Chapter 33
PATRICK
Iwoke to soft little kisses along my neck. They moved down to my chest. A perfect dream couldn't have started better than this.
“Ouch.” Then a bite on my lower lip. My eyes popped open.
“Morning, Daddy.” Kylie mumbled while taking my lip between hers.
“Morning,” I slid my arms behind my head. “How did you sleep?” She pushed the covers off and shifted over my body, her thighs straddling me. Once again she lost her onesie in the night. My little girl slept hot. It didn’t matter; I preferred her naked anyway.
“Good.” She kissed down my stomach; her tongue slid across my skin. My already stiff cock ached painfully. “How did you sleep?” Her lips travel over my left hip, following the contour of my abs, further down.
“Perfect.” I grinned and groaned as she wrapped her hand around my cock. She stroked up and down, slowly at first, then she sped up. “Yes, baby, that’s perfect.”
“I like touching you, Daddy.” She grinned up at me.
“I like when you touch me, baby.” I grinned back.
A fierce, protective warmth bloomed in my chest as I watched her, so easy and free.
“Are you always this hard in the morning?” She looked up, her mouth hovering over the head of my cock.
“Nope.”
She frowned.
“This is all for you.”
She giggled and kissed it. “Then I guess I have to do something about that.”
“Yep.”
She took me in her mouth. “Fuck,” I groaned. Her mouth was so soft and warm. She sucked on the tip before moving down my shaft. Her tongue massaged underneath as she sank deeper on my cock. She slid off and licked her lips.
“Is that okay, Daddy?”
“It's more than okay, baby.” I rocked my hips. “You’re doing so well?”
She grinned and dove back on me. Devouring my cock, using her hands and the pressure of her tongue and lips as if she were inside my head, knowing what made me feel good. Then she took me deeper, her throat tightening around me.
“Oh, fuck, Kylie.”
She slid off and then back down on my cock, swallowing it until her lips pressed against my pelvis. My hands shot out from behind me and gripped the back of her head.
She slid up and down a few more times. She didn’t need any help from me.
“I’m going to come, baby.”
She answered by sucking harder. My hips thrust into her mouth. Her tongue worked in a wild rhythm, and I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” My vision blurred and my body stiffened. The only thing that existed was her mouth encasing my cock. “Oh, God.” My body shivered as streams of cum shot down her throat. She took it all and wouldn’t release me until the last drop.
I blinked. My vision returned. The picture in front of me, of Kylie, laying small kisses up and down my shaft. Cleaning my cock like it was her job and grinning up at me, knowing she did good.
I shook my head, reached to grip her under her shoulders and hauled her up to kiss those naughty little lips. It was my turn to taste myself on her tongue. I rolled her onto her back, kissed her until we both gasped for oxygen.
“Was that the mushy stuff you were talking about?” I sucked on her neck, feeling her breath return. “If so, I have to say, it’s pretty hot, too.”
She giggled, and it vibrated through me. Her laugh filled my heart.
I kissed down her neck and across her chest, nibbling on her nipples the way she had mine. My tongue traced a trail down to her stomach when someone knocked on the door.
“Who’s that?” Kylie asked.
I rested my forehead against her chest.
“Room service.” A voice said from the other side of the door.
“Shit.” I crawled off her. “It was a great idea when I ordered it last night. I didn’t plan to leave this room all day.”
A laugh bubbled up from her chest, and her stomach growled. “Still a good idea, Daddy.” She offered me her puckered lips. I kissed them and jumped off the bed. Fumbling with the pair of shorts I had discarded last night.
I covered her up with a blanket. Such a shame, but her beautiful body was for my eyes only.
I checked back to make sure she was completely covered and opened the door.
“Hi Mr. Carmichael.” The room attendant stood with a cart full of food. “Would you like me to set this up for you?”
“No,” I handed him a twenty. “I’ve got it from here.”
“Thank you.” He smiled and tipped his imaginary cap, and walked away. I pulled the tray into the room. Kylie squirmed under the blankets.
“What are you doing?” I pushed the cart to her bedside.
“I can’t eat breakfast with no clothes on.”
“Who says?” I sat on the edge, and she appeared with the onesie on. She sipped up the front. “In fact, I think we should make that a rule. Breakfast naked.”
“You first,” she challenged.
“You understand that there are separate rules for little girls and for daddies.” I removed the covers from the dishes I had ordered. Kylie’s beloved pancake was under the first cloche. She frowned until she revealed the whipped cream underneath another.
“Oh, this looks yummy.” She pulled away the covers and swung her legs off the side of the bed. I pulled her onto my lap. She grabbed a strawberry off the nearest plate and popped it into her mouth.
So open and free. It made me regret the conversation we had to have. I wanted that smile to remain on her beautiful face forever. It belongs there. But I had to ask and share some not so pleasant things.
I let her eat for a while. She tasted everything, even my boring bowl of oats, before returning to the pancakes.
I fed her a piece of pancake, but when I took a bite, she snuck a piece with her fingers.
“There are forks, you know.” I pointed.
“Then why did God give us fingers?” She giggled and swiped another strawberry.
I waited until she had eaten most of her breakfast before I asked the first of many questions to ensure my little sneak had stopped sneaking around for information.
“Kylie.” My voice was neutral, not wanting to manipulate her by using my daddy voice. “I need to ask you some things that might be upsetting, but I need you to understand why I’m asking.”
Her smiling, easy going mood drifted away immediately. She wiped her hands on a napkin and slid off my lap onto the bed.
“Your inquiries about Tinley on the dark web. You got some responses; did you follow up on them?”
She exhaled.
“Anyone answering that type of inquiry could be dangerous.” I took her hand.
“Don’t you think I know that?” She pulled her hand back. “I contacted one of them. The one who knew about my sister, but he never replied.”
“Where did you contact him? Not on that server.”
“No, I set up another account, an untraceable one to communicate with him. But like I said, he ghosted me.” She bit her upper lip. “I promise. No other contact. I can erase my inquiry.”
“Did you moonlight as a hacker in your spare time?” I held her hand firmer, lacing our fingers together. “Why don’t we let Randall handle that?”
“You believe me, right?”
“I believe you.” I shifted to face her. “We’ve been monitoring the responses, and I hate to think you are on any of those people’s radar. No matter how protected you thought you were, someone always knows more. Once you’re associated with the Grants the target on your back gets bigger.”
“Daddy.” She leaned her forehead against my arm. “Why are you so loyal to the Grants?”
The question caught me off guard, but if I wanted her to open up, I had to do the same.
“They saved my life.” It was the simplest answer.
“I’ve known Kyler and Josh since high school.
I went to NYU with them, too, but I left after my first year to join the military.
They had gotten me into NYU with Kyler’s connections, and while I knew I could keep up, I wanted to forge my own path.
Felt like being Kyler Grant’s second-best friend would get me far in life, but how would I know if it was because of me or who I knew. ”
“I can understand that.” Kylie stopped fidgeting.
“I made it through the ranks, got my college degree while in the service, and became an officer. Went through specialized training and was a Raider. I spent the next four years doing specialized operations all over the world. I might still be there if my last op hadn’t gone horribly wrong.
Half my team got killed. The rest had severe injuries.
I shattered my leg and broke more bones in my ribs and arms. An injured teammate had to drag me through a jungle to our extraction point. He later died of internal injuries.
“I had a year of surgeries and rehab, and the only reason I wanted to get better was so I could go back to that place where most of my team’s blood flooded the ground.
I wanted to rest with them. They were the only family I had ever known.
Or so I thought.” I blinked away tears before they fell, surprising myself with how emotional the story still made me.
“Oh, Daddy. No.” She cupped my face and kissed my cheek. Tears pooled in her eyes. I pressed my forehead to hers until we both got our emotions under control.
“I had always stayed in touch with Kyler and Josh over the years. Sometimes we didn’t communicate for months, but whenever we were together, it was like old times. After getting hurt, I went silent on them.”
“But you got better.”
“I did, but it took a long time. While healing, I worked for a security firm, but the plan was always to go be with my brothers.” I closed my eyes. “Then Kyler and Josh showed up.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” She whispered.
“Physically I was fine, but they could still see it in me. The light was dim, almost out, but they knew what I needed: a purpose to keep going, even after not hearing from me for almost a year. They told me about their hotel in Budapest being a destination for some international sex trafficking ring and asked me to look into it. It was nowhere close to where I thought I’d end up, but one operation provided information on another, and I have been operating like that ever since. They gave me a mission.”
“What happens when the mission is over or the information stops coming?” She wiped tears from her cheeks. “I mean, I don’t think it could happen, but it could. Is that why you hired me? And if I wasn’t here, what would your next mission be?
“It’s a fair question.” I held out my hand, and she took it. “I think maybe that’s why the universe sent me you.”
She yanked her hand away. “I’m not a mission or a problem that needs solving.”
“No, I know.” I nodded. “And you’re not a placeholder or a distraction. It’s easy to dedicate yourself when the problem is so horrific. No one can blame you for your moral stance or drag you for dedicating yourself to it, except for the people who know you the most.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I want a life, Kylie.” I paused to gather my thoughts.
I was sharing my heart. “I want a little girl in my life, a special woman who understands my need for control and dominance and thrives under it. I don’t want someone to capture and consume; I want someone to offer me their submission as the gift that it is and then spend my life treating them in a way they never have to question why they gave it to me in the first place.
” I caressed her cheek. “I don’t want a new mission. I just want a life... with you.”
“Oh, Patrick.” Tears pooled in her eyes. “You are such a sweetie. I am sorry for all the mean things I thought about you before I got to know you.”
“What did you think of me when we first met?”
“Well, I don’t know what I thought.” She waved her hand over me. “But I didn’t think this.”
“Thank you.” I took a breath, laying it all on the line. “So, what do you say? Do you want to be my little girl?”