22. Chapter Twenty
CHAPTER TWENTY
SAMMI
“W here are we going?” Sammi asked as they continued down the road.
“To a small restaurant. You’ll love it, don’t worry.” Daddy took hold of her hand as he turned onto a street.
“What about the food?”
She knew that the more carb-dense a meal was, the more she was going to have to watch her blood sugar afterward. She still hadn’t got it under control, understanding how much insulin to take before she ate and how long before she ate she needed to take it. She hadn’t taken anything before this meal, and she was a little worried.
“I’ve made sure that this restaurant has food that you would be able to eat on short notice. Are we going to have to take some insulin? Probably a little, but we’re going to watch your blood sugar after. I promise. I won’t just give you food and then leave you high and dry to figure out the rest afterward. You are mine, and I’m going to take care of you.” Daddy pulled her hand to his mouth and gave it a little kiss.
Sammi relaxed against the seat. She should have known that Daddy would have looked into that before. He had done it so many times that it became normal now, and yet she still had to ask.
It was just the paranoia and uncertainty in her. She was still worried about her diabetes and how to manage it properly. She wanted to live, but she was constantly thinking about what she had to do and what she didn’t have to do.
It was getting exhausting, and she had to deal with this for the rest of her life.
Daddy pulled into a parking spot in front of a small restaurant she had never heard of before. Daddy let go of her hand, and she waited as he got out of the car and walked over to her side. Sammi couldn’t lie, every single time he opened a door for her, her heart raced and butterflies flipped in her stomach.
Daddy really cared for her, and she loved that about him. Her whole body froze as Daddy opened the door.
She loved him.
She really, truly loved him.
“What’s wrong?” Daddy asked, concern flashing across his face.
“Nothing.” She pasted a smile on her face.
She knew they already told each other they love each other but this was different. She felt it in her bones that she loved him. Would Daddy feel weird if she told him again that she loved him like it was the first time? Would she have to explain? When would the right moment be? Would he feel the same? There were so many questions she needed to think about before she told him again.
She figured once she told him she loved him he would want her to move into his house but he didn’t. He didn’t demand it. Though, he had already asked her several times to move in with him. She would move in with him in a heartbeat, but she knew it would be harder to go see Deccan for the payments, and she needed to get rid of that problem first. Maybe that should be when she told Daddy she truly loved him and that she wanted to move in with him.
Sadly, Sammi didn’t know how long that was going to take, but hopefully, it wasn’t too long. She didn’t want to wait much longer.
“You can tell me anything. I’m here for you.” Daddy quickly kissed her before helping her out of his truck.
He led them into the restaurant, giving his name to the hostess and leading her to the farthest corner where they could see everything. Then, Daddy let her in first before sliding in, his shoulder touching hers.
The waiter handed them menus and let them know she would be back soon to take drink orders. Sammi took one look at the menu before she put it down and looked at Daddy.
“Can you order for me?” she asked before she could think too much about it.
She already knew there were too many options, and she was going to get overwhelmed about what she could and couldn’t eat. Sammi knew she could eat everything on the menu, but she also knew some things were going to spike her blood sugar levels more than others. She didn’t want to think about it.
“I don’t want to think, so I’m handing it over to you if that’s okay with you,” she whispered, keeping eye contact with him.
She needed him to know that she was serious about him taking over. She knew that he had her best interest at heart, and she trusted him. Daddy was going to take good care of her. She just knew it.
“Of course, Little One. Then I’m going to need your phone to keep track of your blood sugar levels.” Daddy kissed her lips.
Without any hesitation, she grabbed her phone and handed it over. Daddy already knew the passcode. She had nothing to hide besides her texts with her brothers that were questionable. They never talked about the debt over text but sent cryptic messages when they needed to talk about it. Sammi wasn’t worried about Daddy looking at her texts.
The server came back, and Sammi zoned out, knowing Daddy would take care of everything. Once they had ordered, Daddy gave Sammi a smile, leaning down and capturing her lips with his. She followed his lead, opening her mouth as his tongue slid across her lips, wanting access.
“Excuse me.” Someone cleared their throat.
Sammi’s face flushed red as Daddy pulled away, widening his shoulders to block her being under anyone’s gaze. Her heart fluttered as she realized what he was doing.
“Are you the owner of the Little Farm?” a lady asked.
“I am. Is this urgent?” Daddy’s voice was huskier than usual.
“I just had a couple of questions about hosting an event there.”
“Ma’am, if you could email it to us, we’ll get back to you. Right now, I’m on a date with my fiancée. It’s one of the rare times we get to be together, away from work. So, if you could email us, that would be greatly appreciated. Our email is on our website, or you can use the contact form on there,” Daddy explained.
Sammi’s eyes went wide as he called her his fiancée. He loved the sound of it and wanted him to say it all the time even though they weren’t actually engaged.
The lady gasped. “Oh, I am so sorry. I will definitely email you. Congratulations!”
Daddy turned back to Sammi, who was still looking at him with huge eyes.
“Only I’m graced with looking at you all hot and bothered from being kissed,” he growled as he leaned closer.
“Fiancée?” she whispered, a shiver passing through her body from his words.
Daddy hummed and nodded. “Fiancée. Has a nice ring to it.”
Before either one of them could say anything else, the server came back with their drinks and food. She was still looking at Daddy as he cut up her food, making sure that it was the perfect temperature before she started to eat. She was in awe that he did that in public.
“I want you to eat at least half of this plate like a good girl,” he murmured, kissing her temple.
She smiled and picked up her fork, wishing that Daddy would just feed her, but maybe that was a little too much in public.
“What’s wrong?” Daddy asked, holding her chin with his thumb and pointer finger. “Don’t even think about lying to me.”
“I love that you cut up my food and made sure that it wasn’t too hot for me to eat. I really do, and I appreciate it, Daddy, but I also would like to be fed. I know that’s too much for being in public and all,” Sammi whispered.
“It’s not too much. If you want me to feed you, then I will. I need you to be a good girl and stay still though. Can you do that for me?” Daddy asked.
Her eyebrows pinched as she stared at Daddy. Why would she need to stay still for him? But Sammi found herself nodding. Daddy grabbed the fork from her hand, stabbed some food with it, and brought it up to her mouth. She took the bite and hummed in pleasure as the juicy steak burst in her mouth.
Her head snapped toward Daddy’s as she felt his other hand on her thigh, slowly trailing up. This is what he meant by keeping still.
“If this is a hard limit, let me know. No one is going to see us. The server knows only to come if I signal for her,” Daddy said quietly. “Is it one?” His hand trailed a little higher.
“Is it what?” Sammi breathlessly asked.
“Is this a hard limit? Do you want to do this?”
Her breath caught in her throat as Daddy moved his hand up just a little more. It was were distracting her from what he was asking, and she knew he was aware.
“Little One?” Daddy softly asked.
“No,” she whispered.
“No, what?”
“No, it’s not a hard limit. I don’t think it is.”
She wasn’t sure if it was or not. She had sucked him off in his office when Ezekiel came in. He knew where she was and what she was doing. Would this be any different?
“If at any point it becomes too much, you let me know or use your safe word,” Daddy reminded her.
Sammi nodded as his hand moved, cupping her. She gasped and closed her thighs, but a tsking noise from Daddy made her slowly open them. A spoonful of her food came into her vision, and she opened her mouth, chewing as the flavors burst on her tongue.
“Such a good girl,” Daddy praised. “My good girl.”
Daddy kept his hand cupping her as he continued to feed her. Every once in a while, his finger moved, making her gasp as tiny sparks of pleasure flittered through her body.
“Please,” she moaned, pushing her hips forward.
Everything in her wanted him to toss her over his shoulder and leave so he could have his way with her. She pleaded with him using her eyes, forgetting about the food that sat right in front of her. She didn’t want the food. She wanted him and only him right now.
“Please, Daddy. I need you inside me,” she begged, her voice no more than a whisper.
His finger continued to move against her covered pussy. Her hips were slowly rocking back and forth, begging. She needed more.
“And the food?” he asked, nipping on her ear.
“I don’t care about the food. I just want you inside of me. Please.” She was beyond begging now.
Pleasure was taking over her body, and she knew soon enough she wasn’t going to care if anybody heard her beg him. A whine escaped her lips as Daddy’s hand left her body.
“Please!”
Daddy grabbed his wallet, placing a wad of cash on the table before looking at her. “Stand up.”
Sammi scooted toward the end and rose. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, Daddy had her over his shoulder as he carried her through the restaurant. Giggles escaped her as his hand slapped her bottom
“Money’s on the table,” Daddy announced as they walked past their server. “Ready to go home?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
* * *
“Are you sure?” Gene asked as he took a step forward, his body completely naked.
Her eyes roamed over his chest, taking in the tattoos that covered his chest. There was a giant bear print on his pec, taking up most of it. Under his chest, he had a tattoo, ‘one life, one chance,’ before her eyes moved to his left arm where an eagle was in flight. Sammi could spend hours looking at and tracing his tattoos.
Her eyes roamed down toward his cock, and she stared. He was slowly pumping it with his hands, precum leaking out of the tip. She couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight. Maybe one day, he would let her watch him masturbate.
“Sammi, Are you sure?” he asked again, bringing her out of her thoughts.
“Yes, Gene, I am,” she replied, spreading her legs even further on the bed.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out as he waited. Anticipation was rolling through her body, and she wanted him to take charge.
“You’re going to take my cock like a good Little girl,” he growled as he aligned his dick at her entrance.
“Please,” she begged, wanting him to fill her up already.
“I want to fill this sweet pussy with my seed. Breed you until you beg me to stop. Fill you with my cum so you get pregnant,” he spoke as he pushed himself inside of her with one fluid motion.
A scream made its way up her throat and filled the room. She was full, so full, as he waited a couple of seconds for her to adjust to his size.
“Please, move,” she pleaded, locking eyes with him.
Gene pulled out before ramming back into her again. She clenched around his cock, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her body. He moved his fingers down, connecting with her clit and slowly moving in a circular motion.
With every thrust, pleasure built inside of her. Her hips bucked, trying to meet his thrusts. Gene relentlessly continued to fuck her, their moans filling the room as their arousal coursed through them.
“Sir,” she moaned as he plunged into her. “I need to come,” she begged, euphoria taking over her.
Her toes curled into the bed as he deepened his thrusts, making her clench around him.
“You wait for me,” he growled as he continued to pound into her.
His movements became more chaotic and fast. She gripped the bed sheet, trying to hold off until he told her she could go over the edge.
“Come for me,” he commanded as he pinched her clit and thrusted into her.
Sammi screamed as she let go, coming around his cock. Her walls tightened even more, sending him over the edge. Gene’s cum filled her as she came down from her release. He gently pulled out of her and got off the bed. She watched him go into the bathroom.
Daddy came back with a wash cloth in his hand. “Spread your legs, baby” He gave her a smile.
She did as she was told and made a soft moan as he started to clean her up. The warmth of the washcloth glided across her pussy.
“Good girl,” he praised her. “My good girl.”