Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“She’s good.” I don’t try to hold back the silly grin that covers my face.
He smiles back with approval and I nearly come from the simple look on his face.
“Sit in the chair.” He orders, his voice returning to the deeper baritone. “Place one leg over each arm and show me that pussy. Are you wet?”
Trembling, I do as he instructs, then in a squeak of an answer I reply, “I think so, Daddy.” I reach up and pull off my glasses, setting them on the table next to where I’m seated.
“You think so? Hmmm, Babybear, Daddy wants to know for sure. Looking at that cunt you’re showing me, I’d say yes. But we need to be sure. Take two fingers and spread that tight little hole that belongs to me and tell me for sure. Answer me clearly this time. Are you wet? You know I do not like to ask the same question twice, baby.”
My stomach flips and I swallow hard as my body answers the question with a surge of arousal before my two fingers dip into my slit, hot and slippery at his words.
On a shaky breath I answer breathlessly, “Yes, very wet, Daddybear.”
Glancing at his face, I remember how doubtful I was when he first approached me, doubtful that a man like this could be interested in a girl like me.
I’m more fade-into-the-background than strut-the-runway type. I mean, I cut my own hair and Daddy tells me how he likes my crooked bangs and my glasses.
That’s why it always amazed me that my family thought I could win pageants. I guess it was wishful thinking, combined with the crazy diets and cosmetic procedures they thought would fix the unfixable. I wore contacts for years with them, but when I left I decided I liked my glasses.
Besides, contacts cost money and that wasn’t something that was in abundance any longer, so glasses it was.
Stas isn’t that slick, downtown typical playboy type, but he’s got that thing. He’s a man in every sense of the word, he gives zero fucks what anyone thinks about him. I like to think I’ve got a pretty good head on my shoulders and I’ve never been seduced by a boy or man before. But him…
If I am honest, I fell under his spell that day in the checkout line when I’d looked back, so embarrassed, and saw something flicker in his eyes. Something that said to me, “It will be okay. I’m here”.
Even though I fought it hard and did everything in my power to throw up road blocks and build stone walls around my heart, this rugged Russian in handmade suits destroyed every one of those obstacles and has barely let my feet touch the ground since.
“Goodgirl. I like you wet. Now take those two fingers and circle your clit. Don’t touch it, just slowly go around and around while I watch.” He licks his bottom lip on a pause and I curl my toes as they hang on the outside of the chair arms.
Then he continues. “And for the record, my cock is hard but more than that, my heart is full looking at your beautiful face. You know, even when I close my eyes, I see you. I’ve memorized you so you are with me always. But this is better. In person is best, but this helps me. I need this. I hate being away, I hate it.”
“Me too.” I look in the background of where he’s sitting. He’s supposed to be on an airplane, so I sure hope no one else is around. Stas isn’t one to share me in any inappropriate way, so I try not to worry, but I can’t relax entirely until I know. “Daddy? There’s no one else that can see me or hear us, right?”
“No, baby.” He smiles. “You know what’s mine is mine and I would never share this part of our life with anyone. We had to land the plane to fix a mechanical problem. Just a problem with a gauge, nothing serious, so I wanted to call you. I’m in a private section of the plane, there’s a door separating the main seating area from this one. I’ll go back out when we’re done, but for now you’re safe. Everything is private, sweet girl.”
“Thank you, Daddybear.” I add, the last bit of nerves flowing out of me as I touch myself and enjoy the way his eyes are trained on me.
“You stay safe for me while I’m gone, Babybear. I worry about you every moment.” His voice stalls before I watch his hand grip his mouth then slide down to his chin.
That’s one of the many things that made me fall in love with him. His need to keep me safe. I’ve never really felt safe in my life, I’d just learned to make do. Even with my own parents, I was a means to an end. Putting me in harm’s way was never a second thought for them.