Page 28 of Master Baldor
I felt so stupid. No wonder I had feelings for Shelby. She needed me, as Kara had needed me. Shit! Maybe this was my wake-up call to get out of attraction mode and back in the driver’s seat of the Dd/lg dynamic I was committed to having in my life. When the threat was gone, I could help Shelby have a proper life with a Daddy-Dom and good living conditions. An apartment with security, which she would need if she insisted on continuing to play live and go viral as she had been.
“Coffee?”
“Yes, please.”
Her wild hair was in disarray, making her look even younger than usual and I felt my resolve melting in the face of her youthful innocence. Shelby, still for a change and not hopped up on overexcitability, was an elixir, and I wanted to freeze us at the moment.
I sat down beside her and got busy cutting up the string of sausages. Shelby eyed me quizzically but stayed silent, thankfully, as I needed this grounding exercise more than she did. When everything on her plate was in bite sizes, I took my plate and sat back on the bed. We ate in companionable silence until our plates were empty.
I left Shelby to drink her coffee while I deposited the tray laden with our dirty dishes in the kitchen. Returning, I sat next to her and sipped my coffee. I found out that like myself, Shelby wasn’t used to waking and engaging in morning chitchat. I preferred to start off my days quiet and having her be the same was yet another way we jived.
I broke the silence when my coffee was done. “Shelby, I have some calls and things to do today and will be busy for a few hours. Will you be okay on your own?”
She sighed and stretched, making those little kitten sounds she made when we had sex. The type of sounds that made me want to leave the work for another time and maybe I would have, but this work was for Shelby’s benefit. Having her safe was my priority.
“More than okay. I need to set up my equipment and jump online, anyway. Once I get going, I don’t break until I’m drenched in sweat and hungry.” She eyed me speculatively. “But I’m guessing that’s not going to fly while I’m here?”
Ha! If I had my way, that would never fly again. I would have to work on some behavior modifications with her to ensure that once she was home, she kept up her new healthy habits.
“No, that will not fly. You will take a break for lunch in four hours. And you will make sure you are sufficiently hydrated, young lady.” At young lady, Shelby’s pupils dilated. Poor Little had been starved for all things Daddy. “Have I made myself clear, little miss?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I loved the pink that spread across her cheeks when she said, “Sir,” and wished to match the color on her other set of cheeks. She had the most spankable ass after all.
“Shelby, I expect to find empty water bottles, I will be monitoring how well you follow my rules, understood?”
She rolled her eyes and blew a stray curl out of her eyes. Oh, no she didn’t! I wanted to silently thank her for giving me the excuse to pinken her luscious backside and enjoyed her squeal of alarm as I dragged her over my lap.
I landed a loud spank across both cheeks and reveled in the pink outline that appeared a few moments later. “Shelby.” I landed another smack just above the first. “You will not roll your eyes at Daddy, is that clear?”
Before she could answer, I smacked the junction between her thighs and ass cheeks. She squealed and kicked, her pretty pussy peeping through her slick lips as she scissored her legs.
“Mmm, what’s this?” I dipped a finger into her honey and ran it up the crack of her ass. “Do you like it when Daddy spanks his naughty girl?” I cracked her ass several times and dipped my finger back in, running it up to her tight little bud. Shelby let loose a low growl, arching her back. “You want more, don’t you, little one?” I pressed against her tight bud and again she arched and bucked her hips.
I slapped the tops of her thighs. “But because you have been naughty, you will have to wait. I smacked her ass two more times and then stood her between my legs. “I will expect your obedience while you are under my care, little girl.”
A wide-eyed Shelby licked her lips before answering. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. If you need anything, and can’t find it, you’ll find me in my office.” I stood and deposited her on the bed, using all my will to not jump on top of her. I needed to keep my mind on safety.
Sure, go ahead and call it safety, you just don’t want anything to happen to her as it did with Kara, you know there are things beyond your control.
Fucking conscience!
I left and headed to my office, placing a call to Gabriel.
“You better be calling me for a beer, and not a favor.” Gabe’s throaty husk came on the line. His voice sounded like a typical New York mobster—a smoky growl that I’m sure has melted the panties off many women.
Heimdall was in better shape than most twenty-year-olds and blamed his private security firm as his reason for putting the rest of us to shame in the athletic department. I didn’t buy it as it had been fifteen years since he needed to be the poster boy for his budding personal security business. His competitiveness was probably more responsible and certainly what drove him to compete in triathlons around the globe.
“Nice talk for your best friend, Master Heimdall.”
His dry laugh never failed to make me smile. He was quite a character and my best friend.
“I need a favor, asshole. Beer is optional.” A rash of voices came and went. “Where are you?”
“The track. What do you need up there hidden in your private sanctuary that I haven’t already provided?”