Page 16 of The Music in Me

“Ugh. That is such a sad thing to say.” I sighed and leaned back against him. “Please, tell me you plan on relieving all this pressure at some point, Daddy. It’s starting to hurt, getting teased like this over and over again.”

“Tonight,” he promised, ruffling my hair. “You’ll get your reward and punishment tonight.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” I said, giddy with excitement and not worried about being punished. I’d take a hundred spankings if it ended with Leon’s cock buried deep inside me, giving me the orgasm I was starting to look forward to more than anything else in the world.

After horse riding, Leon took me back to the house and fed me lunch, then sent me to my room to take a nap even though I wasn’t sleepy. I thought about arguing with him, then remembered anything I said or did would be held against me later that night. So I clamped my mouth shut, went to my room, and somehow actually ended up sleeping for a few hours.

When I woke up, the sun was just starting to set and I went to the kitchen to get a drink. Hearing the sound of splashing water, I looked through the window and saw Leon swimming in the lake. The setting sun had thrown a golden glow over the water’s surface, and the silhouette of his ripped body was framed against the backdrop of the lake. He moved with effortless grace, long arms slicing the water as the ripples of the lake caressed his form like a lover’s embrace. I wanted to caress his form like a lover’s embrace.

I still had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that ever since Leon and I arrived at this cabin, a lot of things had changed. And even though he said it was just for the weekend, it was hard not to imagine our life once we left the safety and secrecy of this beautiful cabin and the surrounding mountains.

The thought of returning to what we used to be felt… strangely unappealing. Leon had awoken a beast inside me, and I didn’t think three days was enough to tame it and cage it back. I didn’t know that I wanted it caged again.

Before bed, I had showered and shaved like Leon wanted me to. And as the water ran down my body and between my legs, the temptation to follow the flow of the water with my hand and stroke my clit to the memory of the way he’d touched me on that horse made my knees buckle. I was so close to bursting with need that I knew I wouldn’t need more than a few touches, and Leon never had to find out.

Yet alone in the bathroom, desperately craving some relief from being brought to the brink of orgasm again and again with no respite, I still couldn’t do it because Leon was right. He was the only person I wanted to make me come. I craved his touch like an addict, looking forward to showing him that I’d done what he’d wanted. I’d been his good little girl.

I was only a few years out of high school when he found me, and I was still not convinced I wanted to attend college. He was ten years older, and his guidance and leadership had been crucial to a young, naive woman trying to navigate a cutthroat industry that had chewed and spat out a thousand others just like me.

In the beginning, he really was like a father figure to me, and I learned to trust his advice, even as he taught me to be the independent and freethinking woman I became. In that way, he was my guardian in those early years. Then we became friends. And now, I was his baby girl again. Only it was different this time.

Because this time, I was not just some amateur singer strumming guitars and singing my heart out on the stage of some seedy club. Neither was I the multi-award-winning rock star who had gone on to churn out dozens of hit records under his management. I was also a woman. A woman who seemed to have lost her mind because I knew more than anyone that Leon didn’t do relationships.

I had known him for over a decade and watched the endless parade of women who walked in and out of his life like a revolving door. I envied those women and the attention they got from him at times. I was human, after all, and I’d heard the rumors about his sexual proclivities. Now, I was the subject of those proclivities, and it felt better than I could have ever imagined.

Outside the window, Leon braced himself on the dock and climbed out of the water, and I couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly sexy he looked. Sexual appeal radiated from him like a beacon amid the tranquil beauty of the lake. The setting sun lent his skin a mesmerizing glow, accentuating the curves of his rippling body.

As he emerged from the water and stood on the dock, droplets cascaded down his skin, and I felt a flutter of excitement stir within me. He wore swimming trunks that were so tight and bunched at the crotch that I wished I could wrap my hands around the treasure they hid. He had a raw magnetism, a primal allure that set my feminine senses on fire, and I knew three days wouldn’t be enough to quench those flames. But it would have to be because I knew this fantasy had an expiration date, and when we left the cabin, we would have to go back to our old life where he was my manager and I was not his baby girl.

Chapter Four

Iwas working on my music in the spare bedroom when the door swung open, and Leon stood in the doorway.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he said, glancing at the sheet I was writing on before turning to me. “I laid an outfit out for you. Why don’t you take a shower and get dressed? I’m sure the food will be ready before you’re done.”

“A dress?” I asked, wondering just how many surprises he’d planned for this getaway and how long he’d been planning them.

“Yes, Kira,” he said, caressing my cheek and stroking my lips with his thumb. “I want my princess to look pretty for me at dinner. You want to be pretty for me, don’t you?”

I nodded mutely as I looked into his eyes.

“Use your words, baby,” he whispered to me. “Always use your words when I ask you a question.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied after swallowing. “I want to be pretty for you.”

“That’s my girl.” His voice had gone deep and soft, a feathery caress across my senses that left me wondering what else he had in store for me.

My throat had gone dry, and I resisted the urge to pull his thumb into my mouth and start sucking. It was a poor substitute for what I really wanted, but it was better than nothing. He stepped away before I made up my mind, and I sighed in frustration. Reminding myself that I had just a few more hours to endure this torture, I got up and made my way to my room.

I fell in love with the dress on the bed the moment I laid my eyes on it. Made of green satin with a high neckline, it had a fitted waist that flowed into a sweeping skirt and stopped just a few inches shy of touching the ground. It looked elegant and dainty, like a prom dress or something a princess would wear to a ball.

The innocence evoked by the gown was immediately countered by the lingerie set right next to it. Black lace garter stockings and belt with a matching bra were the very definition of sinfully seductive. It took me a few seconds to register that the tiny scrap of lace next to it was a matching thong, and I creamed at the mere thought of Leon seeing me in it. Impatient to try the outfit and see the look in his eyes when he saw me, I hurried to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, I walked out of the bedroom, steadying myself against the wall as I got used to the heels that came with the outfit. It had been a long time since I’d worn shoes this high, and I needed a few steps to get used to them. I had looked at myself in the mirror before stepping out, and the woman who stared back at me was almost unrecognizable.

It was not the fact that I looked like every man’s wet dream that surprised me, but the excitement in my eyes as I got ready to have dinner with Leon. It had been a really long time since I’d been that excited about anything, and it reminded me of just how much my life had changed since Anthony broke my heart.

Leon stood in the kitchen, reading the label on the back of a bottle of wine, when I stepped in. I waited for him to notice my presence, watched him raise his head and turn in my direction, and saw the moment he caught sight of me in the doorway. His gaze turned dark, and his nostrils flared. He made a sound low in his throat that sounded like a growl, and my nipples hardened in response.

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