Daddy
I don’t care about her past. I only care about her future. And her future is me.
I want to pry, to find out why she ran away from home in the first place but telling me this story already has her drained. It can wait. “I’m sorry that happened to you, babygirl. But it doesn’t matter anymore. You have a daddy to take care of you and protect you.” I hate the idea of her dancing on that pole, all those lecherous eyes on her, fantasizing about touching her.
I want to kill every man that entered that club and set eyes on her.
And where the hell were her parents? If I ever have a kid…their every need will be met as long as I live. And if anyone ever took advantage of my daughter, well they’d be dead. I feel the same about protecting Reece.
I want to know why Sheffield had that key, why she needs it so badly, and why he didn’t want her to have it. I’m a patient man. I will get to the bottom of this, but I know the importance of timing. The truth can wait.
Besides, hasn’t my baby been through enough tonight? “Come here, sweetheart.” I hold my arm out to her.
She curls up against me. “So I guess our whole 'one night in exchange for the key' thing is over.”
“That’s right.” I kiss the top of her head. “You’re all mine now.”
“Mmm… that sounds nice.” She snuggles into my side.
I have the attendant bring blankets to cover her with. She’s tired. The confession of her past and the excitement of the day prove to be too much and she drifts off to sleep.
I wake her when we land, guiding her to the car. We take a towncar to the Mandarin Oriental hotel. I always stay in Hyde Park. I thought it was a fitting first place for a young lady to make her London debut.
My young lady is currently snoring.
She’s fallen back asleep. Her head is on my shoulder, her pretty pout is parted, a little puddle of drool forming on my thousand-dollar Italian suit. It’s fucking adorable.
“Wake up, babygirl. We’re here.” I rub her thigh over the blankets, waking her.
She makes a sweet little moaning sound. “Hmm?”
“We’re at the hotel.”
“We are?” She smiles, stretching her arms over her head. Finally, she opens her eyes and sees the hotel. “It’s beautiful.”
The 11-story high-rise building of Portland stone and red brick spans an entire city block. Lights illuminate the front, showing off the proud architecture against the night sky. Two policemen trot by, riding high on thoroughbred horses.
Her nose practically smooshes against the glass as she scoots closer to the window, taking it in all. Her gaze travels up to the top of the hotel. “We’re staying… here?”
“It’s my favorite place to stay when I’m in London. I wouldn’t take you anywhere else.” Little does she know that our room is on the top floor that her eyes are currently locked on. I point to the center room on the 11th floor. “That's ours, right there. The Penthouse Suite.”
Her hand slips into mine as we make our way through the lobby. There’s a chorus of “Welcome!” and, “Mr. Long, so good to see you again!” Staff stop us with almost every step, wishing us well, welcoming us, asking how our flight was. They hand us warm, damp towels to wash our face and hands with.
When Reece is done with hers, this time she knows what to do with it. She holds it out and the attendant reaches for it with gold tongs, taking it back from her.
“Thank you,” she says. Another staff member offers her a glass of red wine.
She goes to accept and I put my hand between her and the wine. “No thank you.”
Reece gives me a curious look.
“It’ll only add to your jetlag,” I say. "And I have plans I want you awake for."
A pretty flush rises in her cheeks. “So inappropriate.”
“You love it,” I say, discreetly smoothing my hand down her back to give her ass a squeeze.
The hotel manager rushes over. “Mr. Long! Such a welcome surprise. We were thrilled when we heard you’d be staying with us. We know you have your pick of hotels and it’s such a compliment when you choose us. Allow me.” He pushes the elevator up button, a simple task I’m more than capable of completing.
“Gosh, you’re like a celebrity here, aren’t you?” Reece giggles, and whispers to me as the elevator doors close. “They’re speaking English but I don’t understand what they’re saying.”
“I had the same experience my first trip over. Ashely made me watch bad British television until I could hold my own in a business meeting.”
She bristles at the mention of Ashely’s name. “Like, you watched it together?”
Why would Ashely and I watch tv together? Is she jealous?
“No,” I say. “She downloaded an app on my phone for when I was working out on the cardio equipment. Let’s make this clear now. I don’t cross that line with my employees.”
“Just with your stalkers?” she giggles.
“Yes. I only cross the line with my little kitten stalkers.” I stroke her soft hair, kissing her cheek.
The elevator doors open, revealing a long hall. The dark gray door to the penthouse waits for us at the end.
She floats down the hall, her hand in mine. I open the door and show her our suite. She's just as happy with the room as I’d hoped.
“Wow. This is beautiful.” There’s a massive king-sized bed covered in dove gray velvet blankets and pillows. A wall of windows spans the length of the hotel room, overlooking Hyde Park and the city. She walks over, looking through the glass. “This view! Is this even real?”
“It’s very real. And all yours to discover tomorrow. But tonight, you’re all mine.” I wrap my arms around her, ready to touch and taste and tease.
At first, she melts into my arms. Then her hands press against my chest. “Wait.”
My teeth are nipping at the lobe of her ear. I run my hands up the silky sides of her dress. The pad of my thumb runs underneath the curve of her breast. Moving upward I find her nipple peaked under the thin fabric of her clothing. I thumb the sensitive bud, sending a shiver through her body. “What?”
“I…um…I mean…are we going to…”
My hands glide down, cupping her ass, digging my fingers into her curves, squeezing. “Are you asking if I’m going to fuck you?”
Her wide eyes stare up at me. She purses those full lips of hers. I want them wrapped around my cock. “Yes, I guess I am.”
“The answer is yes.” I slip my finger between her ass cheeks, gliding it over the silky fabric of her dress, teasing her tight little bud over her clothing. “And one day, I’m going to fuck you in this pretty little ass of yours.”
Her knees go weak and she moans, leaning into me.
I stroke the pad of my thumb over her lips. “And I’ll take you here too.”
She gives a little gasp, feeling the size of my erection as I push against her. “Um…I don’t know if you’re going to fit…anywhere.”
“I’ll fit.” I grab her hand, pressing it over my bulge. “And you’ll take every inch of daddy, babygirl.”