Daddy
There’s so much more to Reece’s story. She left my mind churning, questions keep coming like waves. I’m wondering what really happened to her father, how he died, and why he chose me, of all people, to give his key to. What the hell could be in that cabinet? And why am I involved?
I barely knew the man.
I have people who can investigate. Same as having Ashely purchase the items I want for Reece, I can have my guy dig up every piece of information there is on her father, but this feels personal. This time, I don’t want anyone else knowing my business before I do. Reece is mine and that means any sensitive information pertaining to my babygirl goes through me.
Our impromptu London trip will be the perfect time and place to interrogate her. All good daddies know how to extract information from their babygirls. I want to tease her, torture her, touch every inch of her beautiful body until she gives me what I want. Her sweet release, and the truth. Just thinking about how I can delay her pleasure, drawing information from her, makes my cock harden.
I think of the way her body felt over my thighs, her skin under my fingers as I smoothed my hand over her bare ass. The way she fit so perfectly in my arms as she sat on my lap, nuzzling her face against my neck. She’s going to be all mine, sleeping in my bed, waking in my arms. It’s going to be an incredible trip. It may end up being the best of my life.
I’ll take care of everything. I’m settled in my home office, surrounded by the richness of mahogany and the smell of the Black Dragon cigar I recently enjoyed, a pleasure reserved for only a few times a year when my mind is whirring.
Needless to say, Reece Bright has me… distracted.
Today is Saturday. She’s welcome to go about her day pondering, questioning, and debating with herself if she should go with me. I’ll allow her that freedom.
Then, I’ll be picking her up at six o’clock sharp.
The jet is on standby.
We’ll have dinner and champagne and I’ll feed her strawberries dipped in fresh cream. I’ll let her taste the finest things in life. Then, I’ll taste her. She smells so sweet, the scent of her pussy lingers on my fingers, driving me to distraction. I’ll make her come, then, I’ll do… other things to her.
Things I’ve been dreaming of and planning for weeks.
Naughty girl…
First things first. Her work. I don’t want my baby feeling a bit of stress and she takes her job seriously. She’s a responsible employee. Hasn’t missed a day. She’s never even called in sick with a hangover, something girls her age tend to do. I don’t want her to lose any respect or get in trouble with work.
We’ll save all the getting into trouble for when she’s with daddy.
I call her boss, Ms. Greene. She picks up on the first ring. “Hello?”
I put on my smoothest voice. “Ms. Greene?”
Her voice brightens at the sound of mine. “This is she.”
“My name is Bryant Long,” I add a slow smile to my words. “CEO of Long Line Tech?”
Everyone, and I mean everyone, has heard of us. If you haven’t, you’ve been living in a cave.
Ms. Greene has certainly heard of us, judging by the excitement in her voice. “Oh! Mr. Long! I know who you are. Your company funds our reading program every summer. The one that donates tablet readers to economically challenged kids? And subsidizes their families’ Wi-Fi?”
I’m drawing a blank. I donate a lot of money. Millions. The venture she mentions does sound like something my assistant Ashely would sign us up for. Her heart’s as gold as the highlights in her blonde hair.
I’m a more of a grinch.
I clear my throat. “Ah, yes. Well, the youth, they are our future, aren’t they, Ms. Greene?”
“Oh, I couldn’t agree more.” Her voice goes syrupy sweet. Ms. Greene must be single. I can practically see her fanning herself now. “And weren’t you voted the city’s most eligible bachelor last year?”
Was I? I might remember Ashely mentioning something like that to me. “I’ve been told that, yes. Though I don’t put much stock in fake awards. I’m more interested in earned ones, such as the award one of your young teachers won. Reece Bright.”
“Reece? Well, I’m not surprised. She’s one of our most dedicated teachers. What did she win?”
“As you’ve said, the Long company is very invested in our future. We’ve chosen one young teacher to take to London for a few days to broaden the worldview of the children when she returns to the classroom. Reece will experience a first-class tour of the city and learn history and culture firsthand that she will share in the classroom when she returns.”
“This is exciting,” she says. “What’s the program called?”
Shit.
What is the program called?
Daddy tours of London? Daddy’s good girl gets spoiled overseas? I’ve been a bad girl, teach me a lesson?
“Teach me the world,” I say.
“What a marvelous opportunity for young Reece.” Her tone softens. “You know she lost her father not long ago. They weren’t super close but it left her with no family to speak of in this world. And then there was that matter of her and that boyfriend…Jake the Snake, we call him. If anyone could use a trip to London, it’s her.”
“Yes. She’s a very special girl.” My special girl. “So you’re okay with her missing a week of work? It’s such short notice, I’ve got interns I can send in if you’re shorthanded.”
“No, no. My nephew’s been substituting for us. The board approved him—I wouldn’t want to get tangled in a nepotism web, but he’s wonderful and the parents and students love him. We’ll be fine. You just tell Reece to enjoy herself.”
“Thank you, Ms. Greene.” I drop my tone an octave. “It’s been lovely speaking with you. Have a wonderful evening.”
“You too…Mr. Long,” she croons.
My next call is to Ashely. Ashely is my everything in the business world. She does all my scheduling, planning, prepping, she basically keeps my head on my shoulders and my entire work life organized. She’s a gorgeous girl, but I’d never cross that line with one of my employees. Though I get the feeling if I gave her so much as a wink, she’d be eager to test the waters.
“Hello, Mr. Long! How can I help you?” Her chipper what can I do for you lilt instantly calms me. It’s one of the reasons I hired her.
“Ashely, I need a favor.”
Before she even knows what I’m going to say, she shoots back an eager, “I’m on it.”
Ten minutes later, armed with Reece’s clothing and shoe sizes (checked by me when I was in her apartment yesterday) as well as the color and style of clothing I require, she’s tackling my requests.
She’ll take care of everything and have it all to Reece’s apartment in a matter of a few hours. I can’t wait to see Reece in the clothing we’re purchasing. I couldn’t manage without Ashely and I make sure her paycheck reflects that fact.
Before we hang up, I add one more thing to the list. “Ashely. Stop by my place on your way to Reece’s apartment. I have a note I need you to deliver to her.”
“No problem, sir. Anything you need.”
“Thanks.”
We hang up. I draw a small white business card size of creamy card stock from my desk drawer. I grab my favorite pen and scrawl my message across the paper. The message is short. Only six little words, but they will turn her entire world upside down. She has no idea what’s coming. She has no idea what I know.
I give a moment for the ink to dry, reading what I’ve written. There’s a knock on the door. That’ll be Ashely.
My houseman gives me a quick nod. “Sir, Miss Ashely is here for you.”
“Send her in,” I say.
Ashely quickly goes through each item she’s purchased. Another great thing about her—she values my time. The items are perfect, exactly what I imagined for Reece. That’s how it always is with Ashely. I ask, she delivers. Every time.
She holds out her manicured fingers to me. “And the note you’d like me to deliver?” she asks, eyeing the crisp white envelope on my desk.
I’d almost forgotten. A smile curls at the corner of my mouth. I can’t wait for Reece to read it.
“Ah, yes.” I hand her the note.
My babygirl is in for quite a shock.