54. Ryker
54
Ryker
I t’s been a minute since I got in Axel's face and threatened Bella's mother. Thankfully, Christine seems to have taken my not so subtle hints, because I’ve heard nothing about any new incidents.
Axel and I have been talking more, and I almost feel bad for giving him so much shit. In fairness, he is also a product of his mother’s abuse, he’s just handled it differently. Where Bella is co-dependent, Axel is distant and cold. She’s sucked in by her mother’s narcissism and guilt trips and he’s insistent on walking the opposite direction of wherever Christine happens to be. His distance hurts not only their mother, but his sister too. Although, I can’t say I blame him. Some days–scratch that–most days I wish she’d be more like him. She's kind and loving, but that doesn't mean people get a free pass to walk all over them and treat them like shit.
She had a busy shift last night, so I let her sleep in, but I couldn’t stave off the restlessness warring throughout my body. I’m in my usual spot, sipping coffee and catching up on current events on my phone, when I hear the distinct sound of her bare feet shuffling down the hall.
“Daddy,” she whines, causing me to peer up at her over the rim of my mug. She’s wearing one of my old college t-shirts that barely covers her thick ass and my dick twitches to life at the sight.
“Good morning, my sweet girl.”
She doesn’t stop moving until she’s reached me to push her way onto my lap. Grabbing my phone and setting it on the coffee table, she takes my coffee for herself.
“Blech. Black coffee. That’s nasty. How do you drink that?”
“With my mouth,” I grin as she side-eyes me. “How did you sleep?”
“Would’ve slept better if you were still laying next to me.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, wrapping my arms around her tightly, pulling her closer to my body so her ass presses right on my now aching cock. “I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a run. I showered when I got back, then made coffee. You didn’t even budge. Clearly, you needed the rest.”
“I needed you more.”
“I know baby,” I agree, giving her ass a quick pinch. “You should eat, you’ll need your energy for later.”
She won't be ready for what I have planned, but she doesn’t need to know that. I told her we'd do this the next time we went to Gravity, not for work and I've intentionally not done anything with her there since. She’s had plenty of time to get away with almost anything. Tonight, she’ll pay up.
“What’s happening tonight?”
“Remember that deal we made?” I raise a brow.
“Shit, is it time already?”
“It's been weeks,” I chuckle. “I picked out your clothes for tonight. They’re hanging in the closet. You’ll have some extra rules as well.”
“Such as?”
Nudging her to move, I stand and move to the kitchen to make her the cup of coffee I know she’s not going to make for herself.
“Rule One: No eye contact unless I give you explicit permission, with me or anyone else.
Rule Two: No speaking unless you’re spoken to and I’ve given you permission.”
Once I’ve poured the excessive amount of sugar and cream in her coffee, I slide the mug to her with an unspoken order to drink it.
“O-okay. I mean, yes, Daddy.” I can hear the uncertainty in her voice and she’s fidgeting with the hem of the t-shirt. Her eyes tell me she’s intrigued. Good.
“Rule Three: You’ll address me as Sir, tonight. I love being Daddy, but I can assure you… what I’ll do to you, will be anything but Daddy - like .”
She nods quickly in agreement.
My good girl.
“Lastly, Rule Four: No coming without permission, but you should be used to that one by now.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth at that last one. Edging her has become one of my favorite pastimes, and the heated blush she’s sporting, tells me she loves it just as much.
“Good girl. Now eat.”