Page 47 of Daddy Enforcer
“Daddy, I can explain!” I protest, my cheeks flushing hot red.
“No need,” Max says, his voice low and full of menace. “Don’t let me stop you. And that’s not a request either…”
I gasp as Max tosses me the half-peeled banana.
“Make use of it,” Max growls, his eyes focus on me as I take the banana and ease it into my mouth, holding it in place. “Good boy. Imagine it’s your Daddy’s cock. Keep it there until you cum. That’s an order.”
I do as I’m told and before long I’m pumping myself toward a hard, thrashing climax—with a mouth full of banana and my mind full of the dirtiest, wildest thoughts to go with it.
As I buck and writhe, the banana falls of my mouth and I scramble to put it back in, not wanting to displease my stern Daddy. But fortunately for me, it’s all good—Max simply walks over toward the bed and sits next to me as I buck my hips and shoot my hot load up into the air and all over my stomach.
“Jeepers, that was hot,” I say, breathless. “And I hope you prefer jeepers to the F-word.”
“Ha,” Max chuckles. “That’s a good boy. And that was so damn hot too.”
As the pair of us take a moment, the morning light filters through the cabin’s windows, soft and pale, casting a glowover the bedroom where I’m curled against Max, my body still tingling from our moment just now.
His arms are around me, strong and warm, and I feel so safe, so cared for, like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. But as I catch my breath, my mind drifts to my mom, to the distance that’s grown between us since Trent took over my life.
I miss her so much—her laugh, her hugs, the way we used to style each other’s hair and dream about my future. I pull back slightly, looking up at Max, his blue eyes steady and kind.
“Daddy,” I say, my voice soft, almost hesitant. “Can I… call my mom? I just need to hear her voice, to know she’s okay.”
Max’s face tightens, his jaw clenching like he’s wrestling with something heavy.
He sits up, running a hand through his dark hair, and I can see the conflict in his eyes.
“Billie,” he says, his voice low and careful, “I know how much you miss her. But right now, making contact could be dangerous—for you and for her. If Trent’s tracking your calls, or if his people are watching her, it could lead them straight to us. Or worse, to her.”
My heart sinks, a lump forming in my throat.
I hadn’t thought of that, but the way Max says it, so serious, makes me realize how real this danger is. And the last thing I’d ever want to do is put my mom in danger. I want to make things better with her, but not if it means putting her life at risk.
“But… I just want to talk to her,” I whisper, my eyes stinging. “It’s been so long.”
Daddy pulls me close, his hand cupping the back of my head, grounding me.
“I know, Little One,” he murmurs. “And I promise you, as soon as this is over, I’ll take you to her myself. We’ll drive, fly, whatever it takes. You’ll put things right with her, and I’ll be there to make sure it’s safe. Okay?”
Max’s words are a lifeline, and I nod, blinking back tears.
“Okay, Daddy,” I say, my voice shaky but full of gratitude. “Thank you.”
I lean into him, feeling his strength, his promise settling over me like a warm blanket. He’s not just saying it to make me feel better—he means it, and that makes all the difference.
But as I rest against his chest, my thoughts turn darker, to the man who’s kept me from my mom, from my dancers, from my life…
Trent.
The way he’s controlled everything, it’s all starting to add up, and a cold fear creeps into my chest. Trent’s bad. And I’m starting to realize that he’s way worse than even the managers he warned me about over the years. Trent is rotten to the core, and I’m angry at myself for not seeing it sooner.
“Daddy,” I say, pulling back to meet his eyes, my voice trembling. “I’m starting to think Trent’s a bad guy. Like, really,reallybad. Is he… is he behind this whole threat to my life? The reason we’re hiding out here?”
I kind of already know the answer. But I need to hear it from Max.
Max’s eyes darken, his jaw tightening again, and I can tell he’s choosing his words carefully.
“It’s a clear possibility,” Max admits, his voice steady but laced with anger. “There’s evidence pointing to him, stuff I can’t go into yet. But you don’t need to worry, Billie. I’m handling it, and I swear, Trent will be out of your life forever soon. We’ve got other Guards working on this now, some of the best damn men in the business. You’re safe with me, with us. Always.”
