“Miss Kennedy is only here on the weekdays, usually because my weekends are my busiest. I stay at my other place closer to the club, but for the duration of your stay there will be full time staff on duty at all times. Just letthem know if you need anything at all.”
I nodded nervously.
“Yes, sir.” I said in a whisper.
I could already tell this was going to be quite the experience.
* * *
We ate breakfast in silence. Well, I ate and Dallas read the paper, occasionally glancing up from the page to look in my direction. Each time, I melted beneath his gaze. I couldn’t see his eyes but I knew they were fixed on me, I could feel them.
“I’m going to have Miss Kennedy take you to your room. Get unpacked and make yourself at home. I had some clothing brought up in your size, you will find them already hanging in your closet. Today I’ll allow you time to get acquainted with the penthouse, feel free to roam, I have some work to tend to so I will be home at 7:00pm for dinner.” He stood and walked over to where I was still seated at the table. He leaned back against the table and crossed his arms.
“Welcome to my home, Miss Delaney. Try to rest today, you’ll need your strength for tonight.”
My breath hitched at his warning. His tone was laced with something I could only describe as passionate anticipation. I couldn’t deny that I was probably more excited about tonight than I should be. I should feel nervous but all I could feel was excitement.
Yes, Daddy…
Dallas
Iwalked out of the elevator into the car park, fighting the urge to go back up there and get started right now. I didn’t want to scare her off, especially not on her first day here. So I figured I’d go into the club and catch up on some paperwork. I wanted to give her time to get comfortable without me there, without me observing her every move like I’d want to do.
Yesterday, I had her go back home to pack and spend one more night in her own place alone. I had Miss Kennedy stock her closet with plenty of wardrobe options suited for Delaney. When I saw that she only brought one bag, I knew I had made the right choice.
My playroom had been sanitized and restocked. I ordered everything we were going to need, including lingerie sets, things I knew she would look downright delicious in. I had them shipped overnight, and they were being unpacked this morning. That was another reason we had to wait to get started.
I barely slept at all last night, laying in bed thinking of all the ways I would introduce her to the many, many things I wanted to explorewith her. How I would tease, please, and edge her into submission in my playroom, making her feel sensations she never knew she could experience.
I started to picture that curvy little body, kneeling before me with those siren eyes looking deeply into my masked face like she often does. I imagined what she would taste like when my tongue slid between her smooth, dripping folds. I couldn’t wait to hear her moan my name as her body rolled with the intensity of her orgasm, over and over again. I would have her in pure bliss as she would beg me to stop and I’d tell her: ‘Be a good girl and cum again for Daddy.’
I pulled away from my lustful thoughts as we entered the private car park at Crawl. When the door opened, I was shocked to see that each one of the company vehicles had been vandalized. Crawl offers limousine services and shuttle transport for the elite members.
Since we have many members that travel sometimes internationally to attend our prestigious events, it is of the utmost importance to provide safe and reliable transportation for them after they have indulged in a few drinks.
I was in the middle of negotiations for purchasing one of the nearby hotels, which would render the now vandalized vehicles necessary. Anger boiled inside me as I swung open the door and jumped out of the still rolling SUV.
“What the fuck happened here? Shit! Damn it!” I slammed my fist down on the top of my blacked-out Audi. The windows had been smashed in and red spray paint graffitied the sides and the hood.
“What do we Know?” I yelled at no one in particular. Enzo stepped out from the corner to greet me. “Sir, the CCTV has been wiped for the time frame of the incident but I was able to hack the surveillance system from the bank next door. The vehicles in question were two black Ford Explorers. The men inside were wearing ski masks but the plates on both vehicles were registered to a one Teddy Bishop.” Hegave me a pointed look.
“What the fuck is this guy’s problem?” I said through gritted teeth. “Would you like to inform the police or should we proceed another way?” I chuckled at the deviant smirk.
“No, we don’t retaliate. Not yet.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get this cleaned up,” Jacob said. Stepping up next to me.
“No, you come with me.”
* * *
I sat at my desk, fuming. I didn’t understand what the vendetta was that this man had against me. I didn’t want to retaliate until we knew for certain what we were dealing with. So far I knew he wanted my DNA, he had lunch with Delaney, and now he vandalized my club. If he wasn’t careful, things could get really ugly very quick.
I picked up the phone and talked down the receiver when Enzo’s voice boomed through it from the security room.
“Sir?”
“Do we have a phone number for that Mr. Bishop? Maybe a ‘courtesy’ call is necessary.”
