His fingers drew up and down my back, circling in small movements as I caught my breath. Bashfully, I wiped my fingers along my lips. For some reason, it worried me enough to check if I’d missed even a drop of his seed, but I found nothing. My face was clean. I’d swallowed everything and that made me rather proud of myself.
I grinned and nestled my cheek into the hollow of his neck. I breathed in deeply, taking in the masculine scent of his cologne mixed with the gentle aroma of his sweat and arousal. I found it calming and did it again, inadvertently pressing my body even closer to his as I did so. His palm dropped to my backside, squeezing it possessively and for some strange reason, that made me smile.
We lay together like that for a while and when I was ready, I tentatively lifted my head.
“May I have another mimosa, Daddy?” I asked. I was thirsty after all of that.
“One more couldn’t hurt, I think,” he said with a grin.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Good girls deserve to be spoiled sometimes, don’t they?” he asked. There was an air of command in his tone that made my clit throb to life once more.
I blushed and looked away, but he cleared his throat.
“Answer me, little girl,” he warned as his hand dropped threateningly to cup my bare backside.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, feeling my face flush heatedly with embarrassment to be made to say such a dirty thing.
“Good girl. Now stand up,” he instructed. He offered a helping hand, and I took it. I climbed to my feet and before I could reach down and cover myself, he was already kneeling and grasping my panties within his fingers. He pulled them up and I shivered, the effect of him dressing me feeling just as arousing, if not more so, than him undressing me.
With my bottom and my pussy no longer bare, he brushed his fingertips over the thin fabric, making me shiver again. Next, he pulled my jeans into place. Once the zipper was done up and he’d buttoned them, he roughly cupped my bottom and pulled my body against him so that his cock was pressing right up against my pussy.
He was hard again.
The man was a beast.
I flushed at the thought.
“I’m looking forward to taking off every last piece of clothing off this beautiful body when I return,” he murmured, and his words forced a jolt of arousal straight to my clit.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped as his fingertips dug even deeper into my bottom.
“Sit down, baby girl. I’ll get you another drink,” he demanded, and I shuffled over to the chairs at the island once more. Sore and incredibly well satisfied, I couldn’t think of any sassy retort, nor did I feel like I needed to.
Right now, I was happy, and I allowed myself to live in the moment.
It was all going to change soon, but I’d deal with it then. I smiled as I watched him mix me a second cocktail and took it graciously when he offered it to me. I took a small sip, wanting to quench my thirst and a momentary sadness passed over me at the fact that I was washing away the taste of him.
I’d never taste him like that again.
I pushed that painful thought away as soon as it came over me. With a deep breath, I took another sip.
“Thanks, Daddy,” I said softly.
“It’s my pleasure, little girl.” he answered.
His smile was gorgeous. The way his eyes glinted with satisfaction and complete happiness just melted me from the inside out. I was thankful to be sitting down because every time he smiled in my direction, my legs turned to jelly, and the seat of my panties grew wet.
“When does your flight leave?” I asked while sipping the delicious mimosa.
“In just about an hour and a half,” he answered.
My own smile faltered when I realized how short of a time that I had left with him, and I looked down as quickly as I could. Swirling the liquid slowly in the flute, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that I would likely never see that face again because when I left, I was going to have to go back to the Father and tell him about how I had failed the organization.
“You should probably start packing,” I said, still staring at the table.
“It’s already done. I have people for that sort of thing,” he answered, and my gaze tore back up at him.
“Here now?” I squealed and he grinned dangerously.
I didn’t even need to ask. I knew the answer already. They’d probably heard everything that happened here in the kitchen between him and me.
They’d probably heard me call him Daddy too.
* * *
Once Dean left, I spent the day traversing the house. I explored everything, trying to find as much information out about him as I could, but he was a careful man, and he hid it well. I found out nothing more than I already knew. There were several locked doors and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get them open.
I made phone calls to several of my connections, but none of them could break through the technology to get the doors open. There was one that I was able to pick the lock and enter, which seemed to be the compound security command center. From the view on the monitors, there were cameras everywhere. From the front door to the back door, there didn’t seem to be a place that wasn’t covered from my initial observations. Upon closer inspection though, I realized that there were a number of blind spots. The service entrances had a number of angles that I could sneak through without coming into the camera’s view.
Most of the hallways were under constant surveillance, however. For the first day, I watched the comings and goings of several of the
