Page 8 of Daddy's Obsession
“Let’s get you dried off and tucked into bed.”
Mmm. Bed sounds perfect right now. I start to agree, but my words are cut off by a yawn. I don’t fight when Gage helps me from the bathtub and dries me off with a fluffy white towel. He picks me up and carries me princess-style to my bed. I lay my head on his shoulder and enjoy the closeness. Gages tucks me into bed and I instantly miss his arms around me.
“Will you sleep with me? Daddy,” I ask, feeling shy.
He leans over me, pushing my hair away from my face and kisses me softly. “I need to make a couple of calls.”
For some stupid reason tears prick my eyes. I don’t want him to leave me. How is it that he’s been here less than twenty-four hours and I already feel like I can’t be without him? I’m crazy. My teenage crush has grown into something out of control. I know he said that I’m his, but does that mean he’s mine? Does it mean he wants me long-term or is this just until he leaves for his next job? My heart clenches at the thought. What if he’s like this with all of his clients? My stomach turns sickly when I consider that maybe this is how he keeps his clients happy and close.
No. I push the thought away. Gage isn’t like that. We had a connection years ago even if he pushed me away. I know it. I think…
You could be wrong,my brain helpfully suggests.
“No pouting.” Gage rubs my bottom lip. “You won’t be sleeping alone. I just have to check in with my team. Get some sleep, princess. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Gage groans and gives me a quick but fierce kiss. When he stands, I can see his hard length pressing against his jeans and I realize that he didn’t take any pleasure for himself. I reach for him, suddenly feeling very much awake. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel. Gage catches my wrist before I can touch him. I gasp at his rough grip.
“No. I said you need to sleep.”
“But you didn’t…”
“Do I need to spank your bottom to remind you of who is in charge?”
The wicked look in his eyes tells me that he would very much like to remind me that he is in charge. The wetness between my legs says that I would like it, too, but I don’t want to disappoint him. I want to be his good girl. I shake my head and curl up under the covers.
“Good night, princess.”
I close my eyes and fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. Sometime later, I feel the bed dip just before Gage pulls me into his chest. I cuddle into him and drift off again. I sleep the sleep of the dead. The months of constant travel and work and the amazing orgasms from the night have exhausted me. I need a break, but I have another month of back-to-back jobs before I get a short reprieve.
I’m having the most amazing dream. Gage is caressing my breasts while his mouth works between my legs. My hands are bound over my head and I’m completely at his mercy. His fingers pluck my nipples, pinching and tugging them until every touch is white-hot pleasure-pain from how sensitive they are. Gage thrusts his tongue inside me, and the sensation is earth-shattering. The slick heat as he explores my inner depths drives me crazy with lust. His fingers replace his tongue and he sucks my clit between his lips. I arch against him, crying out in pleasure. My orgasm is barreling down on me and there’s no stopping it. I jerk awake as my orgasm rips through me. Gage crawls up my body, settling between my legs as I pant with exertion.
“Best dream ever,” I say breathlessly.
Gage chuckles and I’m warmed by the sound. He’s always so serious. I like seeing this side of him. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Time to wake up and eat breakfast. Well, lunch really, but it’s pancakes so…”
“Lunch?” I shriek, wiggling out from under him. I nearly pass out when I see the time; it’s almost half past noon. I had a fitting for a runway show early this morning and then a photoshoot right after. “Crap on a cracker! Bridgette is going to freak.”
“Calm down, I cleared your schedule for the day. You need a break.”
Calm down?Is he nuts?
“But the show… the photoshoot…” Panic flares hot and heavy when I think about how mad my stepmother will be. I never miss jobs. Ever. I did a photoshoot in Bali even though I was suffering from food poisoning. Bridgette would never agree to me missing one job, let alone two. That’s thousands of dollars that won’t be deposited into her accounts. I’ll never hear the end of it.
“It’s handled. The designer has your measurements, she’s going to do a quick fitting Saturday before the show.MissMagazinewas happy to reschedule.”
“Does Bridgette know?” I cringe at the thought of explaining things to her. Gage’s expression turns dark at the mention of my stepmother.
“She’s been handled.” He doesn’t elaborate, and I can only imagine the conversation went down like a lead balloon. “Now come eat before your food gets cold.”
I take a quick detour to the bathroom. I’m shocked by my mussed reflection. My lips are kiss swollen and I have little love bites on my neck… that’s going to cause a stir. Hopefully Jet can cover them. The idea makes me kind of sad. I like the idea of being marked by Gage… by my daddy. I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face, deciding I’ll tackle my messy hair later.
Gage is sitting at the little dinette table reading something on his phone with a frown on his face.
“Everything okay?”
“Nothing for you to worry about, princess.”