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10: William.
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All For You, Daddy 11: Grace.
I wake with a start in an unfamiliar place.The last thing I remember last night is losing consciousness on the couch in William's library. There's a vague memory of being carried up a staircase, but that's where my recollection ends. Slowly, I peek an eye open and look around, my eyes bugging out at the sight that greets me.First of all, I'm in a man's room. There's no doubt about that.Everything is decorated in deep, chocolate leather and hunter green hues. I'm in the center of a gigantic bed complete with the softest sheets I've ever felt on my skin—a far cry from the scratchy ones I'm used to. Light peeks in from around heavy curtains, an antique fan turns lazily on the ceiling. This is luxury.I also suspect this is William's room. Does that mean...he slept beside me?My skin flushes at the possibility. Not to mention when I think of what happened last night. I'm not a virgin anymore. Far from it. I'm not sure it's possible for a woman to have one's virginity taken so...thoroug
All For You, Daddy 12: William.
There is something happening inside my chest. It's a thawing sensation. The cold is melting away—and it happens a little more every time I look at Grace.I guide her up the steps into my jet, glaring at the man fueling the plane for staring at her legs a second too long. Possessiveness sinks into me like fucking claws and I almost second-guess my decision to take her outside of my home. Maybe I should confine her to my bedroom for at least a month until she's used to being mine and mine alone. Until she is so addicted to my cock that she gets wet every time she hears my footsteps approaching.Those would be the actions of a bad man, though.I am a bad man. But somewhere in the middle of the night, while watching her sleep so peacefully, I didn't want to be one anymore.At least, not to Grace. Fuck everyone else.She stumbles to a stop in front of me, twisting the hem of her dress in her hands. I come up beside her and look over, finding her mouth in an O shape. "Are we the only ones w
All For You, Daddy 13: William.
Ignoring my throbbing dick, I sit back and bring Grace with me, positioning her in my lap and rocking her back and forth. "It's going to be okay, baby. I promise. This plane is safe. You are safe. I'm not going to let a thing happen to you. Ever." She curls into me, hiding her face in my throat and oh my God, it feels like my chest has been ripped wide open. Is this normal? "Grace, please. You will stop being scared immediately," I say, sounding winded.She lifts her head, some of her fear clearing. In fact, she giggles a little and the churning in my middle eases slightly. "You can't just order me to stop feeling something. You know that, right?""Can I order you to start feeling something?""Like what?" she asks."Like happiness. With me. Now.""Just because I'm scared in this moment doesn't mean I'm not happy overall."I process that, surprised to find it has a calming effect in my chest. Perhaps if I add to her happiness, it will eclipse the fear completely. "What else can I do to
All For You, Daddy 14: Grace.
In my wildest dreams, I never could have imagined being in love in Paris.Clocks and calendars don't exist. There is only day and night and William.When we arrived at the hotel, he practically had to carry me through the lobby because I kept stumbling into things in a daze, unable to believe what I was seeing. Everything shimmered and glowed. Chandeliers the size of cars, indoor fountains, people elegantly dressed. And our room was even better. Cream furniture, artwork on the walls, a furnished balcony overlooking the magical city, the Eiffel Tower in the distance.It took us two days to leave the massive suite because every time I got dressed in one of the new outfits that had been waiting for me, William felt the need to take it off. We've made love in every room of the suite several times. Not to mention on the balcony and once in the private elevator on the way upstairs after arrival.True to his word, William has spoiled me rotten and I've given up on trying to convince him I do
All For You, Daddy 15: Grace.
It's when we land at the airport that dread begins to build in my belly.Paris was a fairytale, but reality is intruding fast.William carries me off the plane and keeps me on his lap in the back of the limousine. I cling to him, inhaling the masculine scent from his neck like a lifeline. I've allowed too much time to pass without telling William the truth. But I have to believe he'll understand. I have to believe that the man he's become will be compassionate and patient. He's not the lord of the manor anymore, right?I close my eyes and snuggle closer, praying with all my might that our love is strong enough to survive the truth about who I am. Why I was on that road in the first place the day he picked me up."You haven't talked to your family since we left," he says, kissing my neck, licking it in the shape of a heart. "If you want to invite them over for dinner tomorrow, I can start preparing myself to be irritated now."Despite my worry, I have to giggle. "You're so sure you'll
All For You, Daddy 16: William.
What in God's name have I done?Acid boils in my stomach, pain jabbing the backs of my eyes. The world is lacking in all sound as I turn in several directions, searching for Grace. There is no sign of her. She has vanished into the landscape, taking all of the color and sound along with her. My breaths are loud in my ears, dizziness rising up and causing me to pitch sideways, thanks to memories of her stricken expression.What did I just do?Jesus, how could I say those things to her?She was sent to me as a sacrifice. A virgin offering. It brought her into my life, yes, but she never should have been put in that position. As far as she knew, I was an evil bastard before we met. What if I'd been the kind of man who hurts women? The fact that she was put in potential danger is unacceptable. She's eighteen, for godsakes. Her family is supposed to protect her, not use her for their own advantage.And I...I blamed her.Lashed out in anger and said truly mean things that I didn't mean in a
All For You, Daddy 17: William.
Grace's mother pushes the door open wider and allows me inside, my misery multiplying when I see they've already packed boxes, probably just in case I threw them out on the streets. Pictures of Grace at all stages of her life remain on the wall, however, shooting my heart up into my mouth.We walk into a room at the back of the three-bedroom apartment and the woman points to a small twin bed in the corner of the room, a shelf built into the headboard, packed with books. Simple and small. Unworthy of my angel. I've never been so determined to lay the world at her feet."I doubt there is anything in here that will tell us where she's gone," says her mother. "There might be a clue in her diary, but it's locked."I look over to find the woman turning a small book over in her hand—and I take it. Hesitating only a second before bashing the lock against the headboard and cracking the diary wide open. "Once a devil, always a devil," I mutter, letting the diary flip open to a page near the mid
All For You, Daddy 18: Grace.
Five Years LaterLeaving my diary open where my husband will find it has become a hobby of mine. When he discovered the fantasies I'd written about him as a lovesick eighteen-year-old, we immediately came home and began acting them out. One by one.It's no wonder we already have two children and a third on the way.My husband can't go a day without being inside of me, often multiple times. Without making frantic, messy love to me wherever we happen to be in the house, our moans echoing loudly down the endless hallways.Yes, the halls are long, but they're no longer empty or dark or lonely.They are bright and full of noise. The laughter of children, music......and the bickering of my family who come over and refuse to leave until I'm forced to throw them out—usually in a fit of laughter. They don't have far to go, however, since William built them a house on the edge of our property.True to my husband's word, he has become a family man. A man who treats others, especially his tenant
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