Dirty Daddy Fairy Tales

Chapter 5

“I have to go potty,” she said.

“That can be worked out.” I didn’t appreciate the way her plea made my throat ache a little. Or how I had to steady my right hand carefully while feeding French Toast to her swollen lips.

She was clever as the devil and twice as alluring; I learned that from her dossier: homeschooled herself to take care of her mom during stage four cancer, early admission to the Cyber Security program with Global Knowledge. Not to mention her smarts combined with the lines of her curves, which burned themselves into my brain so I thought of nothing else.

They hired me to deliver her to them, but judging by the stiffness protesting in my pants, I was far from immune to her charms. I wouldn’t blame Bella for seeking to capitalize on that. Hell, I would do it if in her shoes. So it landed on me to make sure our relationship stayed professional. Nothing personal, strictly business.

Just a job. Like a hundred others. The money from this project paid enough to get out of the cat-and-mouse game. I trained for this mission my entire career. One worthy of being my last.

I escorted her down the long, wood paneled hallway hung with framed black and white pictures of truck stops from the 1950s and 60s. Bella went ahead of me to the restrooms, and from the back, could admire her jiggling end zone. Focus. Just get her to Maryland. That’s all you need to do. Stop admiring her body parts, for f**k’s sake. Besides, girls with looks as pretty as hers are born with a boyfriend.

Focus. Just get her to Maryland. That’s all you need to do. Stop admiring her body parts, for f**k’s sake. Besides, girls with looks as pretty as hers are born with a boyfriend.After checking that the bathroom was window-free, I undid Bella’s cuffs and snapped them on again so that her hands were in front, allowing her to take care of business. I held onto the cuffs preventing her from leaving me and warned, “Hey, so note to self?”

She stared up at me like I was the abominable snowman about to eat her puppy. “Girls need to keep their eyes on their drinks every single minute when they’re in a bar. That scrawny dude drugged your drink last night. You’re lucky I came along when I did.”

“Lucky! If this is luck I never wanna see what you call ‘misfortune’.”

“Is that so?” I raised a brow at her. “Don’t tarry doing your business in there. I will come in after you if necessary.”

will“It takes trust to build a relationship, you know.” She jerked her wrists to the end of her cuff chains three times. “This thing between us won’t go anywhere if you can’t trust me. Be right back.” She pulled the door open and went inside, and out came an older woman with a tight perm and rhinestone encrusted horn rims pulled her glasses down and stared at Bella’s shackles.

“We’re just trying to spice up our s*x life,” Bella held up the cuffs and sassed at the woman’s obvious distaste. When the duly offended shoved her shiny pink leopard skin print purse up to her elbow and pushed past me, Bella hollered after her, “You can get help with that shitty sense of style, but being a b***h, that’s permanent!”

For the first time since I remembered, I tossed my head back and laughed out loud.

With gritty eyes, the headlights coming straight at me for the last two hours weren’t making it any better. We’d be at the location I’d plotted for a stopover within the hour.

There were weird caveats required by the men who hired me. Transport the fugitive via Highway 50 from Sacramento to Maryland. No plane trips. They said Bella was clever enough to escape anywhere with plenty of people and exit strategies available to her, making her sound like a seasoned criminal. Fine by me. More transport time meant more hours billed.

I was plenty used to dealing with eccentric employers in my line of work. Besides the trip had been more entertaining than I expected thus far and rather than a criminal mastermind, Bella came off more like an innocent girl in need of safekeeping. She napped earlier, recovering from her roofie hangover, and her gentle snores filled her side of the cab. Now, post-nap, she chatted like a freaking magpie.

“Whatever your boss told you, they lied.” She turned the radio on and fiddled with the dial, flipping from one station to the next without landing on a single station.

I slumped in my seat and snapped, “Yeah, okay. Thanks for the intel.”

“They framed my dad when he discovered that your employers were the ones behind the theft of client information. They didn’t figure anyone would track their hacks but they were wrong. They’re only after him now because he discovered their dirty secrets.”

“Sugar. I’ve stood shoulder to shoulder with enough thieves to know one thing: crooks always lie. Besides, humans are never what they appear, and good people sometimes do bad things.”

alwaysnever“Meaning?” She tried to cross her arms in a huff, but the cuffs prevented it.

“Meaning, you may look like a rose, you may smell like a rose, but fact is fact. Your dad took money from my client. A s**t ton of money. And stealing is wrong, no matter how evil the guy is you’re robbing. Just as the old adage says, two wrongs don’t make a right.” I could feel my temperature rise. ”Let me tell you something, you will help me make it right.”

willThat kept her quiet for a solid hour. I saw her thoughts spinning like cartoon watch gears over her head as we continued towards Utah, our first stop-over during this road trip.

She propped her chin on both fists and asked me out of the blue, “Okay, so if you don’t want to discuss the elephant in the room, how about a game of dirty thirty?”

“Wait a minute. What elephant in the room?”

“The elephant: my father’s innocence.”

innocenceI pretended not to hear her. Nor did I want to listen to her wax on about the dirty thirty.

Thank you, but no.

“Okay then. Dirty thirty it is. Me and my best friend memorized these conversation prompts from a magazine to whip out any time a date isn’t going anywhere. First challenge: when"s the best time to have s*x?”

I remembered the sight of her jeans as she walked ahead of me towards the bath rooms in the truck stop, “Anytime,” I said.

“Hysterical.”

Even though I wasn’t looking at her I could tell she was rolling her eyes. Brat.

Brat“Come on, it’s no fun unless you answer honestly. It’s the only way we’ll learn about each other.”

“Bella, you’re with a strange man in a strange place, headed to meet the people who initiated this manhunt,” I lectured. “Sexy talk is too risky right now.”

Unless she wanted to take advantage of the fact that I was a hot-blooded male, in which case her game was right on point. My d**k was all ears. But Jesus, I cuffed her, for f**k’s sake. If I weren’t a decent guy, she’d be putting herself in real danger. And the thought of her being careless with her safety made me grind my teeth and breathe through my nostrils.

realThe little fool.

The little fool.Unperturbed, she kept going without a care in the world, as if we discussed the weather, instead of her next question. “What are the top five things you search for in porn?”

No mistake, that last question made me madder than a hornet. Only because I thought about the repercussions of saying something like that to a complete stranger. In this case, I was that stranger, and she was lucky, very lucky, that I was not a man to make a woman do something s****l against her will.

I wasn’t anyone’s hero, and her teasing pulled at me with silken tentacles. I could feel the beat of my heart in my chest, and the hair on my arms stood up as if with static electricity when I propped my left elbow on the steering wheel and faced her straight on to say, “Let’s see… my favorite porn always features a naughty brat who can’t behave.” I slowed my words down for emphasis. “Her Dom grabs her and holds her down on his lap for being a bad girl and he punishes her with a good, hard spanking that reddens herbig, juicy ass while she struggles. Further punishment results in a deep-throated blow job where the brat is forced to take him all the way in her mouth, and finally her Dom f***s her hard enough to break the bed.” I glanced at the road and turned back to her again. “How about you? What kind of porn do you prefer?”

The corners of my mouth turned up to see her hands clench and release in their cuffs and her eyes became shiny. It was a relief to have her shut up. I didn’t need her to behave with me as if we were as simple as boy meets girl. For one thing, it made my d**k hard, and secondly, I needed to remember that Bella’s motives were strictly ulterior.

Bella weakly lifted her hands and pointed one finger out the windshield. “Eyes on the road, please.”

We traveled all the way to River Song Cabin, an Airbnb I booked for the night. The $64,000 question in my mind? How was I going to make it through the night in close quarters with her wanton innocence without punishing that sassy bottom of hers?

I never met a girl in more need of my discipline.