by Lena Gordon
“I’m well aware,” I snapped. “Pull them up, now.”
It was an incredible amount of work. And it was busywork. I would be able to lose myself in the numbers all day. Anything to keep my mind off the woman who I was very quickly falling in love with.
And couldn’t have.
13
Abby
I went to bed lonely and horny on Saturday night. It hardly seemed fair. Mr. Conrad had warmed me up with so much expectation and desire the day before, and then just disappeared. Sure, I could have taken matters into my own hands, but it seemed like such an inadequate substitution to Daddy’s fingers touching me, his cock inside me, that I just couldn’t bring myself to pleasure myself.
Instead, I tossed and turned and finally consoled myself with the fact that when I woke up on Sunday morning, he was sure to be back. After all, we had an arrangement and there was no way he was going to just give me ten thousand dollars and not report me to the police for laying by his pool all day and napping. Not for two days in a row. Mr. Conrad just didn’t seem like the type of guy to not get his money’s worth.
The idea that he would be back in the morning to do all sorts of dirty things to me, and put his hands on my body, and talk to me in that silky smooth voice that somehow made me feel safer than I’d ever felt, was all I finally needed to calm myself and allow myself to drift off into a restless slumber.
When I woke up, I showered and dressed quickly, choosing one of the short sundresses from the closet. I took a few extra minutes of time with my hair and makeup, but not a lot. I was too eager to get downstairs to see Daddy.
Except when I got to the kitchen, not only was he not there, but Mrs. McClean was waiting for me.
“Where’s Mr. Conrad?” I asked, already afraid that I knew the answer.
“He told me to inform you that he would not be back today and while you are welcome to make full use of the facilities here, your presence is no longer required.”
“What?”
Was that a flash of pity I’d seen in her eyes? She must have been able to see the disappointment on my face. But it wasn’t just disappointment. No, that was a huge understatement. I was heartbroken. He wasn’t coming back? At all? But, it didn’t make any sense.
“He told me to give you this.” She handed me an envelope.
I knew without opening what it was. The money. I clenched it in my hands and simply shook my head over and over.
“Will you be spending the day?”
“No,” I managed to say. “I think I’ll pack my things and go.” I couldn’t stay in that house. Not without him. It just didn’t feel right. Nothing felt right anymore. It was crazy after such a short time that I should feel so strongly about him, but I did. Oh, I did.
“Miss Blakely? Are you okay?”
I managed a nod. “I’m fine,” I lied.
The next few hours were a blur as I managed to get myself packed up and somehow drove myself home. I didn’t even remember getting there, but I walked right past Jessica, who was sitting on the couch, and into my room, where I flopped down on the bed and cried.
I ignored all her knocking and finally, when I didn’t think I had any tears left inside me, I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up at some point, hours later. I have no idea what time it was. Only that it was dark outside and the apartment was quiet.
I grabbed my purse and dug through it until I found the envelope Mrs. McClean had given me. I hadn’t opened it, but I needed to know. Was there a note? Had he left me any indication that I’d done something wrong? Had he held to his part of the arrangement despite the fact that he’d left?
Inside was a stack of bills and a note. I looked at the note first, desperate for some message from him.
Abigail,
You are an incredible young woman.
For your future.
That was it.
I counted the bills, not that I even knew how much I’d taken from his money clip in the first place. But it looked right. The bills added up to twelve thousand dollars. Enough to pay my tuition, plus some.
Nothing made sense, and thinking about it hurt my head. There was no point trying to make sense of a man like Mr. Conrad. I tucked the bills into my wallet, where they would be safe until morning, and went to sleep. I’d go down to the admissions office in the morning and pay my bill. Everything else would just have to be a memory.
A really, really fond, incredibly fucking sexy, memory.
14
Abby
I was feeling a little bit better in the morning, but not much. I did manage to put some makeup on, and pull my hair into a messy bun before leaving the house though, so I figured that was a success.
Being that the semester was about to start, the admissions office was busy and I had to wait in line for almost an hour before it was finally my turn.
“I’d like to pay the rest of my tuition and make a payment on next semester as well,” I told the lady behind the wicket. I figured I might as well just put the rest of the cash toward next semester considering I had it. “The name is Abigail Blakely.”
The woman typed a few things into her computer and looked up with a smile. “It looks as if your tuition has been paid in full.”
“Pardon me?”
“Paid,” she said again. “In full. For all four years.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Do you think it was done in error? I could look to see the payment details, if you’d like?”
I nodded. “Yes. Please. I don’t…”
“No problem.” The woman looked at her computer again and tapped a few more things in before she looked up. “It says here that a Mr. Conrad made the payment this morning.”
I took a step back and then another one.
“Miss Blakely?”
The woman called to me, but I just kept walking backward. I needed to get out of there. Mr. Conrad had paid for my schooling? All of it? But…I couldn’t figure it out. Nothing made sense. I didn’t even know how to get a hold of the man, not unless he came into the pro shop again, and he was paying for my school? Why?
I stumbled out into the daylight, feeling more like a stunned baby deer than a college student who’d just basically won the tuition lottery. I stood there for a minute in the middle of the campus, outside of the administration building, everything a blur around me. The people, the cars, everything…was a blur. And then…
No.
I blinked. Hard. I had to because there was no way I was seeing what I thought I was seeing.
Mr. Conrad.
Daddy.
He was there. In front of the administration building. Only a few feet away from me. Dressed in a suit and tie, he looked so out of place among all the college students dressed in jeans and ratty T-shirts. But he looked incredibly fucking handsome. Even without a smile on his face. He just stood and stared at me. Watching and waiting.
I didn’t know what to do. Did he want to see me? Why now? Nothing made sense, so I just followed my heart. There was no way I couldn’t because my heart was basically screaming at me to go to him.
My feet moved on their own until finally I stood in front of him.
“Abigail.”
I nodded, which was ridiculous, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say that felt right. “Thank you.” I finally managed to squeeze out the words. And once they were out, I couldn’t seem to stop the barrage of words that flew from my mouth. “For my tuition. You didn’t have to do that. In fact, I don’t think I can accept it. I mean, it’s way too generous and that wasn’t really the deal. Well, it actually wasn’t the deal at all and I don’t think it would be right to take so much money from you at all. Especially since you weren’t even—”
He stopped me with a finger to my lips.
Oh, how I wanted to suck that finger between my lips and fuck it with my mouth. But that no longer seemed like the right thing to do.
I didn’t know anymore what the right thing to do was.
15
Phillip
I could see the battle in her eyes, and I knew exactly what she was warring with. Just like it had been from the moment that I walked into the pro shop and she looked at me for the first time, desire and heat flared in her eyes. Abigail was trying to decide whether she should suck my finger into her mouth or not. If she did, I would have the answer I needed. But I could see she was confused.
How could she not be?
I left her without an explanation. But damn, I hoped her answer to the question I was about to ask her would be yes.
“I didn’t pay your tuition for any other reason than I think you are a remarkable young woman and you deserve the best.” I spoke slowly because I needed to make sure that she understood what I was about to say to her. “I’m going to ask you a question, and you need to understand that no matter what your response is, your tuition will continue to be paid. There are no conditions on it. Do you understand?”
My finger was still on her lips, so she nodded her understanding.
“But I do need a response. Do you understand that?”
She nodded again. She was such a good little girl.
“I’m going to be very honest with you, Abigail. I wasn’t called away on business the other day.” Her eyes widened in confusion. “I needed to leave because I found myself growing a little too attached to you. That has never happened to me before and I didn’t know what to do with those feelings. So I left. But then I realized that I couldn’t keep myself away from you. Not without knowing the answer to one thing.” I moved my finger away from her mouth, but still she was silent. “I don’t want you to answer right now. In fact, I want you to walk into that building right there.” I pointed past her to the faculty of fine arts building behind her. “When I’m done asking you the question, I want you to walk upstairs and to the room 254. Do you understand?”
“Yes, D—” She caught herself. “Yes,” she answered simply.
I had to work to hide my smirk. “Good. If you feel the same way, and your answer is yes, I want you to enter room 254, open the bag there and follow the instructions. If your answer is no, you must continue walking past room 254 and carry on with your life. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” I dipped my head and took a breath, feeling far more like one of the grubby college students walking all around us than a forty-five-year-old successful businessman who had enough money to buy and sell any one of them. “Abigail, my time with you, although short, was life changing for me. I’ve built my business on making logical, well-thought-out decisions based on fact and research. But I’ve also followed my instincts a lot, too. With you, my instinct is to grab you, hold you and keep you close forever. Because, as inexplicable as it sounds, I believe I’m falling in love with you, Abigail.”
Her eyes widened and she blinked quickly, but still didn’t speak.
“I want to be with you and not just for a weekend. Move in with me, go to school, grow and be successful in your career of choice. I know it’s all happening very quickly, but I’m a man of decision and when I know something, I know it. So, my offer is this. I want you, Abigail. Forever. You can spend your days studying, and your nights in my bed with my cock buried deep inside your pussy, because that is where I’m certain it belongs. Always.” I took another deep breath and ran my hands up and down both of her arms. “If you feel the same way, and your answer is yes, go to room 254. If your answer is no, I wish you the best.”
And with that, I turned my back to her. It could quite possibly be the last time I saw Abigail, and I was prepared for that. After all, she was a young, twenty-year-old woman, tight and wet, surrounded by boys her own age who could offer…well, I didn’t have any fucking idea what they could offer her that I couldn’t, but I had to be ready for her to say no. I had to prepare myself for the eventuality that she would not be in room 254 when I went up there.
I stood and I waited.
After a moment, I could hear her as she turned around and walked toward the building, but still I did not turn around. I would wait twenty minutes. And then I would know for better or for worse, how Abigail truly felt.
I waited twenty minutes, and then another ten.
I’d never been so nervous in my life, which was ridiculous because I was never nervous. I’d brokered multi-million-dollar deals with nerves of steel. But this? This was different.
Abigail Blakely had gotten under my skin in a way that I couldn’t even begin to explain and even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. Just thinking of her with my finger pressed to those perfectly pink, plump lips had my dick throbbing in my pants.
Fuck.
What if she wasn’t there?
No.
I wouldn’t even think about it until—no, unless—it was a reality.
Finally, I looked at my watch. Thirty minutes had passed since I’d laid my heart out to her. It was time.
Once I turned around, I moved with purpose to facility of fine arts building and up the stairs to the second floor. I didn’t even hesitate when I opened the door. And once I did, my heart stopped.
She was there.
And not only was she there waiting for me. She was wearing the outfit I’d put in the bag for her.
Her back was turned to me when I walked in, but I could tell the moment she heard me enter. Her back actually relaxed, as if she’d been standing in wait, tense that I wouldn’t show.
But how could I not?
She was perfect.
And standing there, wearing the outfit I’d laid out for her. A stereotypical schoolgirl, sinfully short skirt with a white blouse tied under her breasts. Her stockings were pulled up and held by garters, with her black high-heel Mary Janes. I didn’t leave instructions, but she’d braided her hair into two long braids on either side of her head.
Perfect.
My little girl was perfect.
“Abigail.”
She turned and I saw how she’d skipped most of the buttons on her shirt, so her cleavage was on delicious display. She was so fucking impressive.
“Yes, Daddy?”
I almost came on the spot.
“Are you…” I hesitated. Also, not like me. Not at all. But this was important. This was Abigail, for fuck’s sakes. I couldn’t screw it up. I needed to know she was not only choosing me now, at this moment, but also everything I was offering. All of it. Always. I nodded briefly and started again. “Are you choosing this? To be with me? To work and achieve all your dreams by day?”
“And by night, Daddy?”
Seriously, I was going to fucking come in my pants.
“And by night,” I said, “to be my little whore. Is that what you’re choosing?”
She stepped toward me, her hips wiggling, her breasts thrust out in front of her, heaving with every breath she took. She stopped in front of me. So close I could smell her excitement. I didn’t even need to check to know her panties were soaked. Fuck, they’d probably been soaked from the moment she saw me on the street waiting for her.
She grinned and her little pink tongue darted out between her lips, but she still didn’t offer an answer.
“Abigail?”
She ducked her head slightly and looked up at me through her eyelashes with those beautiful fucking eyes. “Will everything change if I say yes?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “Sweetheart, everything will begin.”
16
Abby
“Yes.” There was nothing else I could say. There was nothing else I would say. “Yes,” I said again. “I will be your little whore.”
“Yes?”
I swallowed hard. I knew what I was saying. I knew what I was signing up for. I was giving up my chance of the typical college experience. But fuck it, I didn’t need it. I didn’t want it. All I wanted was Mr. Conrad’s hard cock inside me every night. And morning. And…always. God, I couldn’t even look the man in the eyes because I was afraid I’d jump the gun. Mr. Conrad…no…Daddy had rules. I needed to play by them. Or be punished
. But maybe….my ass throbbed and was still red from the punishment it took a few nights before.
Yes. There would be time for punishment. But not right now.
I knew what had to be done.
“Yes,” I said again. And then, just for good measure, I said, “I am your little whore, Daddy.”
I didn’t even have time to process what I’d said or what it meant, because a fraction of a second later he was on me. One of Daddy’s big, strong hands was holding my braids back, tilting my head up and exposing my neck, and the other was under my shirt, squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple. He thrust one of his legs between mine and he pushed up against my pussy with his thigh while his mouth was on my neck, kissing and sucking relentlessly. The combined sensations of everything at once overwhelmed my senses to the point where I could barely even catch a breath.
As soon as I could, I sucked in air. In the next moment, he walked me backward, so I was pressed up against the window that looked down on the student union square, where I knew people were starting to gather for the beginning of the year festivities. When I’d dressed, I glanced out, afraid someone would see me.
Now my half-naked ass was pressed against the huge window.
I no longer cared. Now all I cared about was having Daddy’s hands on me, his mouth on me, his kisses all over me.
As soon as my ass was pressed up against the window, the cool glass soothing my still hot skin, he released his grip on my braids and used both his hands to play with my tits. He pulled the fabric of the shirt down until it was under my breasts, pushing them up obscenely high.
“Better,” he groaned before he pulled first one nipple roughly into his mouth, and then in turn, the other. He sucked, hard, until they were in firm peaks, throbbing for more attention.
But Daddy had other ideas.
“Now that you’ve said yes to our new arrangement, Abigail, are you ready for all it entails?”
