by Madison Faye
Just when I’m at the edge and know there is no way I can stop my orgasm, Gage stops. “Noo… Daddy, please… please…” I beg, reaching for him. I grip his shoulders and wrap my legs around his torso, desperate for him to continue. I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t finish me. Despite my hold, Gage moves up my body until his cock is resting between my pussy lips. I rock up into him, rubbing myself against him, but it’s not enough to send me over the edge.
Gage crushes his lips to mine and I can taste myself on him. It’s dirty and sexy at the same time. I’m so distracted by the kiss that it takes me by surprise when he starts to push his thick cock inside me. I break away from the kiss and pant as he stretches me to my limits. Before I’m ready, he pushes deep, ripping through my virginity. I cry out in pain and tears prick my eyes.
“Such a good girl taking Daddy’s cock.”
It hurts, and I tell him so. He licks my tears away as he starts to move within me. “I know, princess. Daddy is big and you’re tiny.”
He puts his fingers to my lips and orders me to suck. Once his fingers are wet, he reaches between our bodies and presses against my clit. With every thrust, he rubs my sensitive nub until the pain of losing my virginity is replaced by pleasure. The orgasm that had abated as he claimed my virginity comes rushing back to the forefront. I feel like I’m going to fly apart; I cling to his arms, trying to keep myself grounded.
“That’s it, come for me. Come all over Daddy.”
He pistons in and out of me. My pussy clamps down on him and I explode into a million bright shiny pieces. I’m barely cognizant as Gage chases his own release. Every thrust drives me higher and higher until there is nothing left but white-hot ecstasy. Gage curses as he buries himself to the hilt. I feel his cock jerk inside me as he fills me with his release.
He lies heavily on top of me; I love the feeling of being completely surrounded by him. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. I practically melt into a puddle of swoony goo when he starts peppering my neck and shoulder with sweet kisses. Rising to his elbows, he meets my gaze. His eyes show so much more than words. He looks at me like I’m the best thing in the world. I’m sure the sentiment is reflecting in my own eyes because I’m feeling something that suspiciously feels like love.
It’s insanity because we hardly know each other. He’s only been back in my life for two short days, but my seemingly unrequited crush has ballooned into so much more, quickly. My teenage self was half in love with him; my adult self seems to be all in. It takes effort to not voice my thoughts. I want to share everything with Gage. I want him to know me. The real me, not the girl the world knows. I want him to see beyond the pretty face.
Eventually, Gage rolls off of me. I instantly miss his warmth, but I don’t have to miss it for long because he pulls me into him until I’m practically lying on his chest. I snuggle closer as he runs his fingers up and down my back. It doesn’t take long before I’m asleep. I swear I hear Gage murmur ‘I love you’ as I give in to my exhaustion. But that can’t be, it’s too soon. It’s one thing for me to have fanciful thoughts of love, but Gage is a big strong man, he’s lived a hard life and has way more experience than I do. It won’t do for me to think he’s in love with me.
But he did say you’re his, my brain reminds me of all the times he’s gone a little caveman with his declarations. I stomp down that line of thinking. All of this could be temporary. He could get tired of me. Besides, what happens when the next model or actress or musician needs a bodyguard? He’ll be gone, and I’ll be left behind to my lonely life. I know, poor me, the rich supermodel who has the world at her feet. It sounds ridiculous, but I would give it all up in a heartbeat if it meant I could have a real life.
It makes me seriously consider what Gage has been saying about my doing things that make me happy and not what everyone else expects of me. Photography makes me happy. Being here with Gage makes me happy. I could easily live a normal, quiet life without any of the trappings that come with being famous. If I were a nobody, people like Steve Nelson wouldn’t be a problem…
Chapter Eight
Gage
Estella’s alarm wakes us at six. She’s doing a commercial for some kind of makeup or lotion or some other girly shit. She stretches in her sleep and rubs her soft body against me. My cock is hard as a rock even though I woke her twice in the night to take her again. I know her pussy has to be sore, but I’m a bastard and can’t get enough of her.
She rubs her ass against my cock and arches her back so she can encircle my neck with her arms. That’s enough of an invitation for me. I bite her shoulder and she moans. My princess likes a little pain with her pleasure. I’m happy to oblige. I lift her leg and pull it over mine, opening her up to me. My cock slides easily through the wetness from our mutual releases throughout the night. We should probably have a conversation about the fact that we haven’t used any protection and I know that she’s not on birth control. I get a fierce sense of possession at the idea of my little princess pregnant. I can imagine her body swelling with our child and I nearly come like an uncontrolled teenager.
I slowly enter her, doing my best to be gentle. Estella’s breathy moans as I make love to her are nearly my undoing. She pushes her ass back as I thrust and she cries out. I grip her hip and hold her still.
“Nuh-uh, slow. Gentle,” I scold.
She lets out a frustrated sound and I nip her ear.
“Please, Daddy. More. I want it. Don’t hold back.”
I groan as she begs me to fuck her, the dirty word easily falling from her lips. I know I told her cursing was a no-no but hearing her beg for me to fuck her makes me revise that thought. There is nothing hotter than my innocent princess begging for my cock.
“As you wish, princess.”
I flip her to her hands and knees and plunge back into her, bottoming out on every thrust. Her pussy is tight as a fist in this position, seriously testing my control. Estella falls to her elbows, tilting her ass higher, tempting me. I lightly spank her and again she begs for more. My next hit echoes in the room and she moans, her pussy clenching around me. Dirty girl. I spank her until her ass is a rosy red and she’s looking over her shoulder with tears in her eyes.
I don’t stop spanking as I fuck her, not until she’s begging me to stop. I ignore her pleas. Her ass is a bright red when I’m done. Her eyes are glazed over and even if she wasn’t dripping wet I would know she loved every second of it. I rub her heated cheeks and she moans, pushing back against me. Just yesterday she was an innocent virgin. Today she is a wanton begging for more. I’m a lucky man.
I spread her cheeks exposing her virgin asshole. I circle the tight ring and Estella tenses. “One day I’m going to take you here. I’ll own every part of your body.”
I slick my finger through her pussy, then slowly push past her tight ring. Even though she’s shying away from my prodding finger, her inner muscles ripple around my cock. I move my finger in tandem as I fuck her. Without warning, Estella screams her release, taking me over the edge with her in an almost violent orgasm. My cock slips from her tight sheath and I instantly want to dive back in. I can’t get enough of her, but she has to get up and get ready.
“Go take a shower, princess. I’ll order you some breakfast.”
“We could skip breakfast and you could join me in the shower.”
I shake my head with a smile. “If I get in that shower with you, you’ll never get to the set in time.”
I laugh when she sighs and her bottom lip pushes out in a pout. “I wish I could play hooky again today.”
“Me too, but you have responsibilities. Now get,” I say, giving her a little push and a slap to her still-pink ass. She giggles and walks to the bathroom with an exaggerated sway to her hips. Tease.
* * *
The commercial takes hours to film. The other actress they hired showed up strung out and hungover. She could hardly stand up straight, let alone remember her lines. With about a gallon of coffee, she sobered up enough to pa
ssably make it through her lines. The whole time she was a complete bitch and talked down to Estella like she was nothing because she is ‘just a model’—her words, not mine. If it weren’t for the fact that I’d never hit a woman, I would have punched her in the face for her comments. As it was, Estella just ignored them like it was nothing. No matter how ugly the woman got, she kept her cool and didn’t rise to the bait.
We’re in the dressing room after the shoot when my phone rings. Rodney’s name flashes on my screen and I know without a doubt it has to do with the Nelson situation. He’s been digging for information on the bastard since I got the call from Andrew.
“What do you got for me?”
“I’ve been sifting through Nelson’s life and found some interesting information.”
“Tell me,” I say impatiently.
“It seems that a week prior to Estella’s attack there was a deposit for twenty thousand dollars made to an off-shore account made to his name. Two days after the attack, another twenty grand was deposited. He was arrested a week later when there was an anonymous tip as to his location.”
The implications cause my head to spin. Nelson wasn’t just a crazy fan with an obsession; he was hired to attack Estella.
“Whoever hired him must have decided he was too much of a loose cannon and decided his obsession was too deep to give up the idea of being with Estella and so they turned him in.”
“Do we know where the money was transferred from?”
“That’s the curious thing, the money came from Estella Trenton’s account.”
Estella is busy chatting with Jet as he cleans the makeup from her face. I slip out of the room to continue our conversation.
“What the fuck? That’s not possible.” I don’t believe it. Estella would never perpetuate something like that. It’s obvious she’s scared of the man. She may be a good actress but there is no way she could fake that level of fear. The pictures the police took of her injuries after showed the truth. I don’t doubt for a second that she had nothing to do with this. Someone set her up. “Keep digging. Estella didn’t hire Nelson.”
“I hear you, boss.”
“Have you made any progress finding the bastard?”
“No, he’s completely ghosted.”
“Keep me posted.” I end the call just as Estella emerges fresh faced and dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a pink top that accentuates the pink of her lips. Her smile falters when she takes me in.
“What happened?”
I shake my head. “Later. Let’s get out of here.”
“Bridgette called while you were on the phone. She’s in town and invited me to dinner at her hotel.” The way she says ‘invited’ makes me believe she was ordered.
Even though I want to say no and keep her far, far away from the toxic bitch, I keep my mouth shut. “Okay, let’s go.”
The ride to the hotel is quiet, both of us lost in our thoughts. We pull up to the fanciest hotel in the city, and I’m not surprised to find that her stepmother is staying in the penthouse suite. Estella’s hotel is nice, but nothing like this.
“I want to apologize in advance for whatever horrible thing my stepmother says.”
“I won’t hold it against you,” I promise. I hug her to my chest and kiss her; she moans into my mouth and deepens the kiss. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I have her pinned to the elevator wall. The elevator stops on the top floor and I reluctantly pull away.
Estella holds my hand as we walk down the hallway toward the door. If I didn’t know better, I would say she’s walking the green mile and not about to have dinner with her mother. She knocks on the door and it opens a moment later.
Bridgette is in her mid-forties. She’s bottle blonde and has had way too much plastic surgery. Her lips are unnaturally plump, and her eyes look pinched from either a facelift gone wrong or a hell of a lot of Botox. Either way, the results are not pleasing to the eye.
“It’s about time you got here,” she sneers. She looks me up and down and grimaces. “What’s he doing here?”
“Gage is my…” Estella doesn’t seem to know how to answer.
“I’m her bodyguard and boyfriend.” I narrow my gaze and dare her to say something. Estella looks at me wide-eyed. I’m not sure if she’s surprised I told her stepmother we are a couple or if she’s angry. I honestly don’t give a fuck, she’s mine and I’m not going to keep it a secret.
Bridgette snorts indelicately. “Well, you’ll just have to find yourself something else to do because I need to speak to my daughter in private.”
“Where she goes, I go.”
Estella’s eyes grow even wider at my rebuke. “It’s okay, Gage. I’ll be fine. I’m sure you have work you need to catch up on…” Her eyes plead with me to drop it. Against my better judgement, I agree to give them some privacy.
Chapter Nine
Estella
I’m relieved when Gage doesn’t push to stay. I know he wanted to argue, but he relented. This dinner already isn’t going to be pleasant; having Gage irritate my mother further wouldn’t help matters at all.
“I ordered room service. It should be here any moment.”
I paste on a happy smile. “Thank you.”
“Well, someone has to force you to stick to your diet. I’m very disappointed with your choices lately. First, you make a fool of yourself in front of the paparazzi, and then you go off your diet. You’ve probably gained two pounds since I last saw you.”
I look to my feet. “I’m sorry, Mom, it’s just been a stressful time. I’ll do better.”
“And cancelling your fitting and Miss Magazine. That’s unacceptable. People are talking and nothing they are saying is favorable. You’ve tarnished your reputation by being seen with that oaf of a man. You need to be seen dating someone on your level, not some low-brow bodyguard.”
“Gage isn’t just a bodyguard, he owns his own company. He’s a good man. Better than Brent. He treats me like a princess.” For the first time in my life, I stand up to my stepmother. It took her insulting the man I’m falling in love with for me to find the courage.
Our argument is interrupted by a knock on the door. Bridgette gives me a withering look before she goes to answer the door. There is a commotion and I turn to find Steve Nelson pointing a gun at my stepmother. Fear runs through my veins like ice. I knew he would come for me. He promised it wasn’t over and here he is. I never should have sent Gage away.
“What are you doing here?” Bridgette asks.
“It should be obvious I’m here for Estella. Though that bastard ruined her.” He turns his crazed, beady eyes to me and looks me up and down. “That’s okay, though, baby, I forgive you.”
Taking advantage of his distraction, Bridgette moves toward the door.
“Not so fast, bitch. You thought you could keep me away from my love? We had a deal, forty thousand dollars for me to take Estella away.”
I gasp in shock and shoot a disbelieving look at Bridgette, which she ignores.
“I’ve been rotting in prison while my girl,” Nelson shakes his gun threateningly at her, “has been flaunting herself all over the globe because of you!”
“Is it true? Did you pay him to attack me?”
My stepmother doesn’t even have the good sense to look ashamed. “He was supposed to kidnap you. But then that stupid makeup man had to interfere and this idiot,” she waves her hand at Nelson, “threatened to tell you everything and I couldn’t have that, so I tipped off the police.”
“Why?” I ask. “I don’t understand.”
“Isn’t it obvious, my dear? Money. I like a certain lifestyle and the paltry twenty-five percent isn’t enough. With you out of the picture, I would have complete access to your accounts. And after a year of you being missing you could be declared deceased and I would get the life insurance money.”
I’d like to say I’m shocked, but really, I’m not. My stepmother is greedy. She’s pushed me at every opportunity to do more. Take more jobs. More end
orsement deals. Anything that would put more money in the bank.
Out of nowhere, Steve hits Bridgette with the butt of his gun and she falls to the floor in a heap. I cry out in shock, and even though she paid my stalker to kidnap me, I rush to her side. I don’t make it because Steve is faster. He grabs me by my upper arm and gives me a little shake.
“The bitch deserves it. She kept us apart, my love.”
I cringe away as he cups my cheek. Tears track down my face unbidden as I realize exactly how dire this situation is; he could do anything to me and there is no one to stop him. His time in prison didn’t lessen his obsession, if anything he seems even more off-kilter. He makes a move to kiss me and I push him away. His grip tightens on my arm and he grabs my face harshly, holding me in place. I kick and cry out.
I fight.
Last time, I was so scared I froze. Not this time. I refuse to give up. Steve Nelson will not win. I knee him in the groin and he instinctively drops his hands to cover his crotch, freeing me from his hold. Steve is between me and the exit, so I run for the bathroom. I slam the door and throw the lock. I look around for some kind of weapon, but there is nothing.
It doesn’t take long for him to start pounding at the door. “Open the fucking door,” he screams. I can only hope that he makes enough noise that someone will hear and call security.
“Go away! Gage will be back any minute,” I yell back, hoping against all hope that Gage is back soon.
Chapter Ten
Gage
I hear the screaming as soon as the elevator doors open. I take off down the hall, determined to get to my girl. The door is locked, but I don’t let that stop me. I kick it open and nearly trip over Estella’s stepmother’s prone body. Steve Nelson is pounding at what I assume is the bathroom door while Estella screams at him to go away.
