with a pop, cups my breasts with both hands, and lowers his face to my crotch.
I bring my legs over his shoulders, wishing he would take my panties off, but it quickly becomes apparent he doesn’t need to and has no intention of doing so.
He nuzzles my pussy over the soaked cotton, driving me mad. All I can do is bury my fingers in his hair while he holds me hostage, his hands on my breasts, his tongue reaching under the side of my panties.
I moan so loud it startles me. He was right. I was never with the right men before. He has no trouble bringing me to orgasm. He’s proven that several times now. I kind of hate that I wasted two years being a brat when I could have been in his bed with his face between my legs. I intend to make up for lost time.
Daddy drives me to new heights with his nose and his lips, pushing my panties around. He even bites into them and tugs the cotton tightly between my pussy lips until I’m gasping and writhing.
Finally, he manages to get to my clit. He captures it, sucks it, and drags his teeth over it. That’s when I come. I’m losing all my inhibitions with this man. He’s turned me into someone I didn’t know I had in me. And I’m so fucking happy I can’t stop grinning.
Without a word, Daddy eventually helps me to my feet. He straightens my panties and pats them to point out how wet they are. He smooths down my dress and kisses me on the nose. “What do you want for dinner?”
I start giggling and can’t stop as I look around. “We’ve made a mess. We should probably clean this up first.” I can’t think about food.
“Okay, help Daddy pick up the papers, and then we’ll see about dinner.” He turns me around and pats my bottom.
I drop onto my hands and knees to crawl around, gathering all the papers and folders. He’s going to have to sort through them. They’re a jumbled mess. I wonder if I can tell which papers go together. It’s doubtful, but I grab one and read the top of it.
For a moment, I simply stare, and then I blink a few times. Surely, I’m seeing this wrong. I drop onto my bottom and read more.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Isaac squats down next to me and leans over my shoulder. “Oh, shit.”
“What is this?” My hands are shaking.
He takes the paper from me and lets it flutter to the floor. “It’s nothing.” He reaches for me.
I crab-crawl away from him, watching his face fall. “Tell me what that is, Isaac. Right now.”
He takes a deep breath.
I continue scrambling back until I run into the back of the sofa. I pull my knees up and hug them against my chest. I’m too confused to make sense of what I’ve seen. He’s going to have to explain himself.
Isaac sits on the floor and runs a hand down his face. “I asked Spence to draw that up for me. It came by messenger this morning. I dropped it on my desk and totally forgot about it. I didn’t mean for you to see it.”
“Tell me what it is, Isaac. And tell me why. There were a lot of zeros in the number I saw.”
He hangs his head. “From the day I met you, I knew you were more than a job…”
I don’t move. I can’t breathe. This is obviously going to be a long story. I don’t know what the hell to think.
He pulls in a breath and meets my gaze. “You’ve been my heart and soul for a very long time, Amber. You know I retired from the Army before I started doing private security work.”
I nod.
“Well, I saved a lot of money during those years. It’s not that the Army pays well. It’s that I didn’t have many needs. I often didn’t even need to pay for housing. I invested it for the future, and the future hit me in the face when I met you.”
“I don’t understand,” I murmur.
“I couldn’t take money from your brother to be with you. It never felt right. I didn’t want to think of myself as your paid employee.” He winces. “I wanted to be something else to you. I wanted to be your man, not just your bodyguard.”
I frown. I don’t know what he’s saying.
“I let every paycheck go into an account. Your brother put them there. He didn’t know until the other day that I’ve never touched the money. I had no way of explaining to him that I was in love with his sister and didn’t want to be paid to be her bodyguard. I was sort of stuck. I couldn’t tell Spence how I felt about you because I never told you , and I never told you because you weren’t ready. So, the moment I knew we were going to move this relationship into new territory, for better or for worse, I finally called Spence and told him to transfer all the money to you.”
I stare at him. I’m too shocked to respond. I don’t know if I’m angry or what.
Isaac sighs. “I’m sorry you found out like this. I didn’t mean to keep it as some giant secret or anything. I just wanted to transfer it before I told you so you couldn’t stop me.”
“Why? That’s two years of employment. Why wouldn’t you get paid?”
“Because I don’t want to be your employee. I want to be your man, your Daddy, your husband. That money never felt right. It’s weird taking it. It makes me feel strange.”
He’s giving me every dime he earned while working for me because it makes him feel weird…?
I release my knees, crawl across the floor, grab the paper from where it fell near his legs, and rip it in half. I rip it again and again and again until all that’s left is tiny, shredded confetti littered all over the floor.
When I’m done, I’m huffing and puffing. I’m on my knees a few inches from Daddy, and I stick my tongue out at him because I can’t think of what else to do.
He lurches out, grabs me around the waist, and pulls me onto his lap. He rocks me back and forth, nuzzling his nose in my neck.
I’m not going to cry this time. I’m all cried out for today, so I swallow back the emotion and simply let him rock me for a long time. The sun goes down while we sit on the floor in the middle of the living room, surrounded by a pile of papers and confetti.
I spend a lot of that time thinking about what the hell we are and where this is going. I conclude that we have a lot to figure out, but we’ll do so together. I never ever want to be apart from Isaac for a day in my life. I’m never sleeping in my bed anymore—mostly because I won’t be able to let my guard down, knowing he’s taping us while we fuck.
I finally uncurl from his lap and tip my head back to meet his gaze.
He strokes one of my pigtails. “There’s only one way to fix this.” His words surprise me after all this silence.
I tip my head to the side, confused. “How?”
“Marry me.”
My breath hitches. I blink.
He nods. “Marry me. Then it won’t matter. The money will just be ours in a joint account.”
I’m startled and find myself focusing on that last bit. “Do you realize how much money I have?”
“Yep.”
“I don’t think your salary for two years is very important in the grand scheme of things.”
“It is to me.”
I scramble to kneel in front of him, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him.
He spreads his huge hands on my back and pulls me closer, bringing his lips to mine, deepening the kiss until we’re both panting. “Marry me,” he mumbles against my lips. “If you don’t, I’ll have Spence reprint that paper tomorrow and sign it before you can see it.”
“That’s silly,” I tell him.
“That’s your only option.”
I take several deep breaths. “I come with a lot of baggage.”
“I’m aware, baby.”
“I have nightmares where people are holding me hostage in a damp, cold basement with nothing but a bucket to pee in and a mattress to sit on.”
“Those aren’t nightmares, baby. That happened to you. And I will be in bed with you to hold you when the memories flood back from now on.”
“My parents died,” I blurt out for no reason.
He rubs my back. “I know, baby. I read about it. I know the facts. I know about the bank vault, the attempted robbery, and the explosion. What I don’t know is how that made fifteen-year-old Amber feel. How it changed her life to lose her parents and have her brother take over raising her.”
I swallow. I won’t cry. I can talk about this without crying. I’m just stating facts. But as I begin to speak, the tears fall anyway. “Abandoned.” It’s the only word I say.
Daddy sets his forehead against mine. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
I swipe at the tears. “I had Spence. I shouldn’t have felt so alone, but I always figured someone would eventually kill him, too. And me. Why not kill all of us and steal our money?”
Daddy smooths a hand up to cup the back of my neck. “I’m sure your parents loved you dearly and didn’t want to leave you.”
I sniffle. “But they still left.”
“And you’re afraid I’ll leave, too?”
I nod. That’s the heart of the matter.
“Well, I won’t. Never. And I will keep a careful watch over both of us at all times to make sure no one has the opportunity to hurt us.”
I lean into him for both physical and emotional support. “I think I like the idea of being Little because it lets me retreat and pretend I have no problems.”
“That’s okay. I’m sure it’s common. You can regress as deeply as you want as often as you need, and I’ll be here to make sure you’re safe while you’re in that headspace.”
“Millie told me you were in love with me. I didn’t believe her.”
He chuckles. “She’s a smart therapist.”
“She said there was no way anyone would stay on as my bodyguard with all the shit…stuff…I pull unless they were getting something else out of it.”
“Yep.”
I lean back. “I thought she believed I was having sex with you.”
He chuckles. “You don’t have to sleep with me for me to get something out of our relationship. I get so much just being near you that it doesn’t matter if you ignore me.”
“I don’t want to ignore you anymore.”
“I’m glad, baby. It can get lonely.”
I crawl up onto him, straddling him, pressing my body against his. “I love you.”
“Does this mean you’ll marry me?”
“Nope. You have to ask me all proper first. You have to use some of that money to buy me a ring, even if it comes out of a vending machine. And then you have to get down on one knee and ask me like they do in a fairy tale.”
He smiles. “Okay, baby. I can do that.”
I narrow my gaze at him. “Nothing fancy, though. I don’t want to worry about people cutting my arm off to get my ring or anything when we’re out.”
“Got it. Nothing fancy.”
“Can we have dinner now, Daddy? I’m starving.”