Page 15 of Time Out

It would be better to have Fay in my house,ourhouse, wandering around undermyroof with all the same wonder inher eyes I see right now. That would be the only way to improve on this moment. The fire damage is repaired, and the place is almost back to livable, but I’m not putting her anywhere that isn’t perfect like her.

I know she thinks this place is mine. I haven’t told her that directly, but right now with the sight of her and the way she danced on my toes like my perfect little girl, all that seems like distant details.

The way she enjoyed the pizza, too. God, it was a sight to behold. I love every inch and intend to taste them all.

“It looks sort of like it’s out of a fairy tale. All stone and ivy. Can we go see it?”

“Of course, baby.”

I need to make her mine. Right fucking now. I’ll be planted inside of her, and she’ll never be rid of me.

I may not be the billionaire that owns this house, but my life is on point. I can take care of her forever and give her everything her little heart desires. I’ll be the man she wants and needs, but first I need to claim what I already know is mine.

I sent a courier back to the club as well, to retrieve her stuff. I talked to Wilson last night to make sure he got whatever belonged to her and secured it. It was sad as fuck when the driver dropped off her belongings.

She had a tattered Minecraft backpack stuffed with two changes of clothes, toothbrush and toothpaste, and some other toiletries, along with a couple tattered squishy sort of stuffed black dogs.

Why is she carrying her stuff like that? Like she’s going to stay at a hotel for the night? The whole abandoned house and the depressing contents of her backpack tell me a story I need to put a happy ending on.

There was also a prepaid cell that was out of minutes, and her wallet with seven dollars and fourteen cents, and a library card.It all made me angry, and my drive to keep her and take care of her expanded inside of me exponentially.

What’s a soft, sweet beauty like her doing out in the world alone?

I shake my head. I’ll find out, but I know this, she will never be alone again. I don’t think I’ll ever let her out of my sight, to be honest. I feel my heart already ripping apart at the very thought of her going back out in the world without me.

I didn’t let on, and find it concerning and confusing that she hasn’t asked about her things, but again, these are all details. My cock and my need to make her mine convince me we can deal with the details later.

With her wrapped in a thick, faux fur blanket, I crouch down when we get to the back door leading to the path toward the little guesthouse.

“What?” She squishes up her nose, looking down at me.

“Hop on. You don’t have any shoes. I’m not going to let you walk on the cold, wet ground in bare feet.”

The joy drains from her face as she tucks in her lower lip. “It’s okay, I’ll walk, it’s not like it’s snowing.”

She forces a smile onto those pink lips I’ve barely been able to stop kissing since last night, but I snap my fingers and jerk my thumb toward my back.

“Climb on, or I’m going to tear up that ass in a way you won’t like.”

She hesitates. “I’m not really alittlegirl. I mean, you obviously know that. It wasChubby Chasersnight—”

I stand bolt upright in a flash, spin her around and flip up the tail of my dress shirt she’s wearing, tug down the light blue pair of boxers she picked out from the pack I had in my room, and deliver three fast, hard swats to her gloriously jiggling bottom.

She hoots and hisses and I give her three more on the other cheek, watching her flesh rise in red heat. The sight of thoseplump, round butt cheeks quivering after each blow hasmeready to blow.

“That hurts!” she whines, but I ignore it and crouch down again, reaching back to wrap my hands around the backs of her calves and pull her forward.

“I warned you. When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done. Now, you’re going to have to say you’re sorry, and I’m going to teach you what sorry looks like when we get to where we are going. Now, get on my back, do not try Daddy’s patience.”

With a growl, the softness of her ample tits are against my back and I easily stand, shrugging her into place, my forearms supporting her behind her knees while her arms wrap around my neck. I feel more like myself giving this girl a piggyback ride than I think I have in my entire life.

I walk the long stone path with the fall breeze kicking up the leaves around my feet, crunching some of the fallen ones with each step as Fay bounces against my back. The warmth of her spread pussy centered on my spine makes me dizzy, knowing that very soon I’m going to feed her womb with the load I’ve been saving, but not before I give her a good hard mouth fuck for disobeying me.

Inside the small structure, I’m relieved the heat has been left on, so it’s warm enough for her to get naked and not feel cold. The place is furnished like a five-star suite in warm, modern whites and neutrals, with colorful artwork on the walls. It’s a wide-open space with the stone cut away during a remodel to leave the entire back wall in floor to ceiling glass, the back part of the tree-lined property looking like some Hudson River Valley artist painting.

She’s got those wide, trusting, seeking eyes, and I want to shove my cock down her throat until she gags and cries, but I don’t want her cold.

Fuck, these new feelings are weird.

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