Daddy’s Little Pet

RENEE

“Will you be free tonight?”

The makeup brush in my hand froze as I stared at Robert through the bedside mirror.

He was standing right behind me, dressing. It felt nostalgic that we were so close, preparing like a couple. It looked like we did this every day, and a wave of Deja vu went through me as I recalled that I did this with Dylan.

We prepared every morning and…

“Renee?” He called out again, this time leaning closer and placing a kiss on my naked shoulder. His lips made me shiver slightly.

“I… What did you ask?” I asked, dumbfounded and lost in my thoughts.

“I asked if you’d be free tonight. I want to see you.”

A blush crept up my cheeks, and my heart leaped as I realized he wanted to see me. Frankly speaking, I wanted to see him too.

Recalling our sexcapades-last night, this morning’s oral sex, and then the hot fucking in the bathroom-my sore thighs clenched while I blushed uncontrollably.

If not for me telling Nicole I was going to see her this morning, Lord knows I’d love to stay with him. But he has a business meeting to attend too.

Meeting his gaze in the mirror, I was tempted to ask him more about himself, but I reminded myself that this was just a small fling, and once I left for Orlando, he might forget all about me, or worse…

“Robert… I… I don’t know.” I muttered honestly.

His lips curved into a knowing smile, and I wondered what was going on in his mind.

“Calling me Robert feels weird. I find myself wanting you to call me Daddy, even when we’re not fucking.”

“Rob-” I drawled, dropping the brush as I whirled the seat around to face him.

Clutching the towel wrapped around my body tightly, I pouted my lips. Thinking briefly about what he’d asked me, I tried to find the courage to answer him. But the question caught me off guard.

“You’re asking if I’ll be free tonight. Will you be, though? What’s your schedule?”

He shrugged. “I don’t work on Saturdays. I have an important meeting with a colleague, but I’m usually here all day. It’s the weekend already, lest you’ve forgotten, and considering what we both did last night, we need to catch up on sleep.” He gave me a wink and added, “Besides, there’s one thing we can always look forward to during weekends.”

My heart skipped a beat as I realized what he meant, but I tried to play it cool. “Oh yeah? And what would that be?”

He leaned down and whispered against my ear, his voice breathless and inches away from my face. “Sex.”

Before I could react, the doorbell rang through the whole suite, and I raised my brows in confusion, wondering who it was at this time.

“Your clothes are probably here.” He said, noticing the look on my face.

“What clothes?” I asked, glancing at my dry swimwear spread on the bed, then back at him, but he was already striding from me to the door.

I stood up, taking a step to check what was going on. He attended to whoever was at the door, and turning to face me, I saw various designer-label bags of clothes in his hands.

“What is that?”

“I ordered you some clothes.” The amusement in his voice riled me.

“Wait, what? Did you get me clothes? Why? Is this some kind of payment for what happened last night? What do you-” I blurted out, infuriated.

“Calm down, baby girl.” He threw the bags on the bed and packed my woolen swimwear while I watched.

“Give that back,” I said, walking toward him with my hands outstretched. But he didn’t hand it over. “I don’t need your clothes. I… You fed me this morning, and that’s enough. I’m grateful for that, but….”

The meek yet proud woman inside me was coming out, and I suddenly felt shy.

“Baby girl…” He drawled, his voice husky and tingly as he added, “Don’t overthink this gesture. I got those clothes because I don’t want motherfuckers to see any part of your body.” He finished with a growl, his eyes darkening.

“What do you mean?” I asked, wrapping my arms around myself.

“I mean…” He took a step forward while I took another backward. “Your body belongs to me. No one is allowed to stare lustfully at it. It’s mine now.”

His arms came up as he moved closer, one hand reaching toward my waist while the other rested on the small of my back as he pulled me into him.

We paused for a moment after our eyes locked. His expression was blank yet somehow intense.

My heart beat faster, seeing he was so close now. It took everything I could not to look away. The way he looked down into my eyes… he seemed so calm, almost serene, despite his words and how overtly possessive and dangerous they were.

I was tempted to remind him that this was a fling and that we’d go our separate ways after a few days. I mean, I was on vacation.

A part of me wanted nothing more than to let myself be taken over by him. If I could stay here forever with him, then I would. For some reason, it felt right. It felt like what I deserved and needed after all I had been through.

I was looking into those shiny blue eyes, and I trembled slightly. His voice sounded sweet but not gentle. There was also an undertone that told me he meant what he’d just said, and it sent shivers down my spine, leaving butterflies dancing in my stomach.

I was his! He’d just said it. His masculine ego couldn’t take it if another man stared at my body. After everything we’d done, I understood the point he was coming from. Or did I?

The atmosphere was becoming tense. As much as I liked it, I wanted to avoid anything leading to us talking too deeply.

He still wrapped his arms around me, and we were close. So damn close! He was pushing me with his large body, and I had no idea how he finally got me against the wall. His raised arms trapped me as he towered over me.

“Daddy…” I mumbled, biting my lips, and I heard him hiss.

“Fuck! I should cancel this meeting and just stay and fuck you. My baby girl, my pet…” He spoke with an undertone, his fingers on my neck trailing on my half-naked body, a whimper escaping my lips.

“Daddy…” I called out again, closing my eyes as I let his breath wash over me. His fingers trailed down from my shoulders to my towel-clad breasts.

“Be ready tonight by eight. We’re going on a date.”

He disentangled my limp body from his arms, no longer trapping me. I hissed at the loss of his heat, opening my eyes.

He smirked, and I blushed embarrassingly.

“Funny how you were ready to argue because of the clothes, but I just touched you, and you’re quivering.”

His mockery made me feel gullible, and I tightened my towel over my bodice, saying nothing as I stared at the bags of clothes on the bed nearby.

“How did you know my size?”

“I’m quite imaginative, and I described you in great detail.” He answered with a wink, turning away from me and grabbing a suitcase I hadn’t seen earlier.

“Are you leaving me here?” I asked dumbfoundedly. He hummed without saying anything.

“Robert, talk to me. I don’t understand. I’m meeting you at eight? You don’t even know where I’m staying, but you want us to meet? I don’t even have your cell number, and you’re leaving me alone? Are you going to lock me in?”

“I have my ways, baby girl. There’s a note by the bed with my cell phone number. There’s another keycard for this room. You can leave when you’re done.”

“What?” I gasped, my eyes wandering to the bedside, and sure enough, there was a note and a spotless black card, just like he said.

“Why-”

He was already swiping his electric card at the door, and before I could finish my question, he said, “I’ve planned so many things for us, Renee. Don’t be thinking I’m done with you yet.”

The door clicked shut, and the last thing I saw was his shiny blue eyes gazing at me mysteriously. As for his lips they were still curved into a sneaky smile, and a chill ran down my spine.

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