Under Daddy's Protection

by Serafine Laveaux

  “How long before your family starts looking for you?” he asked, clearly wanting to redirect the conversion away from himself.

  “I don’t have any family,” she admitted. “My parents died when I was little. All I have left is my uncle, and I rarely visit him.” She doubted Uncle Misha would think twice if she didn’t show up for a while. He was kind to her and had made sure she was well cared for after her parents died, but she had been sent to boarding school after the funeral and she’d only seen him a few times a year after that. Her Aunt Miriya had been like a mother to her, calling her every day and sending her care packages almost every week, but she died from an aggressive breast cancer a few weeks before Nikki’s fifteenth birthday. After that, Uncle Misha seemed content to fund her accounts and keep her at a comfortable distance.

  Gage questioned her briefly on her family. How did her parents die, what did her uncle do for a living. None of the details were particularly interesting but she was pleased he took an interest. Knowing what Gage did for a living, she doubted he was impressed by her boring background but it was still nice to be asked. He was also interested in her friends, where they worked, how did she meet them, would they be looking for her.

  The truth was Nikki had few friends. She was on friendly terms with everyone at her job but she didn’t keep touch with any of them outside of work. Other than Cyla, no one would think much of her disappearance. Thinking of Cyla worrying about her, not knowing what had happened, made her feel awful. “My only real friend is Cyla and she works at the club too so she knows I’m missing.” Nikki frowned. “I’m sure she’s been blowing up my phone trying to reach me. I know she’ll be worried sick. Can’t I at least tell her I’m ok?”

  “Absolutely not!” Gage leaned back toward her, fixing a stern gaze upon her. “I mean it, Kitten. No one can know you are alive. I know it seems cruel but if she is worried and asking about you, then that’s a good thing. Whoever wants you dead may be watching her to see if she might lead them to you.”

  “Ok,” Nikki sighed reluctantly.

  “Promise me,” Gage insisted.

  Nikki nodded. “I promise,” she said, then giggled and added, “I promise, Daddy.”

  Gage blinked, then chuckled as he reached across to stroke her hair. “I’ll hold you to it, Kitten,” he whispered.

  A slight shiver ran down Nikki’s neck when he said it. She’d wanted a daddy for a while, not in the paternal father sense but something a bit more kinky. Whether or not Gage would be open to that sort of lifestyle she didn’t know but she certainly enjoyed imagining it. He would be perfect, and so far he’d seemed to enjoy the job of bathing her, making her brush her teeth and wash her hands, fussing over what she ate. She was beginning to think that underneath his hard as nails exterior, D.C. Gage was very squishy.

  Chapter Nine

  All attempts to get her to sleep on the plane failed miserably. Gage managed to get her to brush her teeth and put her pajamas on, but that was as far as he got. Nikki was just too excited to settle down. At least the fear and nervousness of the last few days had been replaced with enthusiasm and happiness. He just wished she would get some sleep at some point. The last few nights she’d gone to bed only to wake up crying out from bad dreams. Each time he would go to her room and hold her, stroking her hair until she finally drifted off once more. However, each morning she would drag into the kitchen with ever darkening circles under her eyes. What little sleep she was getting didn’t seem to be doing her much good.

  He’d discreetly ordered some orange juice with a splash of vodka in it, hoping the alcohol would make her sleepy. At first his plan was a success. She nodded off in his lap, and stayed asleep long enough for a flight attendant to recline her chair into a bed so he could tuck her in. Finally Gage could get a much-needed nap of his own. He didn’t bother with the pajamas the airline provided, preferring to simply recline his seat back and drift away, reliving memories of a pre-contract Nikki working her magic at the bar and charming him from halfway across the room. Sleep was about to overtake him when he heard her voice calling to him.

  “Daddy,” she whispered. “I’m thirsty.”

  So ask the flight attendant for a drink, he thought wearily as he forced his eyes to open. It seemed Nikki wasn’t the only one who wouldn’t be getting any sleep for a while. Resigned to staying awake, he signaled for a flight attendant. Coffee for him, a ginger ale for Nikki. “And if you have anything to keep her entertained that would be great,” he added. “Toys, crayons, anything would be appreciated.” She could stay awake for now. By the time they changed planes in Dubai he was certain she would be grateful for a nap. If not, he had an idea how to wear her out.

  The attendant returned with drinks, and a special children’s magazine with colored pencils for Nikki who squealed with delight at the sight of them. Once again Gage was enchanted by her childlike innocence and ability to take joy in the smallest things even when her life was in danger. It floored him to imagine anyone would want to hurt her. She was harmless. All he wanted to do was hold her tight and keep her safe, shower her with stuffies and sparkly hair clips, and if he was going to be honest about it, fuck her until her kitten ears fell off. His earlier concerns about her being some drug lab technician for the Russian mob seemed absurd now as he watched her gleefully color the pages in the children’s magazine. One thing was certain. No one was going to hurt a single hair on her head. He would make sure of that.

  * * *

  “You need a nap.”

  A nap was the last thing Nikki thought she needed. When Gage had told her they would wait in the airline’s lounge for the duration of their layover at the Dubai airport, she’d envisioned a dark, dreary bar and seating area tucked off to the side. Instead it looked more like an exclusive shopping mall complete with a spa, sleeping areas, and a buffet offering up an endless array of treats that made her mouth water. All she wanted to do was snatch one of the muffins from the nearest serving counter, maybe a glazed donut too, and then explore the various shops and kiosks throughout the first class lounge.

  “I’m not sleepy, Daddy,” she argued as she’d tugged him toward the buffet. “Look, they have donuts! I want a chocolate one!”

  “You can have a banana,” he countered.

  “Banana muffin?” Nikki gave him her best puppy dog eyes as she pointed to her compromise.

  Gage shook his head in resignation. “A banana muffin,” he relented, “but only if you promise to lie down after you eat it and take a nap. We still have another long flight ahead of us.”

  Making the promise was easy, especially when a banana nut muffin hung in the balance, but when it came time to lie down on one of the comfy daybeds in the sleeping rooms, Nikki found she couldn’t deliver. Her body was tired but her mind refused to calm down. After an hour Gage gave up and let her resume her exploring with a rather ominous warning that once they were on the plane he would make sure she finally went to sleep.

  When at last they boarded the plane for the final leg of their trip, Nikki eagerly bounded over to her little cubby and began searching the TV for something to watch.

  “Don’t start a movie, Kitten. I’m about to make sure you sleep on this flight,” Gage told her as he signaled for a flight attendant to come over. “I know you’re wound up. I get it. But Daddy needs sleep too.”

  Engrossed in the huge selection of available movies to watch, Nikki barely heard him talking to the airline attendant.

  “There’s two shower suites at the front of the upper deck,” he told her as he led her through the plane. “Luckily no one ever seems to use them at the beginning of a flight so I reserved one for us now.”

  “Just one? For both of us?” she squeaked nervously. It was true she’d been fantasizing about taking a shower with him earlier, but now that it was about to happen she felt a bit panicked. It was one thing to be bathed by him after that awful Saturday morning, but to take a shower with him was totally different. There was no hiding anything in the shower. Before sh
e could protest he stopped and opened a narrow door, then ushered her inside.

  The shower suite was surprisingly spacious, everything flowing in sensual curves from the outside wall to the counter edge to the graceful bench seat. Even the shower was circular, and to her relief, too small for two people to stand in. At least too small when one was as big as Gage was.

  Gage followed her inside and took a seat on the bench, motioning for her to take a washcloth and some shower gels from the provided baskets. “Take a shower and clean every inch of your body thoroughly. Behind your ears, under your arms, and especially between your legs. When you’re finished, come out and I will help you relax.”

  Nikki froze in the middle of picking up bottles of shampoo and conditioner. “How, um... how are you going to do that?” she gulped nervously.

  “I’m going to lick and suck your pussy until you come,” he said calmly. “And then I’m going to do it some more, until you come again. And again, until your whole body goes limp and you’re begging for me to let you sleep.”

  A groaning need began to stir between her legs as her pussy gave its enthusiastic endorsement of what he was offering. Nikki didn’t need to touch herself to know she was already wet, but that didn’t make her feel any braver about what was about to happen. Was he serious? She wasn’t sure which was more unnerving: the thought of him going down on her with flight attendants and passengers just outside the door, or the idea of getting naked with him watching her from two feet away. As quickly as possible she tugged off her clothes, grabbed the complimentary toiletries, and jumped into the circular shower, pulling the door closed behind her.

  “You have five minutes,” Gage informed her. “The water will shut off after that.”

  So much for washing her hair. Five minutes was barely enough to bathe and shave her legs. As ordered, she thoroughly scrubbed every inch of her body, paying particular attention to her privates. Already wet and needy, her pussy insisted she shave her legs another day. They had more important things to take care of now. As her soapy fingers quickly located her most sensitive spot, one fingertip pressing down on her impatient clit and giving a series of rapid taps that almost sent her to her knees, another slipped lower to dip in the slick juices already overflowing. Nikki imagined her fingers were his tongue, hungrily tasting and teasing her delicate bits as he grasped her hips and pulled her tighter into his mouth.

  A soft moan escaped her, and she hoped the spray of the water drowned it out. Gage hadn’t said she couldn’t touch herself in the shower but he didn’t tell her to either.

  “Two more minutes, Kitten.”

  Closing her eyes, she pressed one hand against the wall for support as the other busied itself with her pussy, caressing the velvety folds and gently sliding inside her eager pussy hole. Nikki bit her lip to keep from moaning as she quickened their pace, wishing they were bigger.

  “Time’s up.”

  Nikki opened one eye and realized the water had shut off. She’d run out of time. Gage was waiting for her just outside the shower. Reluctantly she let her hand fall away from her pussy as she stared uneasily at the shower door, afraid to open it. Everything was moving so fast and as much as she wanted this, she wasn’t sure she was ready for it. Despite being just inches away from an orgasm ten seconds ago, inhibition and embarrassment was already putting a major damper on her arousal.

  “Kitten, I’m waiting.”

  “Daddy...” Her voice trailed off. There was something he needed to know about her, but she was ashamed to admit it. As she tried to find the courage to step out, the door opened and she saw Gage standing there holding out a towel. Without waiting, he reached in and wrapped it around her, then gently but firmly led her out.

  “Daddy...” she tried again as he sat down on the bench, standing her between his knees as he rubbed her down with the towel. Maybe he wasn’t serious about the licking? Maybe he would just get her dry and dressed in her pajamas again and then demand she get some sleep. God, she hoped so. As delicious as it would be to have him go down on her, it would never work out like he’d planned.

  He paid no notice to her stuttering. Satisfied she was dry, he turned her around to face the wall with her back to him. “I want you to grab that bar now,” he ordered.

  Directly in front of her was a curved support bar that wrapped around the equally curved wall. She assumed it was a towel rack but it looked sturdy enough to be one of those handicapped bars. Nervously she placed both hands on it as she felt Gage’s strong hand wrap around her left ankle and lift it up and back to place her foot on the bench beside him, then do the same to her right. To her total embarrassment this left her standing with one foot on either side of his hips, ass in the air as she leaned over to cling to the bar for support.

  “Daddy, please, no, this is embarrassing,” she pleaded, and then his hot breath engulfed her exposed pussy as his tongue took a leisurely taste along the outer edge of her labia, coming up to take a swipe along the length of her clit before heading back down the other lip. “Daddy, I’ll fall,” she gasped as he gently probed her dripping hole with his tongue.

  “I won’t let you fall, Kitten,” he whispered huskily as he kissed her flushed pussy.

  “Daddy, I can’t come from oral.” There. She’d said it. Her previous boyfriends had all tried and failed until they became annoyed with her. Nikki didn’t want to relive that horrible embarrassment again, and she doubted faking an orgasm would fool Gage, but she couldn’t bear having to cling to the bar with her ass in the air while Gage spent an hour trying to get her off. The humiliation of not being able to come would send her running for the nearest emergency exit. Not that she wouldn’t enjoy having Gage try to pleasure her in such an intimate manner, and she did enjoy oral. She just never reached orgasm from it, and there was no point in him wasting his time.

  Nikki tried to step down off the bench, but Gage’s powerful hand clamped down on her left ankle, preventing her from moving an inch as his tongue swirled and wrapped around her clit, pulling it into his mouth as his free hand reached up and grasped her right nipple. “Ooooh, ooh, god,” she groaned as he squeezed it, pulling it just enough to reach that fine line between pleasure and pain before letting it go. “I mean... I like it... oooh,” she gasped as he danced the tip of his tongue around her ass. “I just... I just...”

  “You just need to be quiet,” he murmured into the cleft between her cheeks, his eyelashes brushing against her backside as his mouth worked its way back down to her pussy. The iron grip on her ankle turned to a velvet caress twining around the delicate spot just under the bone before easing its way up her calf to tease the ticklish spot just behind her knee.

  All other sounds gave way to the beat of her own heart pulsing in her ears, and the feeling of it throbbing excitedly in her pussy. One long finger penetrated her tight hole, then two, finally three, thrusting insistently as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked it hungrily. An intoxicating vibration began to reverberate through her tiny button and she realized he’d begun humming as he sucked. It was like having her vibrator, but a million times better.

  The strain of holding herself in position intensified every sensation in a way she’d never experienced just lying back on a couch or car seat. Every muscle, every nerve lit up in response to his fingers on her body and tongue between her legs. A simple exhale across her flushed lips sent a rampage of goosebumps across her arms and thighs, a subtle caress delivered an electric jolt that nearly sent her to the floor in a heap. She’d told Gage she didn’t come from oral and it was true, she never had, but that was about to change. Every inch of her had him on it. His mouth claimed her pussy but his hands were all over, squeezing her calves, stroking her thighs, gripping her hips, her breasts, her shoulders.

  “You’re going to come, Kitten,” he growled, giving her clit an unexpected flick as his fingers drove into her and arched downward, quickly finding the little bump that until now only she’d ever known about. Firmly stroking it, he traced his tongue under
the curve of her right ass cheek, then trailed down her shuddering hamstring before planting a steamy kiss behind her knee. “Focus on what I’m doing, on how good it feels, and then come.”

  Nikki gasped, allowing her earlier inhibitions to melt away, sinking into the electric tingling his touches delivered. Every inch of her skin was aflame, every part of her demanding more, and as wave after wave rippled across her body her eyes began to roll back. “Ohhh, you’re good at this too,” she sighed heavily as the muscles in her legs began to clench, causing one foot to thump rapidly against the bench.

  Without warning he reached both arms between her legs to grab her waist, pulling her upper body down and back against him as he slipped his shoulders from behind her thighs to in front of them, then stood up. With his tongue buried deep inside her fevered pussy and her legs tossed over his shoulders, she let go of both the bar and the last of her control, gasping as the O she’d been reaching for in the shower slammed into her. Blood rushed to her head, making her vision swim while her body opened up and then folding in on itself. Nikki buried her face against the straining bulge behind his zipper to muffle her euphoric squeals, her leg now kicking the wall behind Gage as her hips ground against his demanding mouth.

  At last the shockwave began to recede and she slumped limply down against his body. Gage turned around and lowered her until her upper body came to rest on the bench, then turned her and let her legs slide bonelessly over his shoulders. Before she could catch her breath, he sat down beside her and quickly hoisted them back over his shoulders, his mouth resuming its assault on her swollen, spent pussy. “Ooooh, oooh, nooo,” she exhaled weakly, still twitching from coming. “Please, Daddy, it’s too sensitive.”

  His only response was to grasp her red, inflated clit between his thumb and forefinger and massage it, alternating gentle strokes with light taps while reaching down with his other hand to caress her tummy, coaxing her body to yield to him once more.