“I like the robe on you,” he remarks as I come over. He’s already seated at the table. My plate is laid out too, but instead of across from him, in the seat beside him.
“Do you like what’s underneath?” I ask with a wink as I quickly flash him. Baron chuckles and shakes his head.
“Just like the old days. Only now when you tease me, there will be actual consequences.”
“Ooooh, really, Daddy?” I sit beside him and turn my chair to face him, then slowly let my legs slide apart. The robe is hanging slightly, but he can still get a glimpse. My game of teasing him has gone up a notch.
“You do know where behavior like that is going to get you, don’t you?”
I’m still sore, and his blazing eyes instantly remind me of the wonderful dull pain I felt when he took my virginity. Is it normal to want more of that? It’s pain…and you shouldn’t want more pain. But it’s such a good pain, backed by such intense pleasure that I’m practically squirming in my seat as he stares at me. Knowing he could take me at any time is such an incredible turn-on.
“You going to spank me again?” I ask, biting my lip.
“I’m going to put you over my knee, punish you, and then use your tight little pussy to pleasure myself with.”
His gaze seems to bathe my body in a comfort I’ve never known. I feel wanted, but despite his words, I feel as though he wants all of me – not just my body. If it was only that, he wouldn’t have bothered opening up to me or connecting to me. If he was a real monster, he could have taken me at any time back home when my mom was gone and blackmailed me into silence.
Ugh, my mom.
The thought is like a splash of cold water to the face. I close my legs and stuff a piece of bacon into my mouth.
“What’s wrong, princess?”
“Ugh, I was just thinking,” I mutter as I chew. “What are we going to do about my mom?”
“Well, she’s been cheating on me, and I have proof. So I wouldn’t worry about that.”
“Proof? How do you have proof?”
Baron smiles. “I have pictures. And video.”
I gasp, simultaneously grossed out and excited by the hope that there may be a light at the end of this very strange tunnel.
“You…bugged the house?”
Still grinning, Baron reclines in his chair and hooks his thick arms behind his head. “Just a few rooms. The bedroom and the theater room downstairs. She’ll divorce me, and if she doesn’t give me the terms I want, I’ll take the evidence to a judge.”
“And I’ll…live with you?”
“Of course you will,” Baron says as he leans in to comfort me. His hand on my leg is a strength I don’t possess myself. “You think I would let you stay with a woman who barely even knows her daughter exists?”
He’s right. I know that. But I also know that things with my mom aren’t going to go as smoothly as Baron thinks. He may have evidence, but she isn’t going to let me go that easily.
13
Pixie
As it’s a rare sunny day, Baron and I spend it walking the property. He has something like 100 acres filled with hiking trails through the woods, quiet glades, and two waterfalls, one of them with a lake large enough to swim in. But we don’t, as it’s still too cold out.
“One day we’ll go skinny dipping,” he tells me with a pat on the butt. “And fuck in the sun.”
“You really know how to be romantic, don’t you?”
Baron shrugs and pulls me close. “Only with you.”
“Smooth talker.” I wink.
“It’s true,” he replies. “For example, I also remember you were really in love with working with clay your junior year. Ceramics, right?”
“Yes!” I laugh. “Oh my God, how did you remember that?”
I doubt my mom would even remember that if I brought it up or showed her any of my pieces.
“You think I got to where I am today without paying attention to detail?” His words for some reason have a profound effect on me. It’s the first time in my life anyone’s truly showed an interest in me. I knew Baron liked me, but up until now it was purely physical. “Can you get a degree in that?”
“I think so,” I reply. “But…I dunno. It seems like a stupid thing to major in. Waste of money.”
“I’ll let you in on a little secret, princess. When you’re as rich as I am, nothing is a waste of money. Especially when it’s being spent on you.”
I’m blushing so hard that I don’t even know what to say. Better try and crack a joke then.
“Does that include a Birkin Bag?”
“Don’t turn into a gold-digger now, princess,” Baron smirks, poking me gently in the ribs. “Or I’ll have to trade you in for another model.”
“Another model!” I laugh. “You jerk!”
Compared to how things went when we met, the day is a complete reversal. We walk through the sunlit foliage to a grassy meadow, and Baron produces two sandwiches from his bag and a bottle of sparkling water to share.
“I’m surprised you don’t have a private chef and dining room table set out for us,” I tease.
“This is more romantic.” He smiles.
“Oh is it?” I’m hungrier than I realized and take a big bite of the sandwich. My eyes go wide. “Turkey and honey mustard? How did you know this was my favorite?”
Again, Baron just smiles and shakes his head. “What did I tell you about me being observant?”
“God, I feel like such a bad woman,” I reply, trying not to laugh as I chew. “You’ve made me breakfast and a sandwich, and I’ve done absolutely nothing for you.”
“Don’t worry. There’s plenty of time to learn how to cook
