Page 4 of Lesson on Depravity
It’s been two weeks, nearly three, since I have touched my princess. This test of my patience opened my eyes to new findings; I would be willing to start a war with the other gang by killing their leader for Coco, and I also found out just how difficult I can be without my princess.
My men have suffered the burden of this rage for as long as she wasn’t with me.
They don’t have to anymore. Now that my little Coco is back and abandoned that childish dream of freedom, life can return to what it was.
“I missed you, Daddy.”
I run my hand down her back, making her arch under my touch as she mewls softly with her sweet voice. I have missed her, too, and her scent takes up space in my lungs greedily as I press my nose to her hair.
“Daddy wants you to shower, be clean, and in our bed when I come in.” I pat her ass, and she doesn’t react to the touch as she’s used to it.
She nods, happily smiling while she knows that I’m not too angry about her decision to try to be an adult and giving up halfway. I have always had a higher patience level for Coco, but that comes to bite me in the ass when she does something so damn innocently arousing.
“I’ll be quick, Daddy!” she announces, and she darts away with her small feet smacking on the floor.
She runs back and forth from the bathroom and the bedroom when she forgets stuff, but I let her shower while I take out my phone.
I dial Tito’s number, and he picks it up after the fourth ring, but it’s not his voice that echoes first. It’s a woman’s moan, and I couldn’t resist my eyes from flashing white for a moment at the horny bastard.
He can’t go one night without taking someone to his bed. Whatever, as long as he does what I tell him to do, then he can die during sex for all I care.
“The house on the hill with blue curtains. Get the stuff and return it to me.”
Tito groans, and disgust runs through me as the woman’s voice becomes louder. I breathe through my nose impatiently as Tito loses himself in whatever the hell he’s doing with the woman.
“Sure, you got it, boss.” The phone receives a loud creaking from a bedframe and the woman’s extreme moaning. “That where Coco lived—”
“Do not say her name,” I bark over the phone.
Coco is a pure soul, and I’d be damned to let her name be tainted by a man-whore in the middle of sex with a nameless woman. No one should call her name in anything sort of common courtesy.
“Sorry, sorry, boss—fuck, slow down, woman! You’re going to break my family jewel!”
I hang up the phone, unwilling to hear more bullshit as the message is relayed. I just need to wait and hear back from him that everything Coco owned will be returned to me, and the house is vacant of everything.
I will burn whatever she doesn’t need and let her keep the sentimental shit she chooses out of the junk Tito will bring to me.
The steam from the bathroom indicates that Coco just left, and I hop into the shower quickly, washing away the whole day of filth on me. The speed I use to clean up and dress would make a sportsman bow in shame.
I walk into the bedroom, shutting the door and blocking the light to the room. Coco lays on the bed, her head filling her side of the pillow and curling into a ball.
Slipping into the bed and deciding not to take in her beauty in the moonlight, I dig my arms around her vulnerable body. She snuggles further into my chest and sighs contentedly. Her body melts in my touch, and her breathing evens out, but she’s still awake.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really miss you.”
I press a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep. We will talk tomorrow.”
“Are you mad?” she continues.
I growl. The vibration shocks her, and she shrinks down into the covers. “I said sleep, princess.”
Her voice becomes meek. “Goodnight, Daddy. I love you.”
Chapter Two
Coco
I curl my toes, mindful of the sensation tickling under my feet as I wait patiently at home for Daddy to return. Early in the morning, he had left the house with a note at the nightstand, telling me to stay put and not leave the house.