Daddy’s Little Pet

RENEE

“Thank you so much.” I said to the chef appreciatively as he cleared the dishes off the table.

Beaming at me, he replied, “You’re most welcome. I’m sure you enjoyed your meal?”

“Yes, I did.” I chimed quickly, a blush rising on my cheeks as I glanced at Robert, who was sitting opposite me, his eyes glinting wickedly.

He’d finger fucked me earlier while we were eating, finally giving me an orgasm after depriving me for so long.

I was still heady from his fingers in me. With the wine I’d drunk still swirling in my head, I was a bit fuzzy too.

The dinner we had was wonderful. The three-course meal consisted of Italian and Mexican-infused cuisines, and rich fruits combined all tasted like something out of heaven. It was good, if not the best I’d ever had, thanks to the chef and my sweet Daddy.

I beamed to myself as I looked around the romantic table he’d set up, the excellent music playing in the background and the soft sounds of the lapping ocean beneath us.

The breeze blew fragrantly, picking up the scents of roses scattered about. The cool air was so hearty and refreshing too, that I wished I could stay here all day.

This date was the best I’d ever had. I couldn’t compare it to any Dylan had ever taken me to, as our time together mostly consisted of having sex and other selfish interests he initiated.

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I downgraded myself for a fool just because I wanted to be loved. But never again. Never ever again!

“Is anything the matter, baby girl?”

Robert’s voice sneaked into my thoughts, and I felt his lips on my knuckles as he took my hands and kissed them softly.

Shaking my head and discarding my thoughts, I lied through my teeth. “Nothing of any importance. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” He asked again.

His brows furrowed, I could see the worry lines on his face and it tugged at my heart.

I kept telling myself that whatever was between this mysterious man and me was a fling and a brief vacation sexcapade. But when he looked at me… When he called me his girlfriend… When he took me on rich romantic dates like this… I allowed myself to think otherwise.

What if we were meant to be? Also did he stalk me because he had long-term plans for me?

I allowed myself to consider it, and a small smile came to my lips, wiping my scowl away.

‘Damn girl, what is wrong with you? You barely know anything about this man, you’re having thoughts like this? Get a grip, girl. Don’t forget that you’re recovering from a fresh heartbreak and have no idea who this stranger is. He isn’t divulging anything about himself, and you’re….’

My subconscious was at it again, but I wasn’t going to listen to the voice inside me.

“Oh please, can’t a girl bask in something amazing for once!” I said out loud in reply to my inner voice.

I felt Robert squeeze my hand gently, and I realized he must have heard what I said.

“Were you talking to me?” He asked.

Embarrassed, I replied quickly, “Sorry about that. I just zoned out.”

“Okay then.” He mumbled, bringing my hand to his lips and dropping a kiss on my knuckles.

He looked so handsome as he sat opposite me, his eyes staring intently at mine. Even though the chef was nearby clearing our dishes, he didn’t seem to care, still kissing my hands.

His gaze was so heated that I wanted to orgasm again, and if looks could melt, then I would have been a puddle of goo.

He entrapped me, his deep blue eyes more piercing as the moment grew tenser.

Just when it seemed like he’d give in to his desires, his lips on my knuckles began trailing down the length of my warm arm. I cleared my throat, breaking the silence as I asked softly, “Robert, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“What is that, princess?” He asked, his legs teasing mine from under the table as he kept dropping kisses on my hand.

Princess… The way he said that word, and the rest of the endearments he used for me, made me want to melt in his arms.

I clenched my still-wet thighs, my panties stretching, and I tried to focus.

“You haven’t told me much about yourself.”

“As you haven’t either.”

“What? You know my name.” I said, my brows raised.

He chuckled, replying sarcastically, “As you know mine?”

“Oh, stop this….” I groaned frustratingly, and he laughed huskily.

“I’m just telling the truth. What is it you want to know, baby girl? I might have to answer anything you ask when I’m eating you out. I’ve been saying this, but I haven’t had a suitable time to do it.”

I reddened embarrassingly, giving him a serious look at the same time.

“I’m serious, though. I know this is just a….” I paused, stopping myself from saying what I’d intended, and quickly diverting, I continued, “I want to know some basic details about you. I don’t know your….”

“Ma’am, Sir… I’m so glad you liked the dishes.” The chef suddenly reappeared at our table, interrupting my speech, much to my frustration. “It’s time for your dessert and…”

Robert instantly cut in as he said, “I’ll be serving her dessert. Don’t bother too much about that.”

A hot wave of pleasure shot through me, and a gasp escaped my lips as I looked at him, obviously knowing what he was talking about.

If the chef had any idea, he said nothing, and with a bow, he proceeded to leave, but Robert stopped him.

I watched as he dipped his hands in the back of his pocket and graciously tipped the chef a massive wad of bills.

My eyes bulged in surprise. Damn, he was rich!

I was beginning to understand this about him, which was one reason why I wanted to know more details.

I wasn’t a gold digger. I just wanted to satisfy my curiosity. Besides, I was scared of searching online and seeing stuff I wouldn’t want to know.

I’d already established that he was very wealthy, and he was much older than me, maybe in his late thirties, but then I still wanted to know more.

As the chef wandered away into the yacht’s cabin, I faced Robert, ready to continue my questioning. But he was already standing up from his chair, a wicked expression on his face.

“Time for dessert, baby girl?” He asked with a wink.

I started to argue, but he pulled me up and dropped his lips on mine, kissing the shit out of me.

At the same time, he ground against me and I could feel the bulge in his jeans-I could feel just how hard and erect he was.

I wanted to kneel right there and suck him off. Take his huge dick, place the cap at the tip of my red lips, and be a slutty good girl for him, easing his… Shit! I forget we weren’t alone and…

“We aren’t departing, are we? It’s late already.”

“Did you tell your friend you’d be coming home tonight?” He asked, his voice hoarse as he whispered in my ears, his lips nibbling at my neck, making me shiver.

“I… I…” I stuttered, quivering under his touch. His fingers were trailing the bud of my nipples through my thin satin dress, and it felt like pure torture.

“Answer me, baby girl.”

I muttered in response, “I… I… I didn’t give her any straight answer when she asked. I told her to either expect me back at the motel or not.”

“Motel?” He asked, and I nodded, gripping his shoulders tight as he continued to toy with my nipples.

For a second, he said nothing. Catching me off guard, he raised me up, guiding my legs around his waist as he began to move into the body of the yacht.

“Aren’t we going to sail anymore?”

“It’s late, just like you said, so we’ll sail tomorrow. Tonight, Mr. George would take care of the yacht while I fuck the shit out of you. It’s time for dessert, baby girl. We can cruise later.”

“You had a change of mind?” I queried with a raised brow.

“You can say that. With your plump lips staring at me from the table and the smell of your pussy on my fingers, I couldn’t think straight. This is a much better decision if you ask me.”

“Yes, Daddy, it is.” I giggled, and he slapped my ass cheek as we walked inside.