With her attention split between his mouth and his touch, Coco couldn’t think of anything else. When his fingers traced her cleft, she spread her legs eagerly. Roman deepened his touch, driving two fingers deep into her pussy as he switched to tantalize her other breast. With stunning ease, Roman drove her into a fierce orgasm that stole her breath and released the last of her tension.
“That’s my good girl. How pretty you come for Daddy.”
Roman brushed a pacifier to her lips, and Coco eagerly opened her mouth. She sucked on it with her eyes closed as he wiped her juices away. His actions reassured her and grounded her attention on now, not what could have happened. The diaper he wrapped around her underlined how much he cared.
He wrapped a soft blanket around her bare skin before gathering her onto his hip to fix her a bottle. In a few moments, he rocked her gently in his arms as she drew the thick sweet liquid into her mouth. Comforted, she fell asleep.
Running through the house,Coco searched for her Daddy. He wasn’t in the open kitchen and family room area. The hallway stretched in front of her, filled with shadows. Each room she entered was silent. She could only hear her own breathing.
Retracing her steps, she ran for the last room. Coco burst into his office and stopped abruptly. An ornate casket sat on a raised stand before her. Decorated with gold embellishments and gleaming wood, the coffin gave off menacing, evil vibes. Filled with dread, Coco forced herself to walk forward. She laid her hands on the closed top and paused. Could she do it? She had to know. Slowly, she raised the embellished cover.
Roman’s handsome face appeared, devoid of the spark of life. Collapsing on the wooden side, Coco sobbed as overwhelming grief slammed into her. He was dead. She’d imagined that he’d come home to her.
Gripping the side, she could feel the satin interior on her fingertips. A deep guttural sound came from deep inside her. “Noooo!” Then, to her horror, Roman’s corpse opened its eyes and reached for her.
“Baby girl. You’re all right. Wake up.”
Unable to foist off the dream, Coco struck out at Roman, trying to free herself. Her hands hit warm skin instead of the cold freshness she’d expected. Shocked, she opened her eyes.
“Daddy!”
“Yes, Coco. I’m here. Everything is okay,” he soothed her.
“Oh, that was awful! The house was spooky as I ran through it. Then you were in a coffin. Dead!”
“Oh, Little girl. That was scary. But you can see, I’m fine. No coffin. I plan to stick around for a long time.”
“Promise?”
“I have everything to live for now that I’ve found you.” He gathered her close and kissed Coco hard.
She clung to him, deepening the exchange. Her Daddy was everything to her.
CHAPTER 13
Roman ran his hand through his hair as he spoke on the phone. “I’m worried about her, Dr. Richards.” At this rate, he worried he’d have any hair left.
“I agree. If she’s still having nightmares and not sleeping, we need to make sure there’s not something physical happening. The good news is she already has an appointment for a checkup so I can get her in quickly. If I don’t find anything we can tweak, then I have a name of someone your Little one could talk to,” Dr. Richards told him.
Sighing deeply, Roman hated that his life had caused her trauma.
“My first piece of advice. Stop beating yourself up over the situation. You didn’t plan for any of this to happen. Nor did you cause it. I’m sure you’ve taken positive steps?”
“Yes. Definitely. I’ve found a new manager who has a much different approach, and I’ve made my contact information easily accessible by the tenants. I’m also trying to help the man whose wife died. He lost everything.”
“Positive steps. Now, let all that go and concentrate on your Little. Remember two thorough enemas. It’s easier on her for you to administer these at home. Especially on her first visit.
“Thank you. I’ll make sure she’s ready for you.”
“I’ll look forward to meeting Coco.”
Roman pickedCoco up at work. She functioned well with the animals. Her biggest challenges remained during her free time and when sleeping. He was concerned she would start thinking while isolated in the car during her commute. She enjoyed having him drive her.
“Home, James!” Coco joked, remarking back to the old instruction to a chauffeur.
“Of course, my sweet Little girl.”
When she sat with her seatbelt fastened, Coco bounced with excitement. “I get a Saturday off tomorrow. And Sunday, too. I’m so excited. An entire weekend.”
