Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
Blade
Nothing in the universe compares to the sheer bliss of finally fully claiming my Little girl. The sex is off the charts. Apparently, it really is that much better when it’s with your forever person.
I’m trembling when I finally ease out of her, and I love seeing my come slipping out in the wake of my cock. I rise onto my feet but continue to hold her thighs open so I can stare at her pussy.
“Fuck, that’s sexy, June. You have no idea how fucking hot it is to see your swollen pussy still quivering from your orgasm while my come runs out of you.” I’ve never had sex without a condom, so this is an added new experience for me.
Her cheeks are pink, but she’s smiling. When she lowers her gaze to my dick, she smiles broader. “You’re still hard, and that’s pretty sexy too, Daddy.”
“I’ll probably always be hard when I’m around you, Little one, especially now that my cock knows what it feels like to be inside the most perfect Little girl on Earth.”
I wish we could climb under the covers and snuggle for the entire day, but we can’t. I’m supposed to meet with my team. I haven’t told them exactly when I’ll be there, but they’re expecting me.
Reluctantly, I lean over, kiss my girl’s swollen clit, and release her. “Don’t move, honey. I’ll be right back with a washcloth to clean you up.”
I turn on the water in the bathroom as soon as I enter so it will get warm.
Once I have washed my dick, I wring out a washcloth for June and return to find her right where I left her.
Her hair is fanned out around her like an angel.
Her cheeks are still pink. Her green eyes are glassy from the lingering effects of our lovemaking.
She’s never looked prettier, and she’s mine.
I clean her up before helping her stand so I can put clean panties and a fresh dress on her. “Daddy needs to get some work done, Little one. Do you want to stay with me for a while? I’m going to take care of a few things in my home office first.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She leans into me as we leave the bedroom. Fuck, but I’d rather climb back in between the sheets with June. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end. I have this odd, prickling sensation that won’t let go of me.
A part of me tells me to turn off our phones, go back into the bedroom, lock the door, and make love to my girl for the rest of the day.
June is slightly off, too. She was fine during breakfast and beyond delighted when she found out about the waffles. It’s amazing how easy it is to please my Little girl. The simplest surprises make her jump for joy.
Toaster waffles? I mean, I knew she liked them.
She’s told me several times, but her pure, unadulterated joy was enough for me to decide I would let her have the nasty things every single day if she’s going to smile and giggle like that.
How bad can they really be? I’m not going to read the label and find out.
I doubt there are enough ingredients in them that are identifiable. They won’t kill her, though.
It’s as though something shifted between us while I was inside her. Our connection deepened. I hadn’t thought that was possible, but it did. I’m reluctant to let go of her.
As I sit at my desk, she’s clinging to me. She stands next to me, holding my arm, her head against my bicep. I offered to let her sit in my lap, but she shook her head and told me she just wanted to be close to me.
I rub her back. The air in the room crackles with something I don’t like. When I suggest she take some time to play in her nursery, she shakes her head. It’s mostly complete now. A haven for any Little girl. It’s filled with toys and games, puzzles and books, dolls and tiny clothes.
I learned that June didn’t have a lot of toys growing up. When her father was still around, he was too big of an ass to care about providing her with much of anything. And after he went to prison, there was never enough money for extras.
She had a few hand-me-downs, things her mom picked up at thrift stores, and she cherished those items, but the look on her face when she opened the first doll I bought her nearly brought me to my knees.
She cried. Sobbed. She squeezed that doll close while her body was wracked with gut-wrenching tears. All I could do was hold her. After that, it took some coaxing to get her to actually play with the doll. Change its clothes, pretend to feed it. Normal things a Little girl would do.
Eventually, June came around. She enjoys playing with her toys now, but it still makes my heart seize to watch her from the doorway. This morning, though, she’s uninterested, as though laughing and smiling are inappropriate.
I feel it, too, but it’s not something I can verbalize, and I don’t even know what the hell to call it.
Maybe we’re both still experiencing the intense intimacy at work between us, absorbing what it means, and processing how much we love each other. Neither of us has spoken that word out loud, but we should.
Finally, June grows bored of watching me work in my office. “I’m going to work on my lesson plans,” she tells me.
I wrap my arm around her middle, hold her against my side, and kiss her. “Good idea. Why don’t you do that in your office? I need to go down to the office and meet with my team for a while.” They’re waiting for me.
She sighs. “Okay.”
She hates it when I go downstairs. It’s not that she’s afraid to be alone, nor is she worried anything will happen to her. She’s totally safe in the apartment, and she knows it. What she doesn’t like is that when I go downstairs, I’m meeting with my men about her case.
She’s right. That’s the only reason I leave. If I need to deal with another case, I can do that right here in my home office. But when it comes to her ex and his movements, I do not like to involve her. Maybe I should, but I hate how nervous she gets every time we discuss the asshole.
I kiss her again. “You have your phone with you, right?”
She nods. “It’s on my desk.”
“You’ll call me if you need me?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She leans into me again, rubbing my chest.
“Even if you’re simply spooked, you call me, okay?” Hell, I’m a bit spooked, and I can’t even explain it.
“Yes, Sir.”
After one more kiss, I stand, take her hand, and lead her to her office. It’s also fully furnished now with everything she could possibly need for her job. She’s been doing pretty steady work. She’s even taken on a new client since she moved in.
I’ve probed to make sure she knows she doesn’t have to work if she doesn’t want to, but I won’t mention it again for two reasons. One, it’s obvious my girl loves her job. She’s so animated and excited when she teaches.
But the more important reason I won’t ask her to quit is that working gives her confidence and agency. She needs to know that she can take care of herself. It doesn’t matter that I have more than enough money, and it would be hers if anything happened to me.
That’s not the point. She spent her childhood with a mother who couldn’t take care of her properly. Then she married a man who ensured she, once again, couldn’t care for herself. He made her feel like she didn’t have options. He destroyed something in her that will take years to rebuild.
I hate what he did to her, but she’s strong.
She got out. She built a new life. That didn’t mean she wasn’t scared and always looking over her shoulder, but she was self-sufficient with her own job and apartment.
She could pay her bills. She didn’t have nice things, but she had the basics—food, heat, electricity, and a roof.
I never want a woman not to feel empowered, and working makes my girl feel good about herself, so I will always support her in that. Plus, I sometimes work long hours myself. I wouldn’t want her to grow bored waiting for me.
We’re in a honeymoon phase. When this threat to her is over, I fully intend to put a ring on her finger and formally make her mine in every way.
All the more reason to make sure Stark is out of the picture as soon as possible. She’s married to that asshole. One way or another, that shit needs to end. And frankly, I only see one way.
I shudder as I head down the stairs to the fifteenth floor. There’s a lot of crap I have not shared with June. She doesn’t need to know all the gritty details. I’m protecting her emotionally and making sure she sleeps at night.
When I step into the office, Rachell nods toward the hallway. “They’re in the conference room.”
“Thank you.” I take a breath and join my team. Four men have been working on this for me, and all of them are present. I’m so damn grateful they have taken protecting my girl so seriously. I would expect nothing less from them, but it’s still heartwarming.
Mace holds up his phone. I’ve had everything that comes in from June’s old phone forwarded to all four of these guys. It’s kept me from needing to carry her phone around night and day. I didn’t like the idea of her being with me when I had to check it.
“Another message?” I ask as I take my seat. We don’t need pleasantries between us. We’re tight. Mace taps the screen, and I stiffen as I hear Stark’s voice.
“Not sure what game you think you’re playing, June, but you can’t hide forever. I will find you.”
I close my eyes for a moment as I grit my teeth. The man has left six messages, one nearly every day. All of them are threatening, like this one. He’s careful about his threats; he doesn’t come right out and state that he intends to kill her or beat the shit out of her, but it’s in his tone.
The guy knows what he’s doing. That much is clear. He is very specific with his word choice. He doesn’t say anything that could be incriminating if she calls the police.
“When was that left?”
“Yesterday,” Mace says.
Tank leans forward, elbows on the table, expression grim and tight. “She’s not his first.”
I flinch. Though I shouldn’t be surprised.
Ghost sighs. “She’s also not his latest.”
My jaw tightens. Apparently, a lot of new information has been uncovered since we last met.