Page 12 of Daddy's Vengeance

“No panties. I want you bare the rest of the day, to remind you of me and what’s going to happen when I get there. Understood?”

A quiet sigh came through the phone ahead of her reluctant response. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. I’ll see you tonight.”

Adele

Standing in front of my mirror, I tugged at the hem of my dress, willing it to lengthen. I really should have done laundry today. Maybe then I wouldn’t be stuck in a dress that would show Paris all of my naughty bits if I forgot to bend at the knees.

All day, I’d been acutely aware of my nakedness, first under my pajama bottoms as I’d cleaned and done some more digging on my date for the evening. Other than the connection to the massacre last year, I hadn’t found anything to suggest Cole Porter was anything other than an upstanding citizen who paid his taxes and donated loads of cash to various charities.

All I had was my gut. And my gut was rarely wrong.

Which made my desire to please him all the more baffling. I tried to tell myself I was playing a part. Adele would be eager to please, and I was Adele for the time being. It was true enough to ease my conscience, but I couldn’t deny the very real attraction between us.

Or my very real reaction to Cole’s natural dominance.

Merde. Without the benefit of my underwear, that very real reaction was currently dripping down the inside of my thigh. If I didn’t get my hormones under control, it was going to be a long, messy night.

Just as I finished cleaning myself up, a knock on the door nearly had me gushing again. How did he make a simple knock sound so commanding?

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I slipped into my “Adele” role as much as I could and opened the door. “Hi.”

A smile that could only be described as wolfish spread across his face. “You look good enough to eat, sweetheart.” Stepping into the apartment, he closed the door behind him. “But only if you’re a good girl.”

I told myself I only let the blush heat my cheeks because I knew he would expect it. “Yes, Daddy.”

Fire lit in his eyes and then his hands were on me, sliding under my dress to cup my ass, and his mouth was claiming mine. All I could do was cling to him as the pounding waves of need and want threatened to sweep me out onto a sea of madness.

“Good girl,” he growled against my lips, his large hands kneading my bare ass. “On your knees.”

I hit the floor before he finished the command, my mouth practically watering. Never in my life had I been so hungry for a man’s cock.

But when I reached for the zipper on his slacks, he swatted my hands away. “Arms behind your back. You aren’t in control here, sweetheart.”

Playing the part of the sweet, eager submissive, I obeyed and positioned myself per his instructions.

Freeing his cock from his pants, Cole palmed the shaft and gave it a few quick, hard strokes. Merde. Was it my imagination or was it much larger than it had been the night before? Perhaps I was only noticing now because it was literally right in front of my face, and I was helpless to stop him from taking his pleasure however he saw fit.

“Open.”

My lips parted of their own accord at the growled command, and he guided his cock to my mouth. I bobbed my head forward, but his hand caught in my hair, holding me still. With a quick flex of his hips, he thrust his cock into my mouth.

It clicked, then, what he wanted. More than just the pleasure of a quick blowjob before dinner, he wanted to use me. This was about teaching me a lesson as much as it was about him getting his rocks off.

You’re not in charge here, sweetheart.

I focused on that simple phrase as he fucked my mouth, and everything else fell away. For a few, blissful minutes, I wasn’t an agent investigating one of the most notorious criminals of the 21st century. I wasn’t even a woefully naïve maid being wooed by a dangerously sexy foreigner.

All I was… was his.

A peace I hadn’t felt in years settled over me and I was practically floating by the time his cock swelled inside my mouth and his cum poured down my throat.

“Swallow, sweetheart. And then you can lick Daddy’s cock clean.”

I obeyed, even though I knew it would make my stomach churn a bit. I never had been one of those women who truly loved giving head and swallowing it down. But I did it for him without complaint, and then I licked every trace of it from his cock before he pulled me away.

“Good girl.” Taking my hands, he pulled me to my feet and brushed a tender, surprisingly chaste kiss across my forehead. “Go bend over the back of your couch so we can finish getting you ready for dinner.”

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