He pulled back.
"I want you, Daddy," I groaned. "I don't want Milton. I want my Daddy forever and ever."
"What do you want exactly, Eleanor?”
"I want you to kiss me, touch me, and?—"
"And what? Do you want me to fuck you?"
“Yes!”
“Then say it.” He growled.
"I want you to fuck me!" I screamed as my body erupted. Warmth flooded my veins as Daddy continued to thrust into me, calling me his good girl and holding me to him.
My mouth collided with his. He pushed his tongue in and swirled around mine. I continued to move my hips the way he'd taught me until finally he stiffened and let out a groan. Something warm gushed into me, and he pulled out, satisfied. It wasn’t until we came down that I realized I’d never actually asked where Milton was.
Rule Eleven - Callahan
Let her sleep.
"We need to go." The swan boat returned to its original position, having circled the path over and over while Eleanor and I rode the waves of passion and lust. She'd already redressed herself and was staring at me bashfully. I gave her a nod. While it had been great sex, it wasn't my finest hour.
I'd broken the code.
"I have so many questions," she said as I helped her out of the boat. She was barefoot and limping. I turned the power off, then scooped her into my arms and began the trek back to my motorcycle. She gave me a questioning look, and I smiled.
"A Daddy takes care of his Young Lady."
She relaxed into my arms, and I picked up the pace.
"How can you survive without a mask?" she asked after a while.
I swallowed. Did I dare tell her my secret?
"A few years ago, I discovered a bottle of pills. It's the same ones they give Young Ladies but for men. It's still in testing, but the papers I found with it said it would enable us to breathe above. So, I took them."
"And you didn't get caught?"
"Not yet. Once I figured out where to get more, I've been taking them ever since. This is the first time I've tried them out."
"And no one knew about it?"
Only Milton.
"No. And no one will." We reached the tram stairs. "I have to go retrieve my mask. Stay here." I set her down carefully and sprinted up the rickety metal stairs, collecting my mask and running back down. I was breathing heavily by the time I landed back on the ground, but Eleanor was safe. I slipped on my mask and picked her back up. "Let's get back to the bunker."
Our entrance was quiet. We managed to return to our rooms without anyone noticing, and in the morning, we acted as if nothing had happened. She was still an untouched Young Lady, and I was her bastard, bully Daddy. It killed me to think about what I'd done to her. If anyone found out, she'd be tossed to the elements, right along with me.
The next few days, we stayed quiet around each other. She didn't argue with me in public, and our first official mission to the above was done with very little fanfare. She did her job, I did mine, and we returned safe, sound, and miserable.
Every night, despite my twelve years of training, I fought the urge to go to her. I sat in my room, remembering the feel of her wet, velvety walls hugging my rigid cock, and how good it was to see her unravel around it. I wanted to do it again and again, but knowing I couldn't, I took care of myself, each time imagining her face in that moment of ecstasy.
I was going mad, and it appeared that so was she. Every morning, she complained of having trouble sleeping. I wanted to ask if it was because of me, but she didn't seem interested. I took her to the medic and then escorted her to her room.
While she was in the shower, I looked around again.Perhaps there was a sign, something to tell me what was keeping her up at night. I rifled through her drawers and found a notebook with her name on it in cursive. Her diary.
My stomach tightened as I went to the last few pages and read her words. They were about me. She had kept it vague, not revealing what we'd done, but she had written that every night, she replayed it in her head and wanted more, but knowing she couldn't was killing her. She didn't want to be a Young Lady anymore.
