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Vito
UNDER MY HANDS, I FEEL her muscles quivering. Her body is tense, but I need one more.
“Give me what I want,” I growl, my thumb pressing and flicking over her clit as her face twists in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her pussy is bare except for a small patch of blond curls, and I love everything about her.
Her hands flap and try to push me away, but I answer her actions with my teeth on her inner thigh.
She winces in response but cums at the same time, and the orgasm has her eyes rolling back and her body slack and spent. She whimpers out "Daddy," and I bring my head lower to kiss her softly between her legs. I lick her in long, slow strokes until her muscles soften and her breathing steadies.
It’s not easy, but I tear my mouth away and stand, sitting down next to her on the bed and pulling her over into me as I lean against the pillows.
“All done, babygirl. You’ve pleased Daddy. Such a dirty girl, making Daddy want to eat this pussy and make you cum. This pussy is mine now, you understand? It doesn’t belong to you any longer. It’s given itself to me. Just like you will.”
Her glazed eyes open, looking up at me, lips plump and face pink, and the devotion I see there makes my heart race.
She reaches down between us and presses a hand against the length of my cock as it sticks out from my zipper.
I kiss the side of her head. “Not now, princess. In time, I will give you all of me, like you will give me all of you. But I’m a patient man. Today I will show you more about me. I want to show you some things in my life.”
I listen to her slow, even breathing as I graze my hand up and down her back.
As I breathe in her sweet scent, her hand comes up and presses onto my jaw. “I have so many questions.”
“And I will answer them all in time. Right now, we need to get ready to go. I will pick out your clothes.”
I shift and lift her easily onto the bed beside me, her legs tucked beneath her as I stand and walk to the opening in the wall where her clothes hang. On my way, I manage to get my cock back inside my trousers, practically breaking it in half in the process.
I pull the hangers one at a time, examining the clothes, and anger is building as I do. Esme deserves so much more. Her clothes are few, worn and tired. I make a mental note to be sure to remedy this for her as soon as possible.
She’s a princess and deserves to have all the things a princess would have.
I pick out a light-yellow dress and look to the floor of the closet to see only two pair of shoes. I grab the faded blue sandals and take the items over to the bed, where she’s watching me with confusion in her eyes.
She opens her mouth to say something, then swallows and takes my extended hand. I lift her to her feet, leaning down to kiss her ear lobe and whisper, “You are my beautiful babygirl. I will take care of you in ways you couldn’t imagine. Now, arms up.”
I unzip the dress and remove it from the hanger, draping it gently over her head and onto her soft body.
“What about panties? Or a bra?”
I shake my head. “Not today, princess. From now on, I decide. And today, you don’t need either. I want to know that when I want to touch you again, this pussy is right here, ripe and waiting for me.”
From there, I kneel down, kissing the top of each of her feet before slipping them into the sandals and working the tiny buckles into place.
When I stand, her eyes are wide and searching my face. I wrap my arms around her waist.
“Where is your hairbrush, Bambina?”
She nips at her bottom lip. “On the counter in the bathroom.” She points, and I drop my embrace and take her tiny hand in mine, pulling her behind me.
I can reach through the bathroom and get the brush without letting her go. There’s barely enough room for the tub, sink, and commode, but it’s sparkling clean and well organized.
“Come, sit on my lap.”
I guide us back through the bedroom and out to the sofa and sit down, and she sits on my legs, her back to me as I bring the brush up and begin to draw it through the still-damp silk of her blonde hair.
She sighs and leans her head back. “That feels so good,” she says softly, her hands coming down to hold onto the outsides of my thighs.
“You deserve to feel good. Do you know that?” She stills, and I keep brushing, giving her a moment, but she remains silent. “I need you to answer when I ask you a question.” My voice deepens.
Her voice is a whisper. “I don’t know what I deserve sometimes.”
My heart sinks, wondering what her life has been like that she doesn’t understand her value.
“I want you to know you deserve so much more. And I’m going to give it to you. Would you like that, babygirl? Daddy wants to give you everything.”
She nods.
“The proper answer is, Yes, Daddy. I want you to answer me like a good girl.”
After a moment of hesitation, her voice is soft. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl.” I set the brush down on the sofa and lift her, turn her around to face me. “My sweet, pretty girl. Let’s go. I have so much I want to show you.”
As I stand, I extend my hand, and she slips her tiny fingers between mine. On our way to the door, I pick up her purse. “Your keys are inside?”
She nods. “Yes.” I give her a stern look, and she tries again. “Yes, Daddy.”
I slip the bag over my shoulder, listening to her giggle.
“Not sure it goes with your outfit.” She smiles at me, and I look down at the purse on my shoulder, then back at her.
“If it’s part of you, then it’s part of me.” I shift my shoulders back and forth. “Besides, I think it looks good.”
We step out into the hallway, locking her door behind, and make our way downstairs and out to my Mercedes, where I open the door then buckle her in.
When she’s secure, and I’ve climbed in beside her, I lean in, kiss her just below her ear and give her the instructions. “While I drive, your skirt is up, and I want your fingers playing in your pussy. Don’t stop until I tell you to stop, do you understand?”
She blinks and hesitates, then answers, “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“Good girl.”
She does as I ask the entire drive to my house, and my cock is raging hard and throbbing when we reach my driveway and I punch in the code for the gate to open.
As it swings, I reach over and pull her hand from between her legs, the shimmering juices there glistening in the sun. I bring her fingers to my mouth, feeding the unrelenting hunger I have for her taste.
I moan while driving the car forward, licking each finger clean, then holding her hand as I park in front and turn off the ignition.
When I look over, she is staring out the window, her red lips open. There are vans and work trucks along the other driveway, and that’s only one reason she is here.
“Do you like it?” I ask, and she slowly turns her head so her eyes meet mine.
“Like it?” She laughs. “Is it real? Pinch me. I think I’m dreaming. Who are you?”
“I’m just a man. But I’m a man who now knows what he wants. And I want you.”
I kiss the back of her hand then exit the vehicle, coming around to help her out and guide her by the waist up the steps and into the house. As soon as we step inside, the sounds of the work going on are all around, and the foreman on the job steps out into the hall to greet us.
“Glad you are here; we need to make some decisions.” He extends his hand, which I take and give him a firm shake. When his eyes drift to Esme and I see them flick up and down her body, heat cascades through me and I want to slam him into the wall.
“This is Esme, and she’s here to help me make those decisions.”
He smiles at her, and my rage increases. “Hi there.” He throws the words at her casually, as though he’s entitled to flirt with her. “Didn’t know you had a daughter.” He licks his lips and my hands ball into fists at my sides.
“Esme.” I turn to her, and she looks at me with wide eyes. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back. I need to have a moment,” I growl at the foreman and nod toward the closed door of my office, then walk over and punch in the keycode, expecting him to follow.
As soon as we’re inside, I turn around and slam the door closed.
“Everything okay?” The foreman seems amused.
But I am not.
“No, everything is not fucking okay. You’re going to listen, and then you are going to tell every person on this job what I’m about to tell you. I don’t want anyone’s eyes on her. If anyone needs to speak to her, they'd better show some goddamn respect. Or else they are going to deal with me—and they don’t want to deal with me. Simple. We clear?”
“Yes, sir,” he answers, his jaw muscles going tight. “I’ll spread the word.”
“Good. I’ll be watching.”
We exit the office, and his eyes are on the floor as he slinks down the hall.
“You’re having a lot of work done.” Esme looks at me, and my pulse races at the thought of having her here with me.
“Yes. And I need you to help me make some decisions. I want your opinion. I want you to like the work. I want you to help pick out all the new fixtures and furniture. Paint colors, pillows, everything.”
She looks at me with confusion. “But why?”
“Because it’s what I want. You said you like to decorate.”
She snorts. “For dollhouses and dorm rooms, not this. Vito, this is too much, what if I get it wrong?”
I shake my head and take her arm. “I trust you. I know you’ll get it right. And besides, you can’t possibly make a mistake because...” I fall silent, afraid if I tell her she’s going to be living here, and that whatever she decides will be as much for her as it is for me, I might scare her away.
Instead, I simply smile and place a kiss on her cheek. “They are working on the first floor now. Then, in a couple of weeks when they are done down here, we will work on upstairs.”