Page 7 of Watch Me, Daddy

I couldn’t reconcile my thoughts, but there was no time as he took several steps towards me until he stood beside me. When his hand gently rested on the small of my back, a flurry of conflicting emotions swirled within me. I tried to steady my breath and calm my heart, but the touch of his hand sent a jolt of electricity through me, betraying my attempt to hide any sign of my desire for him. If he heard my breath catching in my throat, he said nothing, and I was thankful for it.

“Where have you taken me?” I pressed.

“We’re safe in Southie. That’s all you need to know for now,” he answered.

I glanced at his sleek black Bentley Continental GT. My knowledge about cars was limited, but even I could tell that this was not an ordinary vehicle. It exuded an air of opulence and sophistication that spoke volumes about its owner, confirming my suspicion that he was more than just a man of muscle and brawn. It was evident that he belonged to a world of privilege and power, one I had only gotten a glimpse of so far.

Gently, he led me inside. His hand remained on the small of my back, neither too low to be scandalous, nor too high to consider him just a friend, but somewhere in the middle, where I didn’t know what he wanted.

I gulped down my nervousness as we walked into the kitchen, and I couldn’t help but be captivated by the extravagance that surrounded me. The sleek and modern design of the kitchen spoke of refined taste, and I felt a flutter of nerves. His touch never wavered as he led me forward.

Once we walked past the hallway, he guided me up an elegant hardwood staircase. The desire and tension between us seemed to intensify with every step, making my heart race and my palms grow sweaty. The air crackled with an unspoken attraction, and I was acutely aware of his presence close to me. We climbed several floors together and the longer his touch pressed against my bare skin, the more the tension between us continued to grow.

As we reached the top floor, he led me to an opulent guest room adorned in rich hues of green and gold. The room was a sanctuary of luxury, and I took a moment to marvel at the attention to detail in every corner. The plush bedding, the ornate furniture, and the soft glow of the crystal chandelier created an ambiance of indulgence that left me breathless. My nerves were on edge as I felt his proximity, the electricity between us nearly palpable now. It was as if the very room had conspired to heighten the tension, mirroring the desires I was struggling to suppress.

As Aidan turned to face me, I found myself ensnared in his intense gaze, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. Time seemed to stand still, and I could feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. With every passing moment, the desire and tension built, leaving me on the precipice of surrendering to the magnetic pull between us.

“You will remain here tonight. There is an attached restroom over there and the closet is already prepared with clothing that should fit you. My sister Ada wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

I didn’t reply, instead choosing to battle my emotions towards the enigmatic man that had suddenly become my entire world.

“I’m going to put you to bed, and in the morning, the two of us will talk about why your father wanted you to be taken,” he said softly.

Why did my pussy clench when he said those words? There was nothing heated in his offer, but something about it felt romantic and sweet all the same.

“Well, goodnight then,” I replied curtly, trying my best to appear strong even in the face of this unwelcome desire coursing through my body.

“Go get changed into your pajamas,little girl,” he growled.

Little girl? What the fuck?

A surge of annoyance washed over me. I didn’t need him treating me as if I were a child. I couldn’t help but feel that it was a jab at my independence and resilience, and it grated on my nerves. The air crackled with increasingly strained tension, the push and pull of my attraction towards him and growing irritation creating a heady concoction that left me both exasperated and intrigued.

I wanted to hate it, but I wasn’t sure I did because a very deep, very secret part of me liked it.

“You should leave,” I scowled.

Something crossed his face, but it was unreadable. His jawline tensed, revealing a bit of a stern expression, but then it passed almost as quickly as I had seen it.

“If you get bored,princess, you can always touch yourself tonight while thinking about the big strong man that carried you off today,” he growled darkly.

My pussy had the literal audacity to clench at that exact moment.

I wasn’t enjoying this. I couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible.

My clit pulsed like it was shouting out to the world that I most certainly was.

“Go fuck yourself,” I snarled.

He chuckled softly, my harsh words meaning nothing to him.

Without another word, he stood up and nodded once before he left the room and shut the door behind him. As I heard the distinct click of the door locking behind me, my heart skipped a beat, and a mix of uncertainty and surprise swept through me.

The sound of his footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor sent a shiver down my spine.

I rushed to the door and grabbed the doorknob, finding it locked just like I had known it would be. Somehow, though, touching it like this made it real.

He’d really locked me inside.

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