Page 58 of Zade (Den of Sin)

Daddy:It was not unnecessary. You deserve the best and for tonight you have it. I’ll take you shopping soon. My baby girl will have everything she ever wants.

Me:I want you. I miss you.

Daddy:Soon baby. I might be able to finish up and be home earlier. I can’t wait to see you. I’m stepping into a meeting. I love you.

The excitement is almost too much to bear. I try to calm myself down because I don’t think it’s normal to feel like this. People go on dates every single day, it’s no big deal. After showering and shaving nearly every spec of hair on my body I get dressed into the lingerie while I decide exactly how to do my hair and makeup. After blow-drying my ridiculously thick hair, I straighten it before deciding to curl it. I can’t make up my mind. I want to look perfect for him. Zade is stupidly gorgeous. I want to look at least like someone he might date. I’m pretty but not supermodel pretty. After curling my hair in loose waves, I place the pins in my hair sporadically so there’s a little sparkle all over. Standing in front of the mirror I judge my every flaw but try to convince myself there’s nothing wrong with me. I nearly have a heart attack when I notice Zade standing behind me in the mirror.

He spins me around so I’m facing him, “Fuck. You’re exquisite. I knew you’d look amazing in this lingerie but this surpasses my wildest imagination. Stunning.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

His eyes darken, mine trail down his body and I notice his tented pants, I look back into his face when he growls, “You better go put your dress on before I fuck you senseless right here.”

I do as he says and put the dress he bought me on, “Can you zip up the back?”

He walks behind me and does it up for me, “Are you almost ready?”

Turning to him I wrap my hands around his biceps, “Yes. I’ve been waiting my entire life for this.”

Arching an eyebrow I see the confusion on his face, “What does that mean?”

I lower my gaze to the floor, feeling embarrassed, “I mean for a date. This is my first date.”

“Look at me when I speak to you.”

Reluctantly, I do as he says, afraid to see what he thinks about the fact that I’ve never even been on a date, “I’ll gladly take another one of your firsts. This is your first and last, first date. You’ll never go on another, because I’m fucking keeping you.”

His expression is dark and hungry, causing my clit to throb. I’m not sure what his exact plans are for tonight but I know it’ll be intense. If he keeps looking at me like that I’ll explode halfway through dinner. A moan escapes my lips and he chuckles, “My needy girl.”

Taking my hand he pulls me out of the room, “I don’t have a purse.”

“You won’t need it. I’ll take care of all your needs.”

We walk downstairs and out to the driveway where his vehicle is waiting but not just any vehicle, a freaking dark blue Jaguar. I blurt out, “Well, hello fancy pants.”

His deep chuckle causes goosebumps to spread over my skin. I slide in, feeling slightly embarrassed that his voice alone turns me on. The interior is a lighter blue than the outside, with neon lights along the inside of the door. Zade gets in on the driver's side and starts the car, the rumble of the engine is deep but smooth as velvet.

“You look beautiful,” he says as he takes off down the street. Zade lives just outside of Lake Las Vegas in a luxurious and serene area. Think golf courses, mountains, and a three-hundred-twenty-acre reservoir. It’s a thirty-five-minute drive to the strip in Las Vegas but the two places couldn’t possibly be more different. I love both places equally, however, I’m excited when I begin to see the Las Vegas lights. Fun fact, there are over twelve million lights on the strip. I was once curious as to the expense involved so I googled it, the annual light bill for the Las Vegas strip is over four hundred forty-four million dollars. It’s a lot of money but nothing compared to the nearly ten million dollars a day that the casinos bring in. There’s a lot of money here but also a lot of destruction. I knew a girl at school who had to transfer to public school because her father gambled her tuition away and then he took out a second and third mortgage on their home, they lost everything. I snickered internally when she told me he had said, it was a sure thing. There is only one sure thing in Vegas. The house always wins. Then again they don’t call it Sin City for nothing.

“Everything okay over there?”

I smile as I look out at the various lights at each of the casinos we pass, “Yes, I was thinking about the amount of money that this place generates.”

After telling him about my research he shakes his head, “I’d consider hiring you as a Research Assistant if I thought there was any chance I could keep my fucking hands off you all day long.”

Zade reaches over and drags his fingers over my exposed thigh, “Open baby girl.”

I spread my legs, and he brushes his thumb over my clit making me moan lightly. He keeps his eyes on the road but strums my clit like a musician plays an instrument they know by heart. I gasp when he pushes a finger inside me. He quickly takes it out and sucks on his finger as he pulls into the parking garage.

When he parks the vehicle he turns to me with a smirk, “If that makes you blush, baby just wait. Tonight I intend to destroy whatever innocence you have left. You’ll be Daddy’s perfect little fuck toy.”

My eyes widen as a gasp slips through my lips, leaning down, he presses his lips to mine. Sliding his hand around the side of my neck, he groans as our tongues swipe against each others, pulling back he grins, “You drive me fucking crazy.”

Zade gets out and comes around to my side and opens the door for me. Reaching down, he extends his hand to help me out of the vehicle, tucking me into his side, we walk to theStratosphere.

We are ushered into an elevator and the attendant presses the button for the one hundred-sixth floor. Once the doors slide open we walk hand in hand to theTop of the Worldrestaurant. I gasped when I saw the views of the Las Vegas strip through the windows. It’s breathtaking.

“The dining room revolves three hundred sixty degrees every eighty minutes,” Zade says.

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