Page 47 of Winter Break

While I’m still staring at him, he backs me into the cabin and shuts the door. I guess we’re not saying goodbye to anyone.

Daddy carries me to the kitchen and sets me on the counter as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Were you good for Navin?”

I roll my eyes and swat at his arm. “Don’t talk to me about being good as if you left me with a babysitter. I’m a grown woman. Tell me what happened at my house.” It’s weird to think of the house as mine. It’s not my stepfather’s. It’s mine.

I’ve spent four years feeling like an orphan in a home that belonged to me the entire time. Fuck him. I hope Daddy eliminated him from Earth. But more importantly, I hope Daddy won’t get in trouble for whatever he did.

He chuckles at my insolence. “He won’t be bothering you or moving on to abuse any other woman, Little doll.”

Even though this was the expected answer, my breath hitches. “What…happened?”

“You don’t want to know the details, Little doll. He’s gone. I’ll just tell you that none of us touched him. There is no evidence we were ever there. He committed suicide.”

I nod slowly. I suppose Daddy’s right. It would probably give me nightmares to know more than he’s offering. “Now what happens?”

“Tomorrow we’ll drive over to the house and call the sheriff from there to tell him we found Vincent’s body. We’ll tell the sheriff you waited in the car for me to go in and talk to Vincent first, but then I found him dead and came back out to call for help.”

“That will work.”

“Yes. It’s an easy case. Trust me. There will be no questions. He was distraught that you found out you owned the house and knew he would be destitute, so he killed himself.”

I chew on my bottom lip. I don’t see a single hole in this story. “Okay.”

“Now, let’s eat dinner and go to bed.”

I grab the front of his shirt to keep him from moving away. “Maybe we could skip dinner and have sex instead,” I suggest. “You were so magnificent in your lion form that I’m feeling frisky.”

Daddy laughs. “Frisky, huh?”

“Yes. I don’t want you to drag this out for days and days, saying you need to stretch me. It’s silly. I’ll be fine. You already used that dildo thingy.”

Daddy smirks. “That dildo thingy isn’t anywhere near as large as my cock, and you know this because you held it in your mouth this morning.”

I shrug. “Whatever. I’ll be fine,” I insist.

“Okay, but first we’re having dinner. You need to eat, Little doll, and so do I.”

“Maybe I could just have a bottle later.” I’m anxious to move to the bedroom.

Daddy is grinning at me. “You’re so naughty. You may definitely have a bottle later, but not in place of dinner. I’ll compromise. Instead of taking a long time to cook, I’ll make a big sandwich. You can share it with me. But you have to eat some solids. We’re not having sex until I approve of how much food you’ve swallowed. Deal?”

I sigh, my shoulders dropping. “Fine.”

Chapter Eighteen

Orion

My girl is anxious. I know the reason she begged me to take her to bed is because she wants to get it over with. And I don’t blame her, but she is not going to rush me. This is huge. She’s a virgin. The only things that have been inside her are my fingers and the dildo that isn’t nearly as large as my cock.

Her body will accommodate me, of course, but I’m not looking forward to hurting her. I never want to see her in pain. Unless it’s the kind of pain that brings her intense pleasure from spanking. Not the kind where she winces from my dick stretching her pussy too far all at once.

I won’t deny her, though. Our bond is strong. She feels it, too. She craves the deeper connection as much as I do. I’ll take my time and work her tight channel for a while first, preparing her for my girth.

The entire time I’m making the sandwich, she’s fidgeting. When I carry her and the simple meal to the table, she sits on my lap, squirming and sighing.

She’s so cute that I can’t help teasing her by eating slowly. I learn she doesn’t like to open her mouth as wide as the sandwich, so I cut small bites off with a fork and knife to feed her. She takes forever chewing each morsel, and I finally give up after about five good bites. At least her tummy won’t be growling. I’ll give her a bottle after I fuck her clear into tomorrow. Nonnegotiable.

Cora paces around the kitchen while I clean up. The scent coming from her is not so much arousal as fear. I don’t comment. I would be surprised if she weren’t nervous and apprehensive. Like I said, she has seen my dick. It’s not small. She is.