Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Finally, he stops and I hear the slipper being dropped to the floor.
“Kneel,” he says and pushes me down to the carpet.
I kneel before him, mouth open, tongue out.
“The only cock you ever watch coming is mine, yes?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy,” I say and open my mouth again. But Daddy puts his fingers under my chin and closes my mouth and it’s clear what he’s going to do.
I watch as he jerks his magnificent cock, the head flushing purple, veins proud as he works his cock like crazy.
I gasp when he comes, aimed in my direction. My mouth opens on instinct anyway as his cum splatters my face, hot spurt after hot spurt and I fucking love it.
“Good girl,” he says, using one finger to scrape the cum into my mouth. “I hope you have learned your lesson.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you,” I say, slurping his cum down.
The smile on Daddy’s face is to die for.
“You really are something, Holly,” he says. “But now, it’s shower time.”
He doesn’t clean me out with a flannel this time, just washes me like a precious angel and gets me dressed up ready to go. He even pulls my socks up and fastens my tie for me.
I eat cereal and drink juice while Daddy disappears upstairs. He returns suited and booted in a deep brown getup that shows off his hair.
“I hope you have a good day at college, sweetheart,” he says, following me through to the hallway as I grab my schoolbag and suitcase.
“Thanks, Daddy. You have a good day, too.” I smile at him. “I had a great night being home with you again.”
“Likewise. Keep an eye on your inbox. I hope I’ll be seeing you again very soon.” He pauses. “Just so long as no unexpected projects turn up, but I think you’re through with them. Call it an inkling.”
There’s a sparkle in User 762’s eyes. A calm confidence in his stance.
“I hope so.” I hold up my fingers. “Fingers crossed.”
He steps up beside me to open the front door, kissing me on the cheek one final time before I step outside.
“Goodbye, Ella,” he says, and I do a double take, my eyes like saucers as they meet his.
Ella.
Oh my fucking God, he just called me Ella!
I’d figure it was a mistake, but he doesn’t bluster, just keeps a calm smile.
“Keep an eye on the news as well as your inbox,” he tells me. “I have a feeling someone else is going to have unexpected projects they have to deal with. People reap what they sow.”
“I don’t understand,” I say.
“I mean someone who treated my little gold hearted girl like a piece of trash. Someone with an ego far bigger than any Stuart or Neil you could come up with.” He puts a finger to his lips. “That’s all I’m going to say. I’ve said far more than I should have. Just believe me when I say Daddy cares about you. He would do all he can to stop any idiots hurting his little girl. Please feel free to put in a complaint to The Agency for me using your real name, it was not my place to do so. I just wanted to assure you that things will be ok. I know your trip away has been a difficult one.”
I don’t know what to say to that. He sounds so sure.
I figure I should be flipped out somehow that he knows my name is Ella, but I’m not.
I expect shame and horror, and the urge to explain myself, but nothing comes, just a quiet understanding between us.
Respect.
I won’t be reporting him to The Agency. Not a chance.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say. “I appreciate anything you’ve managed to do for your little girl.”
“Like I said, keep an eye on the news,” he replies. “The story should be breaking by now.”
“I will,” I tell him, then hug him goodbye.
I have to force my legs to walk down the street, fighting the urge to charge back to Daddy’s house as Ella and ask him a billion questions. There are a whole bunch of what, what, whats in my mind, but I have to shunt them aside.
He gave me the information he wanted to. A piece in a puzzle I haven’t yet seen.
D&S I send to Josh once I’m back in the cab on the way back to London.
Great, baby, he replies. Can’t wait to see you.
Another ping comes straight through. Another from Josh.
Have you seen what the hell is happening with Connor yet? Fucking hell, Ells. He’s screwed up bad. Real fucking bad. He’s gonna be destroyed after this shit. Farewell, motherfucker.
I get a rush of electric up my spine, the tiny hairs on my neck prickling with static.
Keep an eye on the news…
Daddy knew.
Whatever is happening, Daddy knew.
The breaking news isn’t hard to find. It’s the first thing I see on my feed when I call up social media.