by Dani Wyatt
“Hey.” George’s voice comes through. “What’s up?”
“I have a job. It’s wet. I need it done now. Today.”
Silence for a moment, then he replies. “Where and who.”
I spend the next few minutes running down the necessary details. Her mother gets to live. That’s a hard one for me but it’s my decision because otherwise, I think it would ruin what I have with Ginger.
Calfus? Not so much. He’s going to be on the run but unless he’s shed his clothes, that grip on his neck I gave implanted a micro tracker on the back of his jacket. Once all the particulars are in order, I hang up and draw a deep breath. My gut is in knots, and not because of what I just ordered. Because I almost lost her.
Those thoughts are for later. Right now, I need her home. I don’t think after today I’ll ever let her out of my sight again. If she thought I was protective before, she’s going to think she’s the fucking president of the United States the way I’m going to be on her.
That’s fine with me. I’ll die a happy man spending every second of my life attached to her hip if necessary.
And right now, it feels necessary.
T W E N T Y – O N E
Ginger
BY THE NEXT MORNING, the headache is almost gone, and I feel almost back to myself.
Daddy hasn’t left my side, not for a second. He takes me to the bathroom even. The first couple times I grouched at him but when I saw the determination in his eyes, I gave up the fight.
“Hungry, baby? Here, take another drink.” He holds the water bottle to my lips and tips the bottom upward before I can answer.
I take a draw and swallow on a moan. I wave my hand at him and he lowers the bottle.
“I’m going to float away.”
“You need to stay hydrated and the water will help flush any residual drug from your system. And the doctor will be here in ten minutes. He’s going to want you to give him a urine sample. And he’s going to take some blood, baby, but I’ll be right here holding your hand the entire time.”
A wave of nausea covers me. Both because of the morning sickness, but also because I hate needles.
“No, Daddy, please, no blood.” Tears start and he reaches over and cups my cheek.
“It’s for your safety and wellbeing, baby. I’m sorry, but that is my number one priority. You and the baby. You’ll be okay, I promise.”
With that there is a knock on the door and Contessa’s voice comes through. “Mr. Stas, sir. The doctor is here.”
“Come in.” Stas answers, keeping his eyes on me. I feel the color drain from my face and fear takes over. Daddy reaches down and takes my hands in his. “Baby, keep your eyes on me, okay? I’m your rock.”
Stas
“THANKS, DOC.” I SHAKE Doctor Shoemaker’s hand and close the door behind him.
He’s a friend in the business and gave her a clean bill of health, but also gave me a referral for an OB/GYN and he made a call and got her an appointment for tomorrow.
“I’m proud of you, Babybear.”
Her cheeks are pink again and she took the needle like a big girl. My heart is full of pride at how brave she was as I lay down next to her and prop my head up, leaning on my elbow.
“Thank you. I’m proud of me too.”
I smile because she brings me such joy.
“But, we need to talk.”
Her smile flattens. “I know.”
“You have a punishment coming. You understand, don’t you?”
“Me?” Her eyes go wide. “You do too.”
“Careful, Babygirl. Yes, I bent the truth, but there will be times—and I’m sorry—but there will be times that Daddy needs to keep you safe. And if that means keeping something from you, so be it. You are going to have to trust me. I’ll never lie to you just to protect myself, but I will do what it takes to protect you and I will make no apologies for that. On the other hand, this may sound like a double standard, but it’s just how it’s going to be. You will not lie to me. Never again. Is that clear?”
“That’s not fair.” She pulls her lips to the side and crosses her arms.
“This is not a democracy, babygirl. Sorry, but Daddy is in charge. You get that? That is how this works. You put your trust in me and I take that position seriously. I’ve made mistakes too, I understand that, but you also have to understand that I am in charge. I will do as I deem necessary. Will I screw up sometimes? Sure, but I’ll always try to do better. Will I hurt people without cause? No. But if it protects you, you can be damn sure I’ll do what is necessary.” She sticks out her bottom lip and narrows her eyes but I see the wheels turning in her head, so I add, “My number one job in this world is to keep you safe. To keep our family safe. Period.”
As much as I want to give her everything she asks for in this life, sometimes that is not what is best. I should have taken care of Calfus that day in the cabin, but I went against my instincts and it almost cost me everything in this world.
“I know I have rules, Daddybear. But, you have responsibilities. I think it’s fair that you have your list too. Like I have mine. You say we are a team, I know I give you the power to be in charge, but that’s fair right? I have rules you have responsibilities.”
I think for a moment but she’s right.
“Babybear.” I kiss the end of her nose, which she crinkles in response. “You are absolutely correct. Tonight, when we are done here and you are sleeping, I will come up with my own list for me. Then we will talk about it and if you have something to add, or any comments, we will discuss it. How does that sound?”
She nods, and pride swells in me at how wise a person she is.
But what happened is still fresh. My priority is still her and going against my initial instincts almost cost Ginger her life. And our baby. There’s no one I wouldn’t deal with to be sure that never happens again.
“What about your job?” She asks, and I pause thinking of how much to tell her.
“My job is changing, Babybear. I was tied to that because it was dangerous to get out, but I’ve made a deal. They owe me because of a screw up and some information leaked about me. I made a deal which gets me, gets us, out. I won’t ever be away from you again like I was. Our life has to change.” I take a breath. This isn’t going to be an easy pill to swallow, but it’s necessary. “For a start, we’re going to have to move.” I see the look of confusion on her face, but she doesn’t question me and that’s a good start. “Far away. You’re not too attached to this house, are you? Attached to this state, this place?”
I made a deal with Malcolm during the night while she slept. It was his fucking fault Calfus found us. No one is going to know where we are going, that was part of the agreement and I’m fine with that. We can start over together. Become new people together. We have to disappear and never come back to the U.S. Malcolm is going to smooth it over with anyone that might get nervous. He’ll say there was an ‘accident’. In our world, that’s code for no longer a threat.
Our years of working together and his screw up that put Calfus onto us gained me the option of getting out, but he made it clear if I show my face in the U.S. again, the deal is off and I’m fair game. At least it means I get to keep us safe. And at least it means we get to live comfortably.
She pulls her lips to the side. “No, I guess not.”
“How do you feel about palm trees and ocean breezes?”
Her eyes light up. “I love the ocean! The only thing I loved about being in all those pageants? The fact we got to travel. Florida was my favorite because I got to see the ocean.”
“I’ll do you one better. Grand Cayman, that’s going to be our new home. It’s the most beautiful place in the world. We’ll be safe there, we can both start over. Are you ready for that? For a fresh start?”
Her smile lights up my heart.
“Yes, Daddy. If that’s what you think is best. As long as we’re together, I’d move to Siberia with you.” She reaches a hand up and twists a tendril of hair. “But o
ne thing, before we go, can I get my hair done like you promised?”
I laugh. “Of course. I’ll call and make sure it’s done later today. But right now, here’s the deal. I want you naked in the next thirty seconds.”
She pops up, gives me a playful salute and begins stripping herself immediately.
She smiles, half her clothes already removed and hastily discarded.
I do the same, kicking off the last of my clothes, then my shoes, and lay down on the bed, head on the pillows. “Get that pussy on Daddy’s face. And your mouth on his dick. I’m going to give you your spanking at the same time, baby. And let’s celebrate our new life the best way we know how. Only, we’re going to be Mr. and Mrs. Paul Finkle. Can you handle that, Babybear?”
“Like I said.” She starts as she climbs on top of me, scooching her open pussy over my face, her knees on either side of my head. “As long as we’re together—and I get my unicorn hair, of course—I don’t care what our names are.”
“Goodgirl.” I reach up and pull her pussy to my mouth, just as I feel her tongue lick the pre-cum from the tip of my cock. For a moment all I do is eat her, enjoying the simple feast of her flesh, but I can’t hold back like that for long. I raise both hands in the air and bring them down in a slap on each side of her magnificent ass.
I do it again and again until she sprays her liquid heaven on my face and I drink her in, imagining our own kind of happily ever after.
E P I L O G U E O N E
Ginger
THREE YEARS LATER
“They’re here.” I manage to get out between the panting and moaning. “Daddy, please.”
“Yes, goodgirl. You want to come again?”
“No.” I immediately realize my mistake and try to correct it. “I mean, yes, I always want to come again, but right now people are waiting for us.”
Daddy has me bent over the edge of the bed with him on his knees behind me. He ignores my comment completely, eating my pussy until my legs quake and I feel my cum running down my inner thighs.
“That’s better.” He adds, then goes right back to fucking me with his tongue until I orgasm another two times, unable to control the cascade he is pulling from my trained body. “I want this baby to come out right here, so I can get another one in you.”
“My lord.” I pant. “You are a monster, Daddy. A baby making monster.”
“Guilty. Did you forget? Goodgirls say please...
“Please, please please can I cum Daddy? Please?”
“That’s my girl.”
With that his tongue works more magic and I go out like a rocket.
In the three years since we left home, I’ve already given birth to our first daughters, twins Elly and Leah, and a newborn son called Elijah. A wonderful side effect was that Stas is as ravenous for my milk filled breasts as any baby. I’ve not stopped nursing him or the babies since then.
My tits are three cup sizes bigger than before my first pregnancy, and at first, I was so self-conscious about how it all changed my body.
I’m fuller everywhere. Not just my breasts.
But after a few months of seeing how uncontrollable my new figure made Daddy, I grew to embrace my new, more buxom curves.
Stas keep after me as I bring my hands down onto his head in a plea for mercy.
“But the guests are waiting...”
“Fine.” He sighs, pulling his face from between my legs and laying a harsh slap on my bare, upturned ass.
I yelp and he pulls me up by my hair, spinning me around and planting a wet, sex-scented kiss on my lips.
“I want you to have your own scent on your lips all night.”
“You’re impossible, Daddy.”
“You’re beautiful, Babybear.” He straightens my dress and plants another kiss on my forehead. “Let’s go celebrate.”
It’s Thanksgiving. Here in the Cayman Islands where we live it’s not a huge holiday, so when we have our Thanksgiving dinner, we invite everyone we know. And almost everyone is free because down here it’s just another day.
Before we left, Daddy was able to get a message to George and Sarah that we needed to say goodbye but that’s it. He said they would understand, it’s a side effect of the business. Sometimes people have to disappear.
Since Daddy already had nearly all his money in offshore numbered accounts, it wasn’t that hard to disappear and start over. Making sure the animals were able to come with us was the hardest part.
We ended up like Noah’s Arc. Daddy chartered a huge boat, complete with accommodations for most of the animals. The ones we couldn’t bring, he made sure they had good homes after we left by making a sizable donation to a rescue group that promised in return for the funds, each animal would be cared for until their final days.
In his message to George, he told him to hire Contessa and take care of her as well. Tell her a very safe, condensed version of why we had to go and not say goodbye.
But we’ve not had any contact with any of them since the day we left and I often sit and wonder how my pseudo family is doing. There’s some melancholy there, because just as I was building that family, it was taken away.
We moved last year to a larger place on the island. It’s more a compound than a house.
We live well here and extravagantly by local standards. Our friends know us as Paul and Stacey Finkle, U.S. expatriates who defected for both political reasons and a desire for a different kind of life for our family.
Our new home sits on just under two hundred acres, far outside of East End. I have a flower and vegetable garden that would rival any in the world, with a gigantic faerie garden as well which all the local children love to come and visit.
Elly and Leah help me every day, whether it’s in the vegetable, flower, herb or faerie garden. Their little brother Elijah takes quite a bit of my time, but the girls are little mommas and have been a huge help as well.
We have a staff that has become our new family. Marcene helps me with the children and they all call her Nanna. Her husband, Damon, is our handyman and their stand-in Grandpa as well. They live here on the property, in one of the villas that are scattered back on the property from when it was a working cotton farm.
Before leaving the bedroom, I look at the two lists of our rules and responsibilities that hang on a corkboard above our dresser. They have been adjusted and added to over the years, but the spirit of them remains the same; and while it may not be how other people choose to live, it works for us and that’s what matters.
Downstairs, the house is full and loud. There must be nearly fifty people already here and more on the way. Kids are running wild inside and out, and the voices of laughter and lively conversation warm my heart and make me smile.
“I love you, Babybear.” Stas whispers in my ear as we step into the main living area and are greeted by our new-found family and friends.
“Here’s your little man.” Marcene holds a sleeping Elijah out for me, but before I can take him Stas steps in.
“I’ll take him.” He gathers the infant against his chest, placing a kiss on his head before heading over to a group of men who are already teasing him unmercifully.
He’s the most loving man I’ve ever seen. His affection knows no bounds and it extends to all of our children. He’s a softy as well, leaning more toward what I’d call free-range parenting, the kind I used to refer to in my pretend life in the ‘village’. He lets the children be children and never wants to impose too many rules or restrictions on them.
It leaves me to be the heavy sometimes, but when necessary he always has my back. Our life here is carefree, unlike our upbringings back in the states. And our children remain happy and well behaved, despite the somewhat lacking rules and boundaries.
Stas had Romper and Geisha brought here a week after we arrived. They have settled right in, along with a growing number of other donkeys, goats, sheep and a new alpaca. Every one of them was rescued by us, from neglect or homelessness, and I’m grateful that we’ve been able to
do that.
“How are you feeling?” Geraldine, one of my best friends here, comes over with a glass of lemon water.
“Great. A little tired, but great.”
I smile to emphasize the point, but it turns into an impromptu yawn. Elijah has been a wonderful baby, but he’s still a baby. And I’m not sure if it’s just that he’s a boy, but he’s hungry every hour on the hour and has been keeping me up more than I thought was humanly possible.
“Yes, it’s hard to be the only source of food for our babies while the men sleep through almost everything.” She chuckles, looking over at her husband who is talking with Stas and the other men.
“Oh, Paul gets up with me for every feeding and does all the diaper changes during the night. He sleeps less than I do. I honestly don’t know how he’s still standing.” I smile as I look over at Stas bouncing Elijah on his shoulder as he starts to fuss.
“Wow.” Geraldine raises her eyebrows. “He really is the perfect man.”
I know a lot of the women eye my husband, but truth is I sort of enjoy it. I have complete faith in him and his eye has never wandered.
On the other hand, if anyone gives me a sidelong glance a second too long, Daddy makes sure they know in no uncertain terms what is his is his, full stop.
I like that too, to be honest. Knowing he will protect me, even from lustful glances, gives me a sense of safety and security.
He’s started a new career and has done remarkably well. He writes fiction. Novels mainly revolving around characters going into protection. Sort of crime drama slash thrillers. The characters all need to start over, some of them because they are testifying against dangerous criminals and others are criminals, same as Daddy used to help, looking to start new lives and turn over new leaves, so to speak.
He uses a pen name, but he’s gained quite a following and is sort of famous. It’s fun, but it’s all above board and legal and he gets to work from home. He’s not been away from me for even a night since his last job with Leonard Calfus.