by Ava Sinclair
“Please don’t pretend you didn’t plan for me to find out,” Ellie said. “You wanted to instill doubt. And you did.” She paused. “Until I talked to him.”
The cool smile disappeared. Kathleen sighed and pulled out the chair behind her desk. Sitting down, she crossed her arms and legs as she continued to appraise Ellie. “And let me guess,” she said. “He painted me as a scorned lover, professed love to you, denied that this has happened before—his breaking up and comforting himself with some flawed, broken little bird before coming back to what he’s really attracted to. A woman of substance, style, strength. A woman of culture and education.” She smirked. “Let me guess; you don’t even have a college degree, do you?”
Ellie felt herself flush as the doubts began to resurface. Kathleen Kidd was playing on her insecurities, and doing it very well.
“The weaker the better. That’s what he likes. Your type is the easiest to draw in, but also the easiest to discard when he comes back. I’m sure he lied to you about how many times he’s done this—brought in some fatherless waif to make him feel powerful. Let me guess; he spanks you. You call him daddy?” She threw back her head and laughed. “Oh, my, but did he ever see you coming. And you’ll won’t last as long as the others. Word is, you’ve been investigated as part of a legal proceeding.” She stood and walked over. “Tell me, do you really think a man like William is going to risk his career for someone so thoughtless her own mother had to pull her nearly lifeless body from a bloody bathtub?”
The panic Ellie had been feeling suddenly died away, leaving only stark shock in its place. Dr. Kidd had been luring her in, breaking her down until the moment when she commented on something that she could not possibly have known. Only two people knew what happened that day—her mother and Dr. Gruber. William knew she’d tried to take her own life, but had never pressed her for details.
Ellie stood. “Thank you for your time.”
The predatory look in Kathleen’s eyes flickered and grew wary.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yes.”
“I think you should stay.” Before Ellie could get to the door, the tall brunette had cut her off. Her tone was suddenly full of mock concern. “I can help you. Let me help you.”
“I think you’ve done enough,” Ellie said, pushing past her.
It was all she could do to wait until she got into the elevator to call William. She felt it was necessary to get his advice.
He listened quietly as she told him what had happened that morning, falling completely silent when she revealed that she’d met with his ex-lover. But she didn’t give him a chance to even respond before she launched into the new heart of her concern.
“There’s no way she could have known those details unless my mother had told someone, and she could barely talk about it to me, let alone a stranger. That only leaves one person.”
“Dr. Gruber?” She could hear the doubt in William’s voice. “Ellie, the man has an excellent reputation. He’d never do something like that.”
“Not even to a colleague?” Ellie asked.
“Not without your permission.”
“I need to ask him,” she said. “I need to know. I’ve trusted him for so long. If he betrayed me…”
“I understand,” William said. “But I want to be there with you.”
She paused. “And I want you to be there. Can you meet me at his office in thirty minutes?”
“I’ll be there in twenty,” he said.
* * *
To say that Dr. Gruber was distraught was an understatement. As Ellie and William sat across from him, he denied that he’d divulged any of her personal information, his kindly face a mask of hurt at the mere suggestion.
“If you don’t mind my asking, how do you know Dr. Kidd?” William asked. He was only in attendance because Ellie had requested and cleared his accompanying her.
“That’s the puzzling thing. I don’t,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ve seen her at professional conferences and have never spoken to her until last week when she called and asked to borrow a book.”
“I was here the day she returned it,” Ellie said.
“I believe you were,” Dr. Gruber said quietly. “When my receptionist called back to say she was here to return it, I said she could leave it at the desk. But she insisted on coming back.”
The three fell quiet. When William spoke again, his voice was soft. “Dr. Gruber, I believe you may want to call the police. I don’t believe Dr. Kidd’s visit was mere happenstance. I believe she followed Ellie here. Furthermore, I believe your office may be bugged.”
Chapter Fourteen
It was over before it began. William credited Ellie’s quick thinking with derailing Kathleen Kidd’s perfectly crafted scheme to destroy his reputation. Once the police found the listening device, things happened quickly. Her fingerprints were found on the bug, which she’d affixed under the lip of Dr. Gruber’s desk the day she’d come to return the book. When first questioned by the police, William’s vindictive former lover had tried to blame the private detective the Graysons had hired to follow Ellie. But with evidence of her direct involvement beyond dispute—and her very medical license at stake—she folded.
Suddenly, Dr. Kidd and the Graysons were the ones facing a public scandal, and the two important families did the only thing they could do to mitigate the damage. Dr. Kidd was taking a hiatus from her practice and moving to Boston to write a book. Derrick Grayson quietly dropped out of school.
Ellie weighed pursuing charges against Kathleen, and William did nothing to influence her either way. But because she knew any story associated with what had happened would include her relationship with William, she decided that the retreat of her antagonists was victory enough.
Still, Ellie was shaken by the experience. Her initial, unfounded fears that Dr. Gruber had somehow divulged her personal information had been unsettling. Only with support from William did she find it possible to again resume therapy with the understanding psychiatrist, who would later tell her that the whole ugly incident had been a blessing in disguise. And Ellie realized he was right; she’d faced her fears. Kathleen Kidd had embodied all the meanness and betrayal and callous disregard that had led to the insecurity she’d battled all her life. With William’s love giving her strength, she’d been able to face her monsters, and slay them.
On their three-month anniversary, William treated her to a catered candlelight dinner at home. Ellie exclaimed over the braised salmon and tiramisu and giggled as the champagne bubbles tickled her nose. But the real surprise came after dinner, when William left the room and returned with a large package.
“What’s this?” she asked, rising as he set the box on the coffee table.
“You won’t know until you open it,” he said.
Ellie quirked an eyebrow and smiled slightly as she lifted the lid from the box. Inside was a new satchel, a leather planner, and several plaid jumpers and a Hilliard jacket. She looked up, puzzled.
“These are all things my little girl will need when she starts school,” he said softly. “I’ve been assured by the admissions office that your scores are not only still good, but good enough to qualify you for a number of new scholarships. And what’s not covered, I’ll pay for.”
“Daddy,” she said, tears welling in her eyes. It had become easy, calling him that, but as their bond deepened, the word had become more than a title. Outside the bedroom, William had become everything Ellie had ever wanted in a daddy—kind, compassionate, wise, and generous. When he did correct her, it was always in a thoughtful and caring manner. And if tears resulted, he was there to hold her until they subsided amid a flood of kisses and forgiveness.
“I’m so proud of you, Ellie,” he said. “I can’t think of anything that would make me any more proud other than watching you walk across the stage at Hilliard to receive your diploma. I’ll be the man cheering the loudest as he watches the educated young woman who taught him how to be a proper father.”
“You’re the best daddy ever,” she said. “But now I want to say thank you like a big girl.” Ellie punctuated the comment with a kiss that William returned vigorously as he carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. By the time they’d reached the top, she’d shed her delicate white blouse and bra. When he put her on the bed, she instantly went up on all fours, looking back at him as he raised her skirt.
“Oh, you are naughty,” he said when he saw the thong she was wearing. “Where did you get this?”
“I ordered it special for you,” she said, smiling as she realized the image she must present, topless, her bottom cheeks on full display beneath the flipped-up skirt, her legs and feet still clad in white knee socks and saddle oxford shoes.
William pulled the thong down, parted her cheeks, and looked between them. “You’ve completed the last of the trainers,” he said. “I believe this calls for a special celebration.”
Ellie could feel the arousal trailing down her inner thighs. She’d been dreaming of the moment he would claim her final virginity. Each time she’d graduated to a larger trainer, she’d fantasized about the day when it would not be hard, smooth wood he’d use to penetrate her back passage, but his thick cock. She imagined the vulnerability and submission she’d feel when he pushed himself into her.
And now it was time. William leaned down, spread her cheeks, and ran his tongue up through her dripping labia, using the arousal he’d collected to lubricate her bottom hole as he rimmed it with his tongue. Ellie issued a feral moan, her hands straying between her love-slick thighs to manipulate her clit as William’s oral attention stimulated the nerve endings of her twitching rosebud.
When she didn’t think she could take any more, he stood and she looked back to see him stroking his cock as he lubricated it to ease its passage into her. She was already close to coming, just from the thought of what was about to happen. Could she come from William’s cock being inside her bottom?
When the head of William’s cock pressed against her, Ellie felt a moment of panic. He was so large; would she be able to take him? To please him? But under his instruction, she breathed deeply and pushed outward when he coached her to soften and relax the tight ring of muscles that resisted his entry. After a moment, she felt the pressure accompanied by a light sting as his head breached her.
“Such a good girl,” he said, “taking my cock.” He squeezed her ass possessively, and she found the pain morph into pleasure as she moaned. Ellie’s chest sank to the bed, spreading her cheeks even further as he continued to inch in by slow degrees.
William was gentle but persistent, his hands roaming Ellie’s body in a manner intended to stoke the fire of passion that flared as his cock disappeared between her cheeks. She could never have imagined feeling so full as the moment he was fully seated in her, his balls grazing her pussy, heightening the maddening sensation of her throbbing clit.
“Fuck me!” she breathed, the pleasure and fullness making her feel thoroughly owned and possessed.
And William began to move, his large hand finding her clit as he complied. He withdrew just a little at first, and she could tell he was testing her reaction, gauging whether her newly stretched ass could take the motion of his cock. But she did, the fullness so strange, so satisfying, so overwhelming. Ellie had never felt so submissive, yet so empowered. She could feel his cock throbbing, the pulse of it adding to the stretching, the fullness. As he began to increase the length and duration of his strokes, she began to push back to meet his thrusts, tentatively at first, but then with growing fervor as he manipulated her clit.
Ellie’s pussy was throbbing so hard she could barely breathe. The wave of her excitement was catching William in its wake, lifting them both to the height of mutual pleasure. She cried out as he came, relishing the feeling of his hot seed cascading deep inside her as her pussy clenched rhythmically, flooding his hand with her arousal.
“My darling girl,” he said, his voice throaty, and after that there were no words for each of them, only moans of pleasure.
Afterwards, they lay together, whispering in the dark until sleep took them. And Ellie’s last thought before she drifted away was that she was whole, and safe. She was finally home.
The End
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