Page 21 of Daddy's Temptation
“I might not be able to turn your boss into a toad, but I could break his nose for making you cry,” I growl, making her smile a little.
She’s talked about her boss being a jerk and about how she’s not happy at her job, but this is the first I’ve realized how truly miserable it’s making her. Not for the first time, I wonder why she doesn’t just quit if she’s this unhappy.
“If only. I’d hate for you to have an aggravated assault charge on your record. Trust me, I’ve looked into the whole ‘what happens when you break your boss’ nose’ thing.” She sighs sadly. “Unfortunately, he’s a big enough dick with deeper pockets than God himself and would totally use all his energy to ruin anyone who comes against him.”
I laugh. “Oh, my sweet angel, you underestimate me. My pockets might not be a deep as his, but I’ve got friends in high places… and low depending on what the situation calls for.”
For a bright shining moment, a real smile spreads over her face. I feel like beating my chest like a savage ready to claim his prize. I’ve never wanted to make someone happy as much as I crave this woman’s happiness.
She wipes her face free of the last of her tears. The happy smile is gone, but the utter despair she wore like a dark cloak has lifted from her eyes. I still want to wrap her in my arms and let her know she’s not alone and that I’ll be her knight in not so shining armor willing to do anything to make her happy.
Fuck me. I’m falling in love with Candace. Now more than ever, I have to find a way to convince her that we can be more than a temporary fling. Letting her go isn’t an option. She’s mine, and I refuse to lose her now that she’s crawled deep inside my heart and taken up residence.
We talk for a little longer. As our conversation goes on, Candace transforms back into the woman I held in my arms a few days ago. She looks happy and content… that is until her phone beeps with an incoming call. Her cute little nose scrunches up, and her smile fades away.
“Your boss?” I growl.
“No, my mom.”
“Okay, angel. I’ll let you go so you can answer. Send me a picture of you all dolled up tonight.”
Her eyes brighten a little, but her lips turn down with a frown. “I’d rather talk to you.”
“I don’t want to make a bad first impression by keeping you from answering your mom’s call.”
She mumbles something about that being the only impression she has. Reluctantly, she hangs up to call her mother back since the call flipped over to voicemail. Part of me loves the fact that she’d rather talk to me, another part wonders why she wouldn’t want to talk to her mom. I love my mother dearly and look forward to our weekly chats. Now that she’s retired, I don’t see her as often as I’d like. As soon as she retired, she sold her townhouse here in the city and started traveling the world. I miss her, but there’s no denying she’s happy traveling and seeing all the things she never got to see while raising my brother and me.
As always, when I think about Lewis, a wave of sadness punches me in the gut. My brother joined the Marines straight out of high school. He always wanted to follow in our father’s footsteps even though our mom hated the idea. My dad loved serving his country and spent a lot of time deployed to different parts of the world, helping keep it safe.
Mom worried like crazy when he was gone, knowing that he was sent to some of the world's most dangerous parts. Who knew that she should’ve been more worried about the dangers right here at home? I was fourteen when he was killed less than a mile away from home by a truck driver who fell asleep at the wheel and crossed into my father’s lane. The officer who told us about the accident told us he didn’t suffer. As if knowing my dad died on impact would make the pain of losing the rock of our family any less.
Lewis joined the Marines before the ink on his high school diploma was even dry. My brother died protecting our country, killed by a roadside bomb on his third tour to the Middle East. We were devastated when we got the news. My mom begged and pleaded for me not to become a soldier. It wasn’t a hard thing to promise because I had no desire to be a Marine.
She supported me throughout college, even giving me the start-up capital to open Bidden and Bound. Her support of me opening a BDSM club was shocking. She laughed when I told her my plans, then shocked the shit out of me when she wrote me a check for a three hundred thousand dollars. Then shocked me again when she said that dad had an excellent life insurance policy, and Roger, dad’s best friend, was a magician with finances. He's tripled the money ten times over since dad passed.
That’s how I started Bidden and Bound without a dollar of debt and a good chunk of money in the bank to boot. I look around my office with pride at what I’ve built over the years. My phone rings, pulling me out of my trip down memory lane. Time to focus on work and not on the years’ past.
It’s almost eight when the picture of Candace comes through. She looks stunning. Her long hair is swept up into some complicated updo exposing the long line of her neck. My cock is instantly hard as I think about dragging my tongue up her sweet skin. I take in the rest of her outfit, a little shocked at how modest her dress is.
Candace isn’t shy with her body. She’s tall and willowy with curves in all the right places. She could wear a potato sack and be the hottest girl in the room. This dress is the fanciest potato sack I’ve ever seen. I can’t say I’m disappointed about her modest wardrobe choice, but I am curious about the reason.
You look gorgeous, angel. I reply.
A few seconds later, my phone beeps.That’s a disappointment. I was going for matronly.
The very thought of her ever being able to be seen as matronly is ludicrous. She’s way too attractive to ever look anything less than beautifully sensual.
Sorry to disappoint. Every man in the room will want to devour you. Jealousy bubbles up inside me like a toxic cloud.
It takes a few minutes before the response comes through. I wish you were here to do the devouring.
Possessiveness takes the place of jealousy.And I would devour you. I’d eat you up like my favorite treat.
She sends me another message telling me she has to go. I remind her to call me after the party. Even though she doesn’t respond, I know she won’t forget our nightly call. I think about all the men who will be panting over my girl and swipe a hand down my face.
This is going to be a long fucking night.
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