Page 6 of Daddy's Obsession
“Leave it down.” I didn’t realize I was going to speak until the words were out of my mouth. “Your hair is beautiful.”
Estella looks at me through the mirror, a shy smile on her lips as she nods in agreement. Jet gives me a disapproving look but says nothing. Smart man. Estella seems to really like him; I’d hate to have to hurt him for getting in my way.
* * *
The gala is a fuckingsecurity nightmare. Paparazzi are everywhere, and the security is dismal at best. Estella is involved in a lot of different charities, but the Survivors’ Coalition is the one that is nearest and dearest to her. After what happened with Nelson, she understandably felt a kinship to women who have survived sexual assault and she’s become a spokeswoman and a face for the charity.
I scan the room, looking for potential problems or threats. Estella is talking with the founder of Survivors’ Coalition and a couple of the members of the board of trustees. They are breaking ground on a new center where women can go for free counseling and support through group and art therapy. Estella seems especially excited about the different art-based programs that will be available. Her happiness is contagious, and I find myself fighting to keep an unaffected look on my face… when my eyes land on Brent Myers as he makes his way across the room toward Estella, any bit of happiness in my expression dies a swift death.
Brent waltzes right up to Estella, putting his arm around her as if he has the right to touch her. Estella’s whole body tenses and she shoots me a wary look as she discreetly tries to move out of Brent’s hold. I can see her desperation not to make a scene warring with her desire to shove Brent away.
“Hey, baby, sorry I’m late,” Brent says.
“Get your fucking hands off her.” My tone brokers no argument. The surprised gasps from the people closest to Estella do nothing to temper my aggression. Brent obviously lacks any kind of self-preservation instincts, because the little fucker throws his head back and laughs before pulling Estella closer. “Last chance before I start breaking things.”
I almost hope the fucker doesn’t move. I want to break things. Starting with that arm he has wrapped aroundmywoman. Whatever Brent sees when he stops laughing and really takes me in must make him realize how deathly serious I am because he visibly swallows before taking a step away from Estella. He puts his hands up in front of him in the universal sign of ‘no harm done.’
“Call off your bulldog, Stel.”
“What are you doing here, Brent?” she asks instead.
“I want you back, baby. I messed up.” He gives me a wary look, then turns his attention fully to Estella. “Can we go somewhere and talk?”
Estella shakes her head. “No, there’s nothing to talk about.”
He starts to take a step toward her but thinks better of it and stays put. Maybe he isn’t as stupid as I originally thought. “Please, baby. Don’t do this to us.”
“Brent, there is no us.”
“But—”
I slap my hand down on Brent’s shoulder. “You heard the lady. Leave.”
“This isn’t over,” he says, then pushes angrily through the crowd toward the exit.
“You okay?” I ask Estella.
For a split second her eyes betray her true feelings—frustration, anger, and sadness—but then her mask is firmly back in place. “I’m fine. Thanks.” She turns back to her companions and the conversation picks back up. I stay closer than absolutely necessary, not wanting to risk anyone else touching my woman.
Two hours later we are back at the hotel and Estella looks like she’s about ready to collapse. “Sit down, princess. Relax, I’ll run you a bath.”
“Oh, you don’t—”
I cut off her protest with a hard look. “I said sit down.”
Her bottom instantly hits the edge of the bed. “I was just going to take a quick shower…” she says almost absently. She wants to argue but at the same time wants to obey.
“And I want to give my princess a bath.”
“Oh… That would be,” she pauses to catch her breath, those big blue eyes of hers blinking up at me, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks as she looks at me with pure innocence, “nice.”
Once the tub is full, I return to the bedroom to find Estella sitting in the exact same position. I pull her to her feet and into my arms. She comes to me willingly. With a finger under her chin, I tilt her face up. I want to see her every expression as I undress her. I reach behind her and slowly work her zipper down. When her back is fully exposed, I run my hands over her soft skin. Her eyes glaze with desire at my touch.
Unable to help myself, I kiss her. Like before, her lips part easily and she succumbs, giving herself to me. I trail kisses down her neck and over her shoulder. I slowly push her dress down, kissing my way down her body until I’m on my knees in front of her, my face inches from her sweet pussy.
“Are you wet?”
Her cheeks blush at my question. She may stand in front of me boldly in nothing but her skimpy bra and panties but she’s still my blushing virgin. I love that about her. She’s confident in her skin, yet sweet and innocent where it counts. Including her hot little cunt. I press my mouth to her lace-covered mound, craving a taste.