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"Yes," I answer instantly, and I mean it. Porter has never given me any reason not to.
"And do you need me, Bailey?"
"Yes."
Porter smiles and closes the distance between us. His lips press against mine, and I'm not sure who makes the first move. Was it him? Or was it me?
All I know is that Porter is kissing me, and I'm kissing him back.
His strong arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me tight against his body. I whimper, and Porter groans, pushing his tongue into my mouth. His kiss is possessive and passionate and sends my thoughts spiraling.
My knees are weak, and when he pulls back, my legs are shaking. Porter's eyes are burning with lust, and his hand comes up to caress my cheek. "I want to fuck you so bad, Bailey, but it wouldn't be right after what you've been through tonight." There's a tension in his neck and jaw that tells me how difficult it is for him to say this. "I want you to get some rest because tomorrow is going to be a whole different story."
I swallow the disappointment and nod. "I guess you're right."
His lids lower. "You'd let me, wouldn't you? You'd let me fuck you right here and now?"
I nod, blushing. My body aches with desire, and Porter's lips curve up. I melt into his body when he pulls me in again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as my knees go weak. Porter breaks the kiss, burying his hand in my hair and holding my face up to look at his.
"I will give you everything you want, baby. Everything. But you're going to have to play by my rules, understand?"
"Yes," I pant. "Anything."
"You're going to call me Daddy."
Daddy! That's so...dirty. So taboo. But a thrill runs through my belly when Porter says the word.
"Yes, Daddy," I breathe, and his grip on my hair tightens. Not painful, but demanding.
"That's my good girl." His voice is a deep, seductive rumble. "Such a sweet little girl for Daddy, aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
A smile spreads across his face and Porter pulls back, cupping my cheeks in his hands. "Tomorrow, Bailey. Tomorrow."
I pout, and Porter shakes his head. "No whining, baby. You heard what I said. Tomorrow."
I nod, and he kisses the top of my head.
"Get ready for bed, Bailey, and then try to sleep. We've got a lot to do tomorrow."
Porter leaves, and I change quickly into an old t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. As I brush my teeth and wash my face, I can't get Porter out of my mind. Daddy. Porter wants me to call him Daddy.
I should be more horrified, but all I feel is a thrill. He's older, wiser, and more experienced. And he's chosen me. Me, Bailey Horton, a nineteen-year-old college student, who can't even protect herself.
I climb into bed and turn off the light. This feels like a dream. Like something that shouldn't be happening, and yet, here it is.
I close my eyes and fall asleep with Porter's lips on my mind.
* * *
Sometime during the night, the dreams of Porter's mouth and fingers shift to something more sinister. I'm alone in my bedroom again, with something scratching against the windows, but this time, my room has no door. My windows are open, and the dark, shadowy figure comes flying through.
I wake up gasping for air, my heart racing as I press my hands over my chest. At first, the unfamiliar surroundings have me panicking, but my mind catches up quickly enough that I realize I'm in Porter's guest room. Safe and sound.
The clock reads 3 AM. Fear and adrenaline course through my veins, and no matter how much I try to calm down, I can't.
What if I had died tonight? I've barely begun to live. There's still so much I haven't done.
