Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I love walking barefoot through the house. The floors go from satin-finished wood planks, to rough cut travertine to natural sealed slate. The textures and temperature differences greet each step as I look at Lennie’s blue and white cashmere blanket I bought her for Christmas the first year here.
She wraps herself in it when she sits in her spot in the corner of the cream and white herringbone velvet sofa. The couch is so soft once you settle in, you never want to leave. She’s sat there so many hours, either on her computer or watching the mammoth TV mounted above the fireplace.
She’s come down less and less these last months and I’m sure it’s because my vibe has been fucking manic when it comes to her. I work my way around in the dim light from the Tiffany lamp on the end table and lower myself into the spot where she usually sits, comforted and fucking turned on by sitting in her place, wondering if she’s ever sat here with a bare ass. Maybe her bare pussy with those little blonde curls brushing against the fabric.
I pull her blanket to my face, drawing a long breath of her cherry and cream scent. Knowing this blanket has touched everywhere. She holds it to her mouth when she’s watching a scary movie and wraps herself in it whenever she sits here.
My balls draw up into my gut thinking about it. Wondering how it will feel when I sink into that tightness, hold myself steady and shoot my seed against her ripe, unprotected womb. I let my head fall back, the ache in my cock doubling as I breathe through the cashmere, knowing I should get to the office. Deal with the situation. But there’s nowhere I want to be but right here. With her in her bed and me, covered in shame for how I feel about my stepdaughter. Not to mention, my employee.
“Cade?” Her soft voice has me on my feet, her blanket still in my tight fists. “I forgot my blanket.”
There she is and I see her in a way I haven’t before. Yes, she’s my Lennie, the little girl I vowed to care for and raise as my own, but it’s so much more. She’s in my t-shirt, my boxers and her nipples press out on the fabric. The murderous jealousy that engulfed me when I saw Ryan Nolan with his hands on her bubbles up from my core to my sternum.
The violence she inspires in me hasn’t surfaced since my youth. I’ve worked hard to channel that rebellious, counter-culture energy into work. Once I saw the power of my position, my wealth, losing control would only serve to erode what I was trying to build.
But, from that first moment when those paparazzi put her in danger at Disney-fucking-World, the old Cade was ripe and ready to fight. A war if necessary. And with what happened last night and the blow back that’s all over by now, war is what has come to pass.
“Sorry, I was just using it. Makes me think of you.”
She tiptoes around the couch as I hold the soft fabric out for her to take, then, in a moment of clarity, I draw it back. The dark, wonderful fantasies that have plagued me root into my soul and I pat the seat on the sofa next to me.
“Sit down.” I order, pointing to the cushion next to me. “Now.” I add, a rumble in my chest as the conflict between the promises I’ve made and the needs I have go to war.
She is still for a moment, her eyes glassy, her blonde hair messy around her pink cheeks. She swallows and I wonder how that would feel around the head of my cock.
“Are we…going to watch a movie?” She asks, the quiver in her voice telling me she knows that’s not what’s happening here.
“Is that what you want to do? Snuggle in next to Daddy and watch a movie under the blanket together?”
How I’ve made it this long without deep dicking her and making her mine I don’t know. She’s so sweet and so fuckable it’s taken a force of will I didn’t know I had to hold off this long, but I’m not going to make it much longer. I need her. The raw monster inside of me is clawing his way out, and right or wrong, this Daddy is taking his little one tonight.
“Yes, that would be nice. I can’t sleep.”
“Sit.” I nod next to me, as I grab the remote and click on the TV, searching then playing what I know is her favorite movie. “I’ll always give you what you want, Lennie, baby, just like always. But now, things are going to be different.”
“How?” Her bright eyes are locked on mine, that sweetness that’s dripped into my soul for years needs to be made dirty and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.