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Deirdre is disheveled but dressed when the old woman comes into the room. She flashes us an accusatory glare.

“I’m back from the grocery, Miss Deirdre,” the maid sneers.

“Go get dressed, Princess. We’re going out,” I tell Deirdre and she rushes up the stairs.

I remain on the couch with my hands folded in my lap, covering my giant erection, and the maid saunters back into the kitchen. I suppose I could have asked Deirdre if she was expecting any of the staff to show up before I stripped her down and ate her in the living room.

Seeing her naked and in submission makes me want her even more, but I don’t just want to fuck her. I want to save her. She’s the only perfect thing in this messed-up, ruthless world, and her innocence needs to be protected and preserved. That’s my job now and the only thing that matters.

5

THE FIRST DATE

DEIRDRE

My whole body is shaking as I step into the shower. What Danny just did to me was incredible. At first, I felt exposed and embarrassed, but when he used his hands and mouth on me, my inhibitions just melted away. Knowing that he wants me made it that much more mind-blowing. How could such a powerful man find anything about me attractive?

Fearing that he might get tired of waiting or get called away, I dress quickly and rush back downstairs with my heart racing. When I see that he’s still seated on the couch where I left him, it pounds even harder. I stop short at the foot of the stairs, wondering if he can see just how excited I am.

“Are you ready? “ he asks, approaching me.

“Yes. I mean, is this okay?” I ask, realizing that I have no idea what he’s planning.

“You look beautiful,” he takes my hand and leads me out the door and to his car.

We pull out of the driveway and I ask, “Where are we going?”

“To dinner in the city. I own a restaurant in the museum district. Have you ever been there?”

“The museum district? Yeah, I went on a school trip once.”

“Which museum was your favorite? Let me guess, natural history,” he grins.

“No, my favorite was the fine art museum,” I like that he’s taking an interest.

“What about the planetarium? The giant telescope?”

“We never made it to the planetarium. There wasn’t enough time.”

“What about your father? Didn’t he take you on trips when you were a kid? Vacations? The zoo, maybe?” Danny asks me.

“No, not really. We went to Florida once, but I think the only reason he brought me along was that the business associate he was meeting had kids my age, and he thought that spending some family time together might convince the guy to agree to more lucrative terms,” I explain. “It was nice, though. Even if it was just pretend, it felt nice to have him spend time with me for once.”

“That’s a shitty way to raise kids, baby. When I have a family, I won’t take them for granted. My kids are gonna be my world,” Danny says and I feel a deep sorrow in my heart. All I ever wanted was to be in my father’s world.

“Me, too. My kids are going to know that they’re loved.”

He squeezes my leg and says, “I know they will, baby. You’re gonna be a great mother one day.”

“How do you know?” I ask him.

“Same way that I know that I’m gonna be a great father. We learned from other people's mistakes so we won’t make them.”

We pull into the alley behind the restaurant and park in the employee parking lot. Danny opens my door for me and leads me inside through the kitchen door.

“Hey, the boss is here!” a man in a white apron shouts.

“Having a good night, Tommy?” Danny shouts back.

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