Chapter 5 #2
"I know, baby. We're going to get you there. I'm going to be there. I'm going to play the good dad. And if that's what your dream is, I'm going to help make it come true."
"I am a little sore."
Shame, anger, and frustration clamp around my throat. "I know, baby. I should have thought that through better. That's on me. But from now until that audition it's all about making sure your body's healed, strong, and ready to go."
A small look of disappointment crosses her face. "Does that mean we're not going to—" A yawn swallows the end of the sentence. She can't finish, but I know exactly what she's asking.
"Baby, there's going to be plenty of time for more of that."
I pull her into my lap. Nothing's felt better than having her like this. Well — that's not entirely true. Tearing that cherry out from her sweet little cunt felt pretty fucking good. But this does as well.
"Come here, baby. Look." I tug my phone from the inside pocket of my jacket and pull up my personal shopper.
"We need to make a list of everything you're going to need here.
At least to get us through the next couple of days.
And then we're going to do some proper shopping.
Because this is your home now. You're going to pick out all the new furniture. "
"New furniture?" A little laugh puffs out of her swollen lips. "You just said this is all new furniture." She shrugs, turning her hands up.
"It is new. But it's not yours. It doesn't look like something you'd pick out."
She sighs, another yawn taking her. She needs sleep. A lot of this is going to have to wait until tomorrow.
"Alright, look." I hold up the phone. "They'll get you whatever you want and it'll be at the door within a couple hours."
"Rye, it's almost the middle of the night. How are they going to shop?"
"Don't worry about that. I have connections." I pause. "Your only job is to tell me what kind of shampoo you want, what snacks — although I might have to weigh in on that, because I already know you're going to pick celery and whatever those things are you drink."
"They're protein shakes," she giggles. "Low calorie."
"We're going to be talking about all that too. But for now, let's get you what you need." I put the phone in her hand. "Tap it. Check off whatever you need."
I'm shocked at how much I love watching her start tapping the little checkboxes next to the luxury items. Her eyes flick up to mine. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. And if you don't pick out enough things, I'm going to click them all. And then there's going to be a moving van backing up here in about two hours, and the whole house is going to be full of things you didn't want. So where are we going to be?"
"Okay, okay." She giggles against me, tugging her knees to her chest. She finishes her selections — shampoo, soap, some little juice drinks. I can't wait to unpack it all with her. But right now, I can see the exhaustion in her eyes.
"Alright, baby. Come on." I tuck her back against my chest, leaving my phone in her hands.
"Don't you want your phone back? What if someone calls?"
"I'm not taking any calls tonight. And I have nothing to hide from you.
You can look at my phone anytime you want.
" I start up the stairs. "And that's another thing — we're getting you a new phone tomorrow.
I want to know everything that's going on with you.
Everything. I'm your safe place, baby. If you can't tell it to me, we have a problem. "
Through the doors of my primary suite. I tug back the fluffy duvet, fresh white sheets waiting.
"Kneel here. I'm going to take this off you. That leather's gonna be rubbing on your skin and leave marks."
My heart flips in my chest as she lets out another little yawn.
I can't help but admire her as I unstrap the leather, working it off her arms first, pulling it from her creamy flesh, watching her tits sway as I lean her back, pull her legs up, and drag the strappy little outfit off her legs, leaving her naked in my bed.
That thought repeats in my head like a metronome.
She's naked in my bed.
Fuck. Her body's red.
Tiny little fingerprint sized bruises popping up here and there. There are a few pinch marks from my teeth as well.
I hate how much I love her marked with me. And that's not the only thing.
“Spread your legs, baby Let me see if you’re still holding all that good daddy cream inside for me.”
She bends her knees, spreading without question.
“God, that's beautiful.” I rake my hand down my face, my balls ready to off load inside her again right here, but I won’t.
She needs to heal. It’s bad enough I rearranged her insides, fucked her like a brute when I’m supposed to be acting like her dad and making sure her little ballet audition goes as well as expected.
But, seeing my cum is dried on her inner thighs…tinted a pink with the evidence that she is no longer untouched takes my breath away.
I’m a stoic by nature, but I’m damn near close to crying right now.
A shudder moves through me; my breathing picks up.
“Stay just like that.” I work my way into the primary suite bathroom, grabbing a fresh white hand towel, punching the instant hot water button on the sink, wetting it down then twisting out the excess water.
I return with it, ready to clean her up. She's perfectly still.
In perfect position.
Only, her eyes are closed. Little puffs of air moving in and out of her swollen lips. She's fucking asleep.
She fell asleep with her legs open for me. Never has there been such a good girl.
My good girl.
My erection returns to full length, throbbing and greedy for her.
My balls are lead weights between my legs.
I'm a motherfucker, but I'm going to take care of her and still take care of me.
I yank down my fly and battle the steel pole from the opening, raking my hand up and down, my hard on.
I replay our little scene back at the club. Sweat gathers on my brow as I pump up and down, up and down. Stepping to the side of the bed, letting my eyes travel from her tits to her little mouth down to her swollen, battered pussy.
Her voice echoes in my head calling me daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy while I unloaded all my seed right up inside her virgin pussy.
Other thoughts careen in my mind as I work my dick. Images of her here in my home. Wearing one of those fucking tutus with nothing else. Dancing around.
Her hair not in a bun this time. But in a couple pigtails as I grab them like handlebars and shove my cock down her throat loving the tears on her cheeks.
God, she's pretty when she cries with my cock in her mouth.
I imagine her hand between her legs as she sucks me off.
“Rub that sweet little button for daddy. I like to see you get off while you're sucking me.”
Three more pumps and I'm ready to blow. The vision in my head of my niece on her knees, taking my cock, her hand between her legs is too much.
So much wanting has been trapped inside of me for so long. The orgasm bursts from my balls. I grit my teeth to keep from roaring my pleasure and waking her up.
I spend all over her cute little tits. Spurt after spurt, landing on her nipples, her chest. Then I aim some towards her belly button, filling up that little hole, because all her holes are mine from now on.
How am I going to break this to my brother? I push the thought away. I’ll deal with that when the time is right.
When I'm done coming, I shove myself back in my pants, work her little body back up onto the pillows and rub my cum into her skin.
The cloth I brought to clean her up is cold. Fuck, I put myself in front of her needs.
I have to be careful about that. She makes me crazy. I stomp back to the bathroom, warm up the towel, come back, lay it on her beat-up little kitten then close her legs and put her on her side.
I cover her with the duvet, planting a kiss on her temple.
“Daddy loves you, baby. Daddy loves you so much.” I whisper, feeling every word in my chest.
With that, I turn and head towards my office. I have some business to take care of, things to make sure are in order so I can make all her dreams come true.
Sleeping next to her is almost better than fucking her.
So vulnerable. She nuzzled into my chest, threw her legs over mine, even rolled on top of me at one-point, dry humping my belly in her sleep.
It took every cell of my control not to lay her down and shove my dick back inside her as deep as it could go.
But I promised her. I promised myself. Her needs come before my needs.
Sometimes my wants will come before her wants, but that's a different thing entirely.
Laying here with her, I finally register the difference in our size. I'm six foot six. Haven't weighed myself in a while, but I know I'm twice her size. Twice plus. Shame knocks around in my chest.
I didn't sleep. I didn't want to miss a moment. But I've been laying here with her a good five hours now, the sun starting to peek through the blinds.
I have to do right by her.
Thoughts of my brother have flashed through my head all night.
As different as we are, we're still one and the same.
We fought battles together our whole lives.
Scottish brothers stick together. Scottish twin brothers…
the thought trails off. I wonder if this would be the thing that finally splits us apart.
I shake it off. There's too much to do.
I ease out of bed, tug on a pair of jeans from my drawer, and work my way downstairs to the kitchen. There are piles of boxes and bags inside the front door. My personal shopper has the door code. I heard the deliveries arrive when I was still in my office working during the night.
I came down just long enough to find a few things she might need in the bathroom and set them out for when she woke up before crawling in bed next to her. A little thrill moves through me thinking about the look on her face when she comes down and sees it all.
I also added a few things to the shopping list myself. Food. Real food. I didn't go so far as to think I could actually cook, so I had some pre-prepared meals put together. Hopefully I can follow the instructions and at least get them warm in the oven.
She stumbles down the stairs a few minutes later.
I look at her, pride flooding my chest. She's wearing my shirt from last night — the one with only one button left because I tore it open, the rest popped off somewhere.
She rubs her eyes with her little fists, and my cock comes straight to attention, already seeking that fresh little heaven between her legs.
"How you sleep, baby?" I step toward her.
The kitchen counter is littered with five of the breakfast options the shopper left in the refrigerator.
I think I turned the oven on, but honestly right now I don't even know.
Seeing her here in my shirt, sex-messed hair, cheeks pink from sleep — all is right with my world.
"We can get a different bed if that one wasn't comfortable for you. "
"The bed was fine, Daddy." She blinks slowly. "I don't remember anything after you told me to open my legs and then walked into the bathroom and—" She makes a sweeping motion over her face with her open hand. "Just black. That's it."
"You needed sleep."
A long, low groan rolls out of her belly. I reach down and press my hand against it, feeling the vibrations underneath.
"You fell asleep before I could feed you."
"I'm fine." She shakes her head. "My stomach always does that in the morning. I'm not hungry."
"Bullshit." I grit it out.
I haven't taken many beefs with her mother over the years. But this food thing is going to fucking stop right now.
I drag her over to the island, lift her up onto the edge, and shove my body between her legs, settling her arms up onto my shoulders as I grab her by the waist. My fingertips practically meet along the indent of her spine.
"You need food. You cannot be your best starved half to death.
" She opens her mouth and I pull one hand from her waist and clamp it over her lips.
"There are some things that are going to be non-negotiable.
Your health is non-negotiable. So, we're going to get you on fresh real food.
Fruit, vegetables, fish. I know you don't like meat.
I'll respect that. But I already have the best naturopath in the city lined up.
We have an appointment next week. Full panel of blood work.
We're going to find out what your nutrition levels actually are, get you on whatever supplements you need, and then we're going to follow their advice.
Your body is going to be healthy. You can dance, but you're not going to dance yourself into the ground. "
I release her mouth and she exhales and I take whatever protest she was mounting with my mouth.
She tastes like cinnamon. She must have found the items in the toiletry items I set out for her.
I can’t deny the satisfaction that providing for her brings me. Over the years, I’ve bought things for her. Taken her shopping, bought her the car on her sixteenth birthday.
I took some shit for that one from Scotch. He and I are the same, but managing money has never been one of his strong suits. I’ve helped him out over the years. What’s mine is his, but he didn’t have the chops at the time to get her a car so I said I’d help.
He gave me a few grand he had and I guess he expected me to get her some beater but when I showed up with a black Mercedes S580 with a pink bow on the top, I guess it hit him in the pride nuts a little bit.
Too fucking bad. Man up. It was about Elodie, not him. He got over it. In his heart, she’s the most important thing to him as well.
Another thing we have in common.
I work her little mouth with mine. Kissing is something I never enjoyed before. I don’t remember kissing a woman since I was probably twenty. I’d fuck. Do other things, but kissing…it was personal.
But, with Elodie?
Fuck, I’m like a teenager in the backseat of the car parked at make-out ridge. I could kiss her for hours. Days. A lifetime.
When I finally pull back, she gasps. “Wow.” Her eyes unfocused. “I’ve never really kissed before. I like it. I want to do that a lot.”
I chuckle, an unfamiliar sensation flipping around in my belly knowing she liked it as much as me. “Me too baby. Me. too.”
She helps me with the cooking because, I’m helpless when it comes to that.
I feed her sitting on my lap, another joy that has already taken root inside me. She waves me off after about a half a portion and I don’t push.
“Two more bites.” I say, “Then you can be done.”
She mounts a small protest but in the end, I win.
Daddy always wins.