Big Daddy Wants Me

11: Fred.

“You may not be Prince Charming, Fred, but you are definitely my savior.”

Dolores’s face glows in the light of the flames of the cottage burning behind us as we drive away. I couldn’t go back there with her – not now after what happened. I’ve got somewhere better for her now. And a more certain future.

“I’m sorry, Dolores. For everything I put you through.”

“Don’t apologize,” she replies, squeezing my hand. “I owe you my life.”

“That’s no excuse for my behavior. I was afraid, Dolores. Afraid of pulling you into my life. Afraid of hurting you. Corrupting you.”

“You hurt me more by rejecting me,” she says, driving a dagger into my heart. “I cried my eyes out.”

God, I’m such an i***t.

Never in my life have I wanted to be around a woman so badly. And what did I do? I pushed her away.

Her purity drew me in, changed me, broke down my defenses and professionalism, and changed me. Made me a new man. Maybe I wasn’t just afraid of hurting her; maybe I was afraid of what I would become if I continued to let her in.

Even now, just feeling her hand on mine makes my body hot for her. I want to pull over and ravage her, but now is not the time. She’s probably still reeling from her near-death experience, and I need to show her that she is now safe.

“I’m good at a lot of things, Dolores,” I tell her. “But women is not one of them.”

“Come on,” she replies, almost laughing. “You must have had tons of women.”

“Less than you might expect.”

She doesn’t reply right away. I look over at her, and by the way she’s moving her eyes, I can tell there’s something she’s afraid of asking me.

“What is it?”

It takes her a moment. “Were you ever…in love?”

My heart breaks and leaps simultaneously. I glance at the road; we’re almost there. I move my hand from hers and place it on her thigh and squeeze. “I’ll answer that question in one minute, angel.”

Her eyes widen, and she looks at me with confusion, but I just look back at the road. I take the sharp right turn, brake for the bump over the bridge, and pull up the steep drive to the house.

“What-what is this place, Fred?” Dolores asks as I park at the front door. I switch off the engine and turn to her.

“This is our new place,” I tell her.

“Our new place?”

“And to answer your first question,” I say, taking both of her hands, “no, I have never been in love…until now.”

Dolores’s expression changes. Her eyes go wide, and her jaw drops slightly. I knew what kind of effect my words would have on her, but I didn’t realize the impact they would have on me.

I’m a pretty level kind of guy. Icy. Stony. I don’t show much emotion. But when I look at her, the woman I’m sure I’ll be spending the rest of my life with, I feel things moving inside of me that I haven’t felt since I was a child.

It’s happening in my chest. It’s like stone walls slowly crumbling, falling one by one and rolling down a slope away from me, never to be seen again. As I hold her gaze, the walls tumble more and more until finally they’re all but gone.

Neither of us speaks. I get out of the car and guide her up the stairs to our new home and inside. The feeling of ownership overwhelms me as I watch her, so sweet and tiny, standing in the center of the living room.

It’s not the same as when I had her trapped at the old cabin against her will. This time she wants to be here, and I’m not actively trying to keep distance between us. This time, I want to tell her everything about me. Tell her my life story and make new memories with her that only we will share.

I may be a bad man, but even bad men can change. And being with Dolores has made me want to.

Maybe all it takes is a good woman.

Dolores turns back to me, her eyes sparkling, and I realize she’s on the verge of tears. “Fred…how…how is this possible?”

I go over to her and run my fingers through her soft hair. “Sit down with me, angel. I’ll explain everything.”

I take her to the couch and sit with her, her legs draped over mine, my arm wrapped around her shoulders, and tell her how I knew George Carr had had me followed. He didn’t buy my explanation about making her “vanish.” I knew he’d send more men after her, so I waited. And when he did, I took care of them. And then I went and took care of him.

The media is all over it. They’re calling it the most important political hit since Kennedy. But I don’t like that comparison at all. George Carr wasn’t even remotely a good guy. The world is infinitely better off without him.

“But my father. My parents—”

“I got word to them, angel,” I reply. “They know you’re safe. I’ll be taking you to see them later.”

Dolores sighs a deep sigh of relief and leans against my chest. “They’ll be worried sick. You’re really going to make them wait?”

Gently, I brush her hair aside, revealing the height of her cleavage. “Not too long, angel. But if you think I’m going to go any longer without getting another taste of you, you’re crazy.”

My c**k was already stiff, but as I slide both hands up her shirt and cup her perfect teenage t**s, it’s ready to burst. Ready for liftoff. Dolores moans as I kiss her neck up to her ear and whisper, “Besides, I’m your daddy now. Remember?”

“Oh, f**k, Fred…”

“You’re mine to do with what I please. Aren’t you, angel?”

I slide my right hand down her flat stomach to the hem of her pants. I pop the button and fly and find her treasure with two fingers.

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Tell me,” I growl, inflamed by her arousal. I coat my fingers with her wetness, gingerly prodding at her hole, teasing her with my touch. “Say the words. Tell me that I own you.”

“You-you own me, Daddy,” she whimpers as I coax little jolts and jumps out of her body with my fingers.

“I can do what I want to you?”

“Yes! Whatever you want…”

“You know I’d never let anything happen to you?” I ask as I find her c**t and circle it gently, causing her back to arch and her mouth to fall open.

“I know, Daddy. You’d protect me from everything.”

“Everything, angel. From the world.”

I know she wants it, and I’ll be damned if I can hold out any longer. I slide both fingers inside her wet p***y and curl them back to find her G-spot. As she cries out, I rake my mouth down the soft skin of her neck and bite down on the hem of her shirt, pulling it down over her breasts.

My lips find her n****e as I coax her toward a climax. And it’s not long before she’s there either.

“Fred…” she pants heavily, grasping my back with both hands. I feel her nails dig into my skin, causing a bit of pain. But I just smile. I f*****g love it. “I-I’m going to come, Daddy.”

I groan as her luscious p***y clenches down on my fingers. I hold them right where they are as she writhes on them, her breeding hips grinding in small circles as the rest of her body twitches, causing her breasts to shake.

As she comes down, she collapses onto her back, sucking air through her plump lips. She moans as I withdraw my fingers, but I give her no time to recover. In a second, I’m straddling her and forcing my hard c**k into her mouth.

Her eyes go wide as she looks at me. She’s never done this before, and that thought alone almost makes me come, but I clench my fists and hold out.

“Open, angel. I’m going to teach you how to please your daddy.”