Spoil Me, Daddy (The Virgin Pact Book 2)(13)

I messaged her early in the morning to come over at noon, not at her usual time so she could sleep in. I’d worked her hard last night. I would make lunch for the two of us. I told her I was working from home, so I could look after Ashley in the morning. I still needed to go to a meeting this afternoon and I was pleased to know she’d be here waiting for me when I got home. Would she be in just a slutty skirt and braless again? Shit, my dick dripped more pre-cum.

It took her a while to reply and tell me she’d be here by lunch time. Good. I wasn’t going to wait much longer than that to get my hands on her. I knew I had a shit-eating grin on my face. She was not a virgin anymore. Because of me. That thought made me ecstatic. There was something so thrilling about having sex with a virgin. A sexy, naughty virgin named Mary.

It made me feel special, that out of all the people she could lose it with, she’d picked me. I knew boys and men were lining up to date and sleep with her. With a body and face like hers, it was just expected. And yet, she’d wanted me and I wasn’t going to share her with anyone else. If a boy came sniffing around, he’d know who she belonged to. Who her pussy belonged to. I’d marked it well and good.

I couldn’t wait to stare into her emerald eyes. I memorized them by now. I didn’t care if I was being a sappy shit, but I could lose myself just staring at her. I knew exactly what was it about Mary that just drew me to her. It wasn’t only her beauty, but who she was as a person.

She was independent, and never let anyone walk all over her, and yet, underneath such a strong, icy demeanor, I knew she was the most loving, understanding, and caring woman I’d ever had the pleasure to meet. And she had a submissive nature that just wanted to please me. To obey me. She always did what I asked, whether it was to bring Ashley to the park or to strip in front of me and play with herself. She did all I asked with no hesitation and questions. I had to wonder what else she’d do for me on command. No longer a virgin, I looked forward to doing all kinds of naughty things with her. She might be prim and proper outside of this house, but with me, she was a dirty, dirty girl.

I couldn’t wait to see her, and with all the work I had to do, that came quickly. Before I knew it, I was racing down the stairs to open the door when the bell rang.

The moment I opened the door to welcome her in, I knew something wasn’t right. I always looked forward to seeing her youthful smile or mischievous smirk. She knew how to use her sweetness and sexiness to her advantage and at the right time. My dick liked both and responded every time. Now though, there was neither, and I felt a sudden squeeze in my heart. Something was wrong, and I wanted to see her smile again.

“Are you alright, little girl?” I asked, resting a hand on her shoulder. I used that endearment with her to know I wanted her to answer me or she’d be over my knee.

“I’m fine,” came her reply. I knew better than to let that go. I’d had enough ex-girlfriends to know that ‘I’m fine’ meant something was definitely wrong.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” A sudden thought came to my head, one that actually had me nervous. “Is it about last night? Do you regret what happened?”

I almost breathed a huge sigh of relief when she automatically shook her head. Her eyes widened and her lips parted to shout, “No! Of course, not! I just—”

The heavens must have been siding with her because in that moment, Ashley began to cry, and Mary used that as an excuse to put an abrupt halt to our conversation and leave me to tend to her with a million more questions in my head. I wasn’t going to let this go. She shouldn’t be bottling up her problems all to herself. She had to know she could talk to me. I was going to make her see that, that there was more to this than just sex. We had all afternoon.

It was three hours later when Ashley finally went down for a nap and Mary and I could talk once again. I asked her to follow me into my office and I went to sit in my chair, and she made a move to sit on the leather one on the other side of my desk. I was quick to shake my head.

“Sit on my lap,” I said, patting my thigh.

She froze for a second before walking over to me. With her legs dangling over my left thigh, she breathed out a comfortable sigh of relief while I wrapped a firm arm around her waist.

“Now tell me what’s wrong…”

“You sound like a dad,” was her immediate response. “Although I don’t really know how a dad’s supposed to act like. Mine was absent.” She was quick to correct herself. “Or at least, you act and sound how I think a dad’s supposed to be like…”

“That’s why you call me Daddy, isn’t it?” I asked, my hand on the side of her waist while the other wrapped around her nape. I wanted her to look at me, not to hide anything. “I’m here to listen and help you and give you whatever you need, whether it’s a good, hard fucking or a spanking over my knee.”

She was trying to stop herself from crying, but I needed to let her know she had nothing to worry about. Crying was okay, especially if I got to hold her as she did it. Softly, I moved my hands from her waist and neck to wrap them around her entire torso tightly, pulled her into me so her head was tucked beneath my chin.

I started to play with her hair, to stroke it gently, and it was then she finally broke down. She told me how she and her mother fought earlier, told me how she didn’t want to move across the country and that she wanted to stay in town and work at a pre-school. She told me how she could easily get a job here if she stayed, but her mother wanted anything but. By then end, she was all out of tears, and my arms were wrapped even tighter around her. I pulled my head away from hers before I began to kiss her on the lips, cheeks, and forehead. My arms remained around her, never letting go, and her hands had found their way around my waist and up to my back. She hugged me as tight as she could, and it was the most comfortable feeling ever.