by Lena Little
But what’s even more impressive is the other side of his closet. There’s statue after statue and I slowly move from one to the next as if I’m taking a tour in an expensive museum. The only name I recognize on any of the placards is Michelangelo, although I make a mental note to Google Auguste Rodin and Constantin Brancusi, as their work really stands out.
Speaking of standing out, I stand out like a sore thumb. Everything about his bedroom and adjoining closet scream opulence. Even the way the moonlight reflects off his four poster bedposts is practically a piece of art in the way it casts shadows against the wall. If only he were here now to catch me, and spread my hands against that wall and spank me yet again.
My mind drifts back to how delicious he looked this morning in his sweatpants and T-shirt. Seeing him in his suit is one thing, but catching him a bit off-guard, which surprised even me, is another.
The way that T-shirt hugged his barrel chest and the relaxed way those oh so comfy looking sweatpants draped from his lower half made me want to grab a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and curl up in his lap on a Sunday morning. How is a man allowed to look so perfect in a suit and also so imperfectly perfect in loungewear?
And doing it all with those tattoos on full display from his sleeved arms only adds to the billionaire bad boy vibe.
But right now I’m the bad one, snooping around in here where I shouldn’t be, having these naughty fantasies about the man I work for as a housekeeper.
“What do you think you’re doing in here?”
I yelp, gasping as I whirl around to see Carter standing in the entrance to the closet, his big body blocking any chance of escape I might have had.
I feel my legs quiver as I take in his imposing figure.
“You’re supposed to be…”
“Wherever in the world, I want, especially after I closed a deal early and came back to celebrate only to find the person I was going to share a glass of champagne with is giving herself a private tour of my art collection.”
His jaw firms as he steps inside the walk-in closet toward me, any words I had to try and make up for my unexcused presence in the one-room he told me not to enter, lost to the inability of my mouth to move to form a coherent sentence.
“What. Are. You. Doing. In. Here. Little girl?”
The raspy tone of the depth of his voice leaves no wiggle room for my answer, not that I ever plan on lying to him. It’s like his words reach down into my chest and pull the truth out themselves without me even needing to speak, but I know he wants to hear it from me regardless.
“I specifically told you not to come in here so that means one of two things. One, either you like lying to me or two, you’re a thief and this whole housekeeper thing was a setup the entire time,” he growls, demanding to get an answer out of me. “I’ve heard about those housekeepers who go to Dubai and steal vast sums of jewelry from their host families. Was that your ploy?” he asks. “Get in here and then get your hands on the goods before slipping away undetected.”
“No,” I answer, firming my stance as the moonlight shines through the corner of his irides. But as he continues toward me I can’t help but pull back in fear, although I’m surprisingly turned on by this exchanged, his eyes locked on me as he continues to march right toward me.
“Well, then. If you’re not a thief, and who would be that foolish considering you’d have to exit through the metal detectors and security, then there can be only one thing,” he says, running his fingers through the side of my hair gently, before grasping the back of my hair hard, turning my neck to the side and exposing my neck. “A very bad little girl.”
I gasp at his words, his gaze making my body feel boneless as if I could just let myself collapse and he’d hold me suspended, like a hand puppet, with a single one of his oversized mitts.
“And you know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”
I swallow hard. “I…um…”
“Judging by your actions it seems you’ve forgotten.” He moves in closer, pinning my body to the wall. “But you’re lucky that Daddy’s here to remind you,” he groans into my neck, the tip of his nose skating along the tender part of my skin from the base of my ear down to my collarbone as he inhales the scent of my fear.
And that smell alone permeates the air as it flows from each and every pour of my body.
“And seeing that Daddy’s first attempt at discipline fell on deaf ears, well…Daddy’s going to make sure this time his words stick.”
6
Carter
All the blood in my body rushes straight to my cock at the sound of her tiny breath catching on those perfect little pink lips of hers. She is so small, so innocent, so scared…and even though inside I know my only job in life is to protect her, right now I feel like the biggest predator in the universe wanting to wolf her down whole in one bite.
Her cheeks blossom in a deep shade of red, visible even in the faint moonlight, which has me on the verge of tipping my head back and howling, letting the entire animal kingdom know I’m staking my claim.
I can’t wait to taste her, every inch from head to toe. I can smell fear, imagine her taste on my tongue, and feel her body in my grasp. All that’s left is to see her perfect body and hear her moan out my name. Not my birth name but the special name that only she can call me.
Daddy.
There’s no way she’s a thief, but dammit if she didn’t steal my heart long ago. I feel effeminate for just thinking such a thing, something that could and probably is plastered on Hallmark cards everywhere. But that’s what she does to me. She makes all that corny romance stuff that I despise, that I laugh at, that I always saw as just companies trying to make a quick buck off of people’s emotions…see the truth.
It’s real when you find the one.
And she is most certainly the one, and that includes me knowing she’s not the type of person to steal. Although she is the kind of person with the kind of emotional wounds that prevent them from trusting. Neither of us is from Missouri, and I know because I’ve studied her file diligently, but our backgrounds make us just as uneasily convinced as anyone from the “Show Me State” is.
And it’s time to show her just how serious I am about her, and what she’s been missing all her life.
I grab her around the waist, easily hoisting her up over my shoulder as if she’s light as a bag of feathers, which is exactly how she feels. Carrying her is effortless, although she immediately starts kicking and screaming and demanding to be put down.
Okay, brat.
I toss her onto my bed which makes a California King look like a baby crib. Part of me should be furious at what she’s done when she thought I was away, and then how she doubled down just now and tried to fight her way free when it was time to pay the piper. But there’s just something about her bratty little sassiness, feistiness, that makes my blood flow like molten lava.
I freeze as she moves back on the bed, her elbows digging into the sheets as she scurries back to get more space between us. She’s always looked so young, so innocent, so girlish, but now, here in my home, in her pink pajamas adorned with pictures of cupcakes and a three scoop ice-cream cone that her youth really screams out to me.
“Sit still,” I say, moving closer.
“Why?” she immediately questions.
“Because I said so,” I growl in response. Her body stays on high alert ready to pull back or dart to either side as I close the last of the space between us.
Little Red Riding Hood you can take any path you want, they all lead right to me, the Big Bad Wolf. You’re mine whether you know it yet or not. And if you don’t, you soon will. Oh, will you ever.
I’m used to taking what I want in this world. I don’t ask for handouts and I don’t get them or accept them when they’re offered. Everything I have is earned. But when it comes to her, although I know I’ll earn her trust in time, I’m beyond tempted to take exactly what I want…because I know it’s exactly what she wants too.
But I won�
��t. I have to know. Have to hear her say it.
And then to take her right to the brink of everything she needs only to pull back, and make her beg. To remind her who her Daddy is because Daddy most certainly is crystal clear on who his little is.
Her, and only her. Forever.
I’ve never met someone who stood up to me like she does, which is shocking especially considering she’s barely five feet tall and soaking wet wouldn’t tip the scales at enough to ride most rides at an amusement park. Hell, if she’s into all the things I think she is I’ll take her to an amusement park and buy the entire place myself, not out for the day but physically take ownership of it for life if that’s what she wants. My princess gets what she wants. No, if’s, and’s, or but’s.
There’s something about that magnetic pull she has for me, the reason I closed the deal with lightning speed and came home early, that makes me know we were meant for each other.
And just like we fit perfectly in our little verbal cat and mouse game, one never backing down from the other, I know my cock is going to fit between her legs equally as right.
I damn near dive onto the bed, claiming her lips with everything I’ve got as she tries to pry her body out from underneath me, but only momentarily. Seconds later and I feel her torso pressing up into mine as our bodies melt into one another, her hands trying to wrap around me, but her arms aren’t long enough for the width of my back. But her legs are, as she clamps down around my waist like a belt as my tongue pries open her lips, demanding to enter.
As our kiss grows more heated my grip intensifies, before sliding down the length of her body, grabbing a hold of her waist and pulling her body somehow even tighter into mine.
I want to feel her heartbeat against my skin. I want the sweat that’s starting to bead on her collarbone close enough to my face so I can kiss it away, or lick it clean off in one pass just so I can see it form again, to watch those goosebumps spring to life from one strategically placed touch of my tongue.
But there’s nothing strategic about this. My mind is lost. Feral. And I can see from the look of her face that she sees the same animal inside me that’s clawing away at its cage, demanding to be set free.
“Don’t be scared, baby girl,” I growl into her ear before kissing just below her ear. “Not of me or anything. I’m here to protect you, possibly even from yourself, and even if I make you hurt, I promise you it will be in the best way you’ve ever felt in your life.”
She bites down on her lower lip which is still swollen from our kiss. “How could pain be a good thing?”
“Oh, my sweet little thing. So much to learn.”
“I just wanted to learn about you, about your collection of sculptures. That’s why I was in here.”
“Sure you did,” I reply, knowing she’s telling the truth but also very aware she could have gone about quenching her thirst for knowledge in a very different way.
“Those sculptures are relics. I’m more interested in a new kind of art.”
“What’s that?”
“Finally putting to use all this money I’ve been sitting on all these years. Watching your beautiful belly grow with a child, our child, and then spoiling you, and our baby, rotten.”
“Aren’t you worried about spoiling me?”
“I’m sure I can handle spoiled little girls. And if you don’t think I can, then you better prepare yourself for this,” I say, moving to her middle and jerking her pajamas down with one quick tug.
7
Camila
“Mine,” he growls, his hot breath connecting with my soaking wet center. “That sweet little tight untouched pussy is all mine to claim for the first time. I’ll be the first and the last.”
My hands’ jerk to cover myself. It’s the first time a man, anyone for that matter, has ever seen me there.
“Pull those hands away, sweetness. I know what art is and this is a masterpiece. Don’t hide it from me, put it on full display for my eyes only.”
His words give me strength, confidence, and a sense of power. Slowly I move my hands away, my slit bared for him as my whole body comes alive like it never has before as his head dives in and his lips kiss me right there.
My head feels like it’s inside a washing machine on the high spin cycle as my hips melt into the bed as his jaw presses me into the mattress as he licks straight up my slit.
This is happening for real. Right. Now.
The same man I’ve been fantasizing about since I started working for him, the same man who owns this town from a business point of view, the same man who’s private life is a mystery to all, has invited me in and is showing me a side of himself no one else apparently ever gets to see. And I’m doing exactly the same, by showing him not only my pussy, but a side of my biggest sexual organ, my brain, that I’ve always kept hidden.
“Daddy,” I whimper as his arms slide under my body, tilting my hips up as his tongue finds my nub, rolling it around in his mouth before flicking it with the tip of his tongue and then rolling it around inside his mouth again, this time in figure eight’s.
I’m a good girl, I truly am. But he makes me feel so bad, so naughty, and it’s a side I only want to ever share with him.
He groans into my cunt as his tongue dives deeper, his thick fingers digging deeper into my flesh as he locks my body in place as he continues to introduce me to pleasure I didn’t even know was fathomable.
“So. Damn. Perfect,” he mumbles into my pussy, never taking his lips off my drenched opening. “Tell Daddy what feels good.”
“Everything,” I whimper in immediate response, and just as quickly I feel the corners of his lips turn up into a smile as he continues to drink in my juices.
“Tell me. Exactly,” he demands.
“The way your lips feel on my opening,” I moan, my hand coming up and grabbing my breast as one of his hands releases a single butt cheek of mine and slithers up my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps, before he slides a single finger inside my mouth.
My other hand continues massaging a single breast while the other grabs his wrist hard as I suck his digit.
“Tell me what you want, angel,” he demands.
“This. More of this. I want to…come,” the words release from my lips so freely, all inhibitions lost.
“And if I say no?” he says.
“You won’t, Daddy because you said my needs always come first.”
“You’re a good listener,” he compliments, his mouth slightly coming off me and my hand quickly jerks from my chest to the top of his head, pushing his face back into my pussy. “But now it’s my turn to listen. Daddy wants to hear you beg, and if you do a good job, then Daddy will hear you scream.”
“I’m ready, Daddy.”
“Ready for what?”
“To come.”
“To come on Daddy’s face. To fill his mouth with your juices so he can drink from your fountain of youth? So he can taste your sweet nectar, your honey, your untouched liquids, and drink them down like the youthful elixir that they are?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I agree, realizing he’s better at this talking stuff than I am. I couldn’t say much even if I wanted too, my stomach tightening and I feel an intense tsunami forming that needs to unleash…soon.
The room starts to spin and I lose a sense of time and place as his head shakes back and forth rapidly, his tongue polishing my clit like a windshield wiper on the high-speed setting.
My hands grip his hair hard and I press my hips up into his face.
“Your little pussy loves it when Daddy gives it a bath…with his tongue.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I cry out. “I’m close,” I whimper, as his tongue changes direction, moving vertically through my slit, opening me before the tip dives in deep.
My eyes roll back in my head.
“Spread your legs wider, baby girl,” he commands.
“I can’t,” I say, my thighs slamming shut against his ears as my inner leg muscles quake.
He grabs my knees and p
ries them open like a vice as my pulse pounds like a drum in-between my ears. My nipples are beyond pebbled, ready to cut glass as they point straight toward the ceiling, threatening to cut through the fabric of the top of my pajamas.
“My naughty little, devil,” he moans into me. “I can feel your pulse skip under your skin,” he says, pressing down on the vein that runs along the inside of my leg.
“Yes. I’m bad, Daddy. I’m good,” I continue, immediately contradicting myself as I’m lost in a million thoughts and none all at the same time. “I need to come. I’m about to explode.”
“Then don’t talk about it, princess. Be about it. Come for your Daddy. Come on his face and make him whole.”
Everything inside me releases as I scream at the top of my lungs as the tsunami of an orgasm inside me slams through my being. My thighs tighten beyond his stronghold and slam shut against his head yet again as my fingertips dig into his scalp as my climax shatters through me, and all the unrealistically high expectations I had of what this could feel like. Now I know my lofty expectations somehow weren’t even high enough.
Carter groans into my middle as my body twists on the sheet, flipping his massive frame over onto his back as my ass flexes as I push my cunt down into his face. My hips twitch and buck and suddenly my body goes limp. Looking over my shoulder I see Carter’s ripped six-pack bared as his shirt has come untucked, and an erection that’s threatening to tear through his trousers.
I want to reach down and stroke it, suck it, ride it, but I can’t move a muscle. I’m completely spent of all my energy and everything that was inside me.
My midsection melts into his face and it’s only then that he grabs my hips and lifts me off his face, tossing me to the side of the bed like yesterday’s news.
But just as quickly he gathers me up and sits me on his lap, gently rubbing his hand through my hair as we both fight for whatever oxygen is left in the room.