Intense Daddy

by Bailey Rock

  It’s almost too good to be true.

  Almost.

  I climb into the plane and sit down next to Jenny, who’s already strapped herself into a seat. She looks nervous, like she’s planning on going to the moon or something, not just to Mexico.

  I comment on this and she laughs. “I’ve never flown before, Daddy, so I wanted to be prepared.”

  “You know,” I tell her, “you don’t have to be strapped in if you don’t want to be. It’s my plane and once we get into the air you can walk around or even stretch out on the sofa and take a nap. Of course, there’s other things that we can do, as well.”

  She grins at me and I think back to the way her hand looked wrapped around my dick. She’s going to join the mile high club.

  As soon as I have that thought, though, it’s replaced when I see how pale she looks. We start taxiing down the runway and she looks positively sick.

  No fun hanky panky in the air for me.

  Her eyes are wide as we pick up speed.

  “You okay?” She doesn’t look good.

  She nods, but looks unconvinced.

  “Come here.” She leans against me and lets me wrap my arms around her. I feel a strong sense of protectiveness that I didn’t know I could have for another person. I don’t want her to feel sick. It’s important to me that she enjoy this trip as much as possible.

  “Is it a long flight?”

  “Not at all. In fact, we’ll be there before you know it.”

  She must be tired, because I’m surprised to see that after I tell her that, she closes her eyes and goes to sleep.

  Chapter 13

  Penny

  When I wake up, not only do I no longer want to puke, which is an amazing feeling, but we’re in Mexico. It’s the bumping of the plane as it lands on the strip that wakes me up, making my head bump gently against Christopher’s shoulder.

  I sit up quickly and am about to fall off of the seat except he has his arms around me and pulls me close to him, keeping me safe.

  Keeping me safe.

  Never in my life did I think that I’d have someone who cared enough about me to keep me safe. It’s always been just me.

  Even though my relationship with Christopher is less than traditional, there’s something there.

  He feels something for me, I know it. Otherwise, why would he have brought me to Mexico?

  I’m thinking about this when the plane slows to a stop and he lets me go, standing and helping pull me to my feet. “You ready to see Mexico? I have a string of meetings to deal with first, but as soon as I’m done with everything, it’s just you and me.”

  “You and me?” I know I sound like an echo, but I don’t really care. I’m still not totally sure what my role is in all of this and I would like it if he would spell it out a little better.

  “I thought we’d sneak back to our hotel, maybe hit the beach. Maybe hit the bed?”

  He winks, and although I feel a thrill run through my body when I think about spending some time alone with him, I’m also a little disappointed.

  Sure, I can’t wait to feel his hands on me…in me.

  But part of me wants more.

  It’s stupid, really, especially when I don’t even really know what this relationship is supposed to be yet. Especially when I know that he loves it when I call him Daddy, but could easily find another person to do that for me.

  “Of course, sounds good.” I smile at him and I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t notice that I’m worried.

  He’s too busy thinking about his company.

  “Great. Let’s go. I have someone who will take all of our stuff to the hotel, but you and I will go straight to work.” He raises his eyebrows and looks me up and down.

  We don’t match. Nothing about the two of us makes us look like we should be together in any way.

  Not only is he older and gorgeous, but he’s dressed to kill while I look exactly like what I am – an older college student who cares more about grades than about fashion.

  “On second thought, why don’t you go enjoy yourself? You can go shopping or grab a bite to eat. I should only be in meetings for a few hours, and I bet that you can entertain yourself for a while, right?” He looks confident in his decision, and I nod.

  “Whatever you say, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. Here.” He hands me a stack of money and we walk out of the plane into hot and bright sun. “I’ll call us both a taxi and when I’m done, I’ll come find you in the shops. They shouldn’t be too busy today, so it won’t be a problem.”

  I’m nervous, especially when he kisses me and helps me into one taxi before getting into another, but I refuse to let him see that I’m worried.

  I can do this. It’s just Mexico, by myself, but with tons of money. What’s the absolute worst that could happen?

  At least it will give me some time to find some clothes that I know he’ll appreciate. My jeans and top my look fine on a college campus, but I’ll look like a fool if I wear this anywhere near a beach.

  Bikini shopping it is.

  While I’m out, I may as well get a dress in case we decide to go out to celebrate.

  Feeling considerably cheered, even though I have no idea how much stuff costs or how much money I have, I look out the window and try to enjoy the scenery.

  It really is a beautiful country, and everyone looks so happy. Now if only I had someone who wanted to explore it with me, I’d be happy.

  Christopher

  Jenny looks nervous when she gets into her taxi by herself, but to her credit, she doesn’t complain. I like that about her. the last thing I want is a girl who is afraid all of the time and too scared to try anything new.

  I know that this is out of Jenny’s comfort zone, which is part of the reason why I wanted to bring her. I wanted her to see that life is more than the small town where we live and that I can give her anything she needs, as long as she continues to play by the rules and calls me Daddy.

  As long as she does everything I want her to, without question.

  As long as she’s willing to let me become her life.

  I’ve never had this type of relationship with a girl before, and it’s perfect. It’s all-consuming and takes up all of my thoughts and time, which is what I need.

  Otherwise, all I want to do is work, and sometimes you need something more.

  Something human.

  At least, that’s what people have always told me. I’ve just never had the time or the ambition to pursue a relationship like this. Work has always come first and has never failed me, not the way that people do.

  I worry that Jenny will fail me like everyone else in my life has, but I think that she’s worth the risk. At least, that’s what my therapist tells me. If I don’t take the risk and try to get to know her then I’ll never find out.

  These thoughts consume my mind all the way to the office building where I’m meeting with Luiz. He’s the head of the company here in Mexico, and the one that I have to get back on board to make sure that he doesn’t jump ship and work with someone else.

  He’s a good guy, but is a family guy, and that’s always been something that he and I don’t have in common. Maybe I should have brought Penny with me.

  But then I imagine her calling me Daddy in front of Luiz, and I’m glad I didn’t. He wouldn’t approve, and that may make him take his company and run.

  The thought has me smiling when I get out of the taxi and am immediately greeted by Luiz.

  “Christopher! So good of you to come down here and talk to me on such short notice! And look at how happy you look. Something good must be going on in your life. Tell me everything.”

  I shake his hand and can’t help but feel happier. Even though I know that I’m here to smooth things over, there’s something addictive about Luis.

  “Yeah, well, you’re our most important client, so of course I would come down here and talk to you.” He grins and motions for me to walk with him to the building. “And as for good things in my life
, I finally found someone.”

  At this, he stops and turns to me, grabbing my hand again and grinning. “Well, finally, Christopher! It’s about time that you look outside of yourself and learn about how another person can make your life so much better. What’s her name?”

  “Penny.” Even as I say her name, I feel a wave of happiness sweep through me. I suddenly can’t wait to get this meeting over with so that I can find her and spend some time alone with her.

  “It’s a good name. Is she good to you? Can she cook and clean? Does she want kids?”

  I have no idea if she wants kids.

  But if I tell Luis that, he’ll know that something’s wrong with our relationship, so I simply grin and nod. “She’s great, Luis, really great. It was a relief when I found her.”

  Even though part of me is just saying things to Luis to make him leave me alone, the other part of me wants to keep talking about Penny.

  This is surprising.

  “Yes, a good girl is a breath of fresh air. Now, I want to hear more about this lucky Penny of yours, but I think we have business to attend to first, am I right?” He starts walking to the building and I jog to catch up.

  “Yep. I’m here to let you know important your business is to me. I know that you’re being courted, but you’re very important to us and we don’t want to lose you.”

  He’s reaching for the door to open it but stops and turns to look at me. “Don’t lay it on too thick, Christopher, or I may not be able to find my way out. Let’s just go inside and talk like we normally would. I’m sure we can come to an agreement, don’t you think?”

  God, I hope so. If I don’t walk out of this building with an agreement and Luis’ company still working with us then I may as well not go home.

  Everything is riding on this.

  As much as I don’t want to, I have to push Penny from my mind for the time being. Luis is going to take all of my focus and I have to pay attention to make sure I don’t miss a single thing that he says.

  Chapter 14

  Penny

  Mexico is amazing.

  I can’t believe that I’ve never been out of the country before, especially if there are places like this all around the world.

  Not only is everyone incredibly friend, but everything is cheap, the clothes are gorgeous, and the food is incredible.

  I don’t think that Christopher meant for me to spend half of the money he gave me on food, but with fruit this fresh, who could resist?

  Not me. I can’t seem to stop eating.

  It seems like every stall vendor is playing loud music on a radio, and it’s all very intoxicating. If I drank, I’d want to get a margarita or something, but right now I feel drunk on life.

  I just can’t get enough and although I was sad when Christopher put me in a taxi and sent me off by myself, right now I don’t want him to come back anytime soon.

  I want to be able to enjoy this all by myself.

  But after a few hours, the novelty has started to wear off and I wish that Christopher were here with me. I know that he told me he’d come to me, but I wish that there was a way for me to find him.

  After all, shouldn’t he be done by now?

  He had seemed very confident that the meetings weren’t going to take very long, but I’ve been wandering around the market now for a few hours and although everything was fun and new for a while, it’s all starting to look a little old.

  That, and some people are starting to stare at me.

  Like they don’t know why I keep walking around.

  I’m also getting low on money and the bags of clothing I’m carrying are getting heavy. I consider trying to get to a hotel, but I have no idea where Christopher was going to take me for the night, and the last thing I want to do is hole up somewhere and make it impossible for him to find me.

  All of the sudden, the fun is gone from my trip and I feel very, very nervous.

  I’m also starting to feel paranoid, because I keep thinking that I see the same person following me, but that doesn’t make any sense.

  There’s no reason why someone would be following me around the market. I have nothing to offer them, unless they want the last of my cash and about five bikinis.

  I went overboard.

  Deciding to make sure that I’m not being followed, I duck behind a stall and wait a moment before peeking out. Across the street there are two men dressed in dark jeans and black t-shirts. They’re standing and peering around like they’re looking for someone.

  My heart starts to race and I carefully step back out into the street, wanting to see what they’ll do.

  One of them sees me and visibly relaxes before elbowing the other, who then turns to look at me.

  Yep. Definitely being watched. And followed. But why?

  There’s nobody here that I can count on for help, and I turn slowly in a circle, trying to look like a lost and harmless traveler while also looking for the best escape route.

  The problem is – if I leave the market, I have no idea where I’m going to go. And if I leave the market – Christopher won’t be able to find me.

  But if I stay then I’ll have to deal with these two guys.

  I wait until they glance away before walking purposefully between two stalls to try to lose them. Once I’m off the main road, I duck into a crowd of teenagers and keep my head down while they wind their way around shopping. As long as I can stay hidden I think that I’ll be okay.

  But the group doesn’t shop for long. They enter a restaurant on the edge of the market and sit down, leaving me stranded.

  I can’t very well join them for a meal, but out here I’m fully exposed.

  It’s probably rash to make a decision right now, but I have to get away from those guys who are watching me. Shouldering my bags and trying to look confident, I start walking away from the market. I can always circle back in a bit and see if Christopher is looking for me, but I have to get away from those guys.

  One block away from the market I stop and catch my breath, looking around to see if anyone has followed me.

  Nobody has, and I’m about to congratulate myself on safely getting out of a tricky situation when suddenly a black van pulls up next to me and one of the guys I saw earlier hops out.

  He has short hair and a nice face, but it’s twisted into a scowl. This close to him I can easily see how his muscles twist under his clothing, and I swallow hard.

  This can’t be good.

  “You here with Christopher Reever?”

  It takes all I can to do nod. There’s a pit in my stomach and I feel like I could easily throw up.

  He reaches out and grabs my upper arm, his fingers digging into my skin. “You need to come with us. Get in the van.”

  I could scream, or kick at him, or try to fight, but I don’t do any of those things.

  Even though I don’t want to go with them, I also know that there’s really nothing I can do to stop this from happening.

  Silently I nod and walk with him to the van. He gives me a rough push and I climb in, scooting over when he sits down next to me. The sliding door closes with a slam and before I can ask any questions, the driver pulls away from the curb, leaving the market behind.

  Christopher

  That meeting was exhausting, but Luis and I finally got everything hammered out so that he’ll not only stay with our company, but bring on some new business.

  It’s nice when things work out the way that you want them to. I know that they don’t always, but I have a tendency to get what I want.

  And right now, I want Penny.

  Luis and I shake hands and I walk out into the parking lot to wait for my taxi when my phone vibrates. I hit the screen to turn it on, but as soon as I do, my heart falls.

  It’s a picture of Penny. She’s tied up, in the back of a van, looking exhausted. I squeeze the phone so tightly that my hand starts to cramp. I can’t catch my breath.

  The taxi I ordered pulls up in front of me and the driver rolls down his wi
ndow when I don’t immediately get in. “You okay, man?”

  I don’t answer him. Instead I angrily punch in Nate’s phone number. It’s got to be our competitor trying to get to me. They wanted to send a message that they won’t back down from the Mexico account, but they don’t know that they have really fucked up.

  Nobody threatens me and the things I love.

  It hits me then – the realization of how I feel for Penny. She’s not just a hot girl I have working for me and calling me Daddy.

  If I get her back – when I get her back – I’m going to make sure that she knows exactly what she means to mean.

  Nate picks up on the first ring and I tell him what’s going on. He’s silent at first but then reads me off the name and address of Miguel de los Santos – the brother-in-law of our competitor’s owner.

  It has to be him.

  “Thanks. Call Marissa for me, will you?” Marissa and I go way back and I’ve always admired her as a businesswoman, although her methods vary from mine.

  They’re more violent.

  But they get the job done.

  “Are you sure you want her?” Nate sounds concerned, but I know that I don’t have any choice. If I want Penny back in once piece, which I do, then I need to call in the big guns. That’s Marissa.

  I’m off the phone with Nate for under five minutes before an unknown number calls.

  “Hello?” It has to be Marissa.

  “Christopher, I heard that you’re in a spot of trouble. What can I do to help?” Marissa has always been unflappable, which can drive me nuts, but today I’m grateful for her calm demeanor.

  I need someone on my side who can look at things objectively, because right now I know that I can’t.

  “My girl has been taken. It’s Miguel de los Santos, and I want her back.”

  Marissa’s silent for a moment, but I wait calmly. She wouldn’t hang up on me and she certainly wouldn’t back down from a challenge.

  “Nate told me where you are. Wait there and I’ll pick you up in a few.”

  She hangs up and I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Luckily, I know that I don’t have long to wait.