I look back at the creep.
“Keep your hands off my employees! This isn’t that kind of place!” I shout at him, as I feel my face burn up from the anger rising inside.
He keeps that sleazy smirk on his face.
“I don’t know why she’s causing a scene. She’s the one that wanted it.” The man tells me.
Right away, I can tell he’s lying even before Bella shakes her head at his words.
“I didn’t want any of this?! I even hinted that you could win big at the blackjack table so you could be on your way. What makes you think I would want your grimy hands on me?” She questions, then looking to me to believe her.
She doesn’t have to plead; I can clearly see how much she doesn’t want him. If there’s anyone she wants, it’s me, even though that secret desire of hers hasn’t come to light… yet.
Right now is my time to prove I’m willing to do anything to keep her safe.
“I don’t know who you are, nor do I care, but you’re no longer welcomed here after tonight. Your face will be flagged on all cameras so any time you get the idea to come here, my bouncer will be sure to throw your ass out. I don’t take kindly to men lying, or let alone thinking they can act however they please in my building, especially around my employees.”
After my little piece of warning, I pull out my phone to ring the front desk and request to flag this man immediately.
“What are you, her daddy?” The man hisses at me as I hang up the phone.
I glare over at him. My hands clench into fists as I resist the urge to not put this fool in his place.
“That’s exactly who he is. This is a family-owned business and you’ve just happened to cross the wrong gal.” Bella tells him as the elevator doors glide open.
Bella takes a move to step inside and the creep goes to step foot in the same elevator; the idiot he is.
I grab his arm and yank him back from nearing her yet again.
“If I were you, I would take the stairs,” I growl, releasing my grip from his arm.
“Would that be a threat?” He raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t make a move back toward the elevator.
“Take it how you please, you just need to leave my casino, now.” I tell him, ready to fight this fool if I have to.
I can see the alarmed look on Bella’s face; she’s already seen enough for one night.
“Daddy, come on,” she whispers to me. Her voice is so soft that all anger vanishes as I hear her say that word again.
The man throws his arms up, backing away from us.
Good, he’s getting the picture now.
Bella holds the elevator door open, and I go to step inside.
As the doors close, I can now see how glossy her eyes are. She’s been fighting back tears, it’s clear. I wrap an arm around her and pull her closer in as I tightly grip her gift in my other hand.
“It’s going to be okay now, Bella. He’s gone. I’ll be sure of it,” I say to her, feeling how shaky she is.
“I’m just glad you showed up when you did. I can’t even imagine—”
She quickly clears her throat, then wipes her tears away before they have a chance to flow down. She must not want to smudge her makeup or appear weak in front of me, though I could care less. I just want her to be happy. I want her safe. I know she didn’t have what you might call a ‘healthy upbringing’, so I can only begin to imagine what she may have gone through as a child; maybe that’s why I feel so protective over her.
Bella doesn’t have to tell me she’s had it rough in life. I could tell from her actions since the first day we met. She didn’t enjoy my favors for her, and she even flinched any time I tried comforting her when she seemed as if she needed it. I know she’s had a rough patch, but I’m also certain the casino is the safest place for her.
I’ve taken her under my wing since the moment I laid eyes on her, and no one, and I mean no one, will hurt her again if I can fucking help it. No one will make my little girl feel powerless, not under my watch.
Just thinking about overpowering Bella, controlling her every move in the bedroom… my heart pounds as I fight back a moan of pleasure as flashes of her perfect, tight little body riding up and down my cock flips through my mind. The urge to claim her right here in the elevator is taking control.
“No one will ever hurt you on my watch; I’m going to make sure of that,” I whisper and gently place a kiss on her forehead.
4
BELLA
I can’t even explain what happened, but the second the door clicked in place, I break down to tears on the edge of Grant’s bed.
I figured he would just let me get it out on my own, but instead, he sits beside me and brings his arm around my shoulders. I feel safe, loved by him to where my heart aches. My throat stings as I try to hold it back from him.
“I would never let anyone hurt you.” He whispers to me, pulling me in tighter.
“I know,” I say, nodding my head. I know he wouldn’t.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened by the elevator if he hadn’t arrived when he did; I don’t know how far it would’ve gone.
“Did he touch you more than what I happened to see?” Grant asks; the concern in his voice is evident, which just so happens to kind of be turning me on right now, I’ll admit.
“No, no. Nothing more, but the way he was looking at me…” I shake my head while tightly closing my eyes.
“Tell me, Bella. It might help you through this. You know you have me to lean on.” He assures me calmly, making me feel as if I’m truly safe.
“When I was standing there waiting, that man kept smiling at me so I just politely smiled back. The elevator was taking so long.” I whisper.
I take in a deep breath, letting it out slowly; I can feel myself calming down.
“His eyes… they were all over me as if he was undressing me. He couldn’t lift his eyes from my chest. The way they lingered on me, it looked like he was going to devour me.”
I bite down on my lip. I sound so like a child right now and I know it. I should be used to these types of situations working here by now.
“I can see why a man would look at you that way.”
I quickly look up to meet his gaze.
“It’s not your fault that you’re so beautiful; you are the perfect size…,” his voice trails off as he lets go of me.
I blush at his stare, quickly turning my head away from him.
“I don’t want you to feel ashamed of your body. I don’t.”
I turn to look back to his eyes again.
I don’t know what’s happening but I feel my body coming alive by Grant.
He begins to rub my shoulders. I feel the tension lift just by the touch of his hands.
“You know, sometimes, it’s hard for a man to keep his hands, let alone his eyes off a woman.”
I giggle as he continues rubbing my shoulders.
“I’m not that beautiful, daddy.” My eyes grow wide as I let the word slip out. I’ve never called him daddy when we’re alone.
“I just don’t like the way they look at me. I’m not some piece of meat. I’ve never even…”
“Shhh, I know. I know.” He pulls me in tighter as if there’s not a single place to go other than his arms.
I feel his hot breath firmly ventilating on my neck. I want to move so slightly and let his mouth slide down further, but a knock sounds at the door.
Grant lets out a sigh.
“Duty calls.” He grunts, and rises off the bed.
He walks over to the door and looks out the peephole before opening up to the security team. He begins explaining the situation at hand, telling them to look over the video so they know who to look for; “I don’t want that man back in this casino again,” he says to the officers.
The strong tone he makes use of reaffirms his need to protect me.
No one has ever done something like this for me. People always tend to turn their heads away when I’ve come across troubles
. But not Grant. Not ever.
As security leaves, I stand up and spot the concern in his eyes as he shuts the door, turning around to meet my gaze. He’s seems worried.
“Are you going to be alright?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.
“Yes, I’ll be okay. I hate sounding like I’m a child.” I say, rolling my eyes at him and moving to wrap my arms around his.
I’ve never felt so safe in my life. I don’t want to let go of him, not now, not ever.
He rocks me back and forth slowly.
“Thank you for everything you do for me,” I whisper to him.
I love how perfectly our bodies form together, or maybe that’s just me thinking that.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Hearing his soft words against my ear just makes me want to do naughty things…
I can’t stop thoughts from roaming around my head, and I can’t stop feeling the way I do right now.
I’m not sure if it’s because of what happened, being that he’s my hero, or if it’s been a long time coming… whatever the case, it feels too perfect to have his arms wrapped around me. Even better, the feeling of his hands sliding up and down my bare back, comforting me, making me feel as if I’m right where I should be.
“I don’t know what that creep would’ve done to me if you hadn’t shown up,” I whisper, my nipples tingling as I feel them harden.
“I do.” He growls back.
5
GRANT
“What do you think he would’ve done, daddy?” She questions, sounding more curious than concerned.
Although I know it’s what she’s wondering, the words that come out of her mouth still surprise me. It’s not an accident that she’s called me daddy for a second time now since we’ve been alone.
“Well, first, he would…” I let my voice trail off, sliding my hand down to her ass and gripping onto it tightly, then releasing it just to rub it and squeeze it again.
She moans out, closing her eyes as she tilts her head back.
“Do you like it when daddy does that?”
I can already answer that by the way her body feels right now.
“Yes, I— I do… but him,” she shakes her head at the thought.
“Shh, you don’t have to worry about that fucking creep anymore. Daddy took care of the issue.” I assure her and go to kiss her cheek, then daringly, begin leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.
“Is this what he would’ve done, daddy?” She whines.
I shake my head, no.
“Let me show you what he’d do,” I tell her, pulling my hand away from her ass.
“Why?”
“A lot of men flirt with you and oftentimes, I feel they would do such naughty things to you if they caught you alone, just like that creep from earlier. You should know what their intentions are.”
I can tell how keenly she’s listening to every word coming from my mouth.
I can’t control this urge any longer. I need to taste her sweet mouth. I need to taste every fucking inch of this untouched body.
She’s mine.
Fucking. Mine.
I bring a hand to the side of her neck, slamming my lips against hers and thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I bring my other hand to the front of her dress, tugging at it with my fingers to get a view of those perky tits that’s been tucked away for far too long.
She pulls away from me, taking a step back. I lick my lips, thirsty for more of her, and now. I know she can see just how hard she’s made my cock as we’ve been sitting here.
I rip off my button-down, moving next to my slacks as I now stand naked before Bella. She stares at me wide-eyed as if she’s never seen a naked body aside from her own.
I grab the covers to slide them over as I move into the bed, showing her just how much room there is here for the both of us.
“Come here, please.” I ask of her.
“Daddy,” she wines at me, looking as if I’m not being serious at this moment.
“Do you think he would’ve been this rough with me?” She asks as she slowly makes her way to the bed without getting undressed; alright by me… for now.
“I’d like to think so, little girl. I want you to be aware of all this. You need to know what kind of men are out there,” I say calmly, trying to show my intent is to help her while also helping myself to her. She’s been waiting far too long for the touch of a man. Far too long for me. Her daddy.
Bella nods her head and climbs into bed, sliding in right beside me. She’s so trusting; it melts my heart. She looks up to me, and I can see she wants me to show her. It’s burning in her eyes. She’s curious.
I bring a hand to her waist and a leg over her, sliding my hard cock against her dress. I can’t get on top of her, no, not just yet.
“Is it bad to want this?” She asks, seeming nervous.
“Not at all, baby. It feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask, as I slide my hand up her dress and begin to rub her tits through the thin, sheer fabric.
“If I like it when you do it, does it mean I would’ve liked it if he did?”
Her worried look concerns me.
“Show me how he would’ve reacted, daddy. Show me what it looks like when a man loses all control of his senses,” she whispers; it’s almost as if she’s reading my mind.
This is the time I’ve been waiting for. The gift I picked up for her is nothing compared to the gift of showing her just how naughty a man can be.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I ask, seeing the concern and desire built in her face.
“What would’ve happened to me if you hadn’t come to my rescue?” She asks, raising an eyebrow to mirror that confused look she’d given me earlier.
I tighten my grip on her tit, and adjust my leg so I can slide on top of her body.
I kiss her gently, then harder, as I grind my dick against her spot through the dress that’s still somehow on.
“Daddy,” she moans, wiggling around under my hold.
“I’m going to show you, little girl.” I assure her, sliding my hand down to the bottom of her dress and yanking it up, seeing that she’s not wearing any panties.
I’m certainly not fond of the idea of no panties, especially when she’s at work.
“Where the hell are your panties?” I ask, ripping my lips from hers.
“I forgot them today…,” she confesses, and my dick can’t help but to throb.
“Now daddy’s really going to have to fuck you,” I tell her through clenched teeth.
I slide my cock out, revealing what’s been holding back all night for her.
6
BELLA
I can’t believe I forgot to wear panties today. I don’t know how I could’ve forgotten them. I was in a rush; I just didn’t want to be late. Now, by the look on his face, I know daddy isn’t happy with me…
“Bella, you drive all these fucking men wild and you can’t remember to toss some panties on? You’re sexy as hell, but it would drive men crazier if they knew you weren’t wearing panties. The man in the hall could’ve easily lifted your dress up to fuck you, if he had his way.”
I feel bad knowing how right is. I should know better.
As I feel him push against my pussy with the head of his cock, I begin to wiggle around under him again.
“Don’t do that; you need to know how dangerous it could be if I hadn’t shown up to save you.” He moans against my ear.
He’s turning me on, speaking how he is to me. I can feel myself grow wetter for him by the second.
I can’t even tell him how turned on he’s making me. I don’t need him thinking I would’ve enjoyed what would’ve happened to me had he not come to my rescue. But he’s made his point, and I get where this is going.
“Okay, daddy, okay,” I tell him, pushing against him harder this time as he continues to breathe heavily against my ear.
“Don’t you trust me?” He asks as I try to put a stop to something we both know I’m cra
ving.
I whine at him, nodding my head.
He slides off and shakes his head at me.
“Grant,” I whisper, not wanting to make him mad and not to mention how extremely wet my pussy is for him.
What am I doing?
I want him on top of me again; I want to feel him inside of me. I don’t want to resist, I want to know. I just don’t know how to tell him this.
“Show me what you want to do to me, daddy.” I pout at him, using the very name that I know get’s him going.
I can see how hard his cock is for me. He wants me just as much as I want him.
“I’ve never been as loved by a man as I have by you. I don’t want to be roughed up. I don’t want to feel like love has to be that way. Every day, my love for you grows.” I confess to him, closing my eyes tightly with both palms to my face after saying those words.
I’m waiting for him to laugh at me, to tell me I’m crazy. I’m waiting for him to act like all the men before and just cast me aside. Not that I’ve had these sort of feelings for any man before; but everyone who’s housed me had treated me like a household slave, and I bounced from house to house in foster care for years. I can’t say I rather enjoyed that part of my life.
“There’s nothing wrong with daddy loving his girl,” he says to me while running his hand through my hair.
I close my eyes as he continues to comfort me.
“Then love me, daddy, please,” I tell him, my eyes growing misty with tears as I’m more than ready now. Ready to be his, and only his.
“I know you’ve already done so much for me, but please, can you make me feel your love?” I ask, sitting up and wiping the tears away quickly as they’re not needed here. Not now.
“Bella,” he whispers and sits up to kiss my bare shoulder.
“Daddy, I feel silly asking you for this… you do so much for me already. You make sure I’m well-fed, that I get days off when needed, even if it’s last-minute. If it wasn’t for you, I would probably be in some sleazy hotel room right now.”
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