Chapter Six
Ryan
The morning begins with her in my mind. Willow’s body, her curves, her rebellious nature and her youthful spirit is infectious. I get out of bed and go to my shower and I’m ready to relieve my cock from the stiffness I woke up with. Yes, I dreamed of her last night and now I was hard from that very dream.
“Willow, what are you doing to me?” I whisper to myself as I walk into my walk-in shower. I have both heads of the shower on and they are set to medium. My cock throbs in my hands while I gently stroke it to relieve it of it’s back up. Thoughts of her wrapped tight around me, the way her breasts would move and her small raspy high pitched moans sends shivers down the head of my cock.
I grunt as I feel my groin tighten up with that familiar feeling and I come rope after heavy rope of come down the drain.
God, I hope that doesn’t clog up anything.
The shower and masturbation helped clear my mind. But she’s still there, refusing to leave. I need Willow, I need to have her all the way and show her how dark I can become so that if she runs, she does it earlier rather than when it’s too late and I’m hopelessly addicted to her. Sink my cock deep inside her and let her feel how a real man is supposed to fill her up
Knock knock knock.
“Yes?” From the knocking I can already tell who it is at my door. “Come in, Bella.”
“Daddy!” she sings, prancing into my room. I know that body language well, where’s my check book?
“Bella? How much is this going to cost your dear daddy?” I ask, grinning at her renewed enthusiasm. She had been down for the last few days and it’s a nice change of scenery to see her happy again.
“Well, since I’ve been getting such good grades, I figured I was ready for my first exotic car?”
I should have known this was coming.
“Bella, dear, you have many cars already.”
“But those are yours and the ones that are mine aren’t exotic. Luxury and exotic are two different things, Daddy!”
If it wasn’t for the last few days, I would have said no. But… “Fine, fine. One. I don’t want you speeding around the city with this car, or else I’ll have it towed myself. What is it you’re thinking of buying?”
“I don’t know yet, but could you tell that car place you buy from to open up charge whatever I choose?”
I sigh. “Anything below a B and—”
“Daddy, I know. Please?”
“Fine, I’ll let the manager know. Don’t go over a million. Okay?” Her squeal of happiness is a delight to my ears. Bella wraps me in a big hug and vanishes out of the room.
I finish putting on my shoes and walk down to my office. I almost forget that Willow has class today and that she won’t be in until tomorrow. I can’t wait that long.
Ryan, what’re you thinking? You have a business to run. You can’t go running around chasing a girl less than half your age.
I try to listen to the better part of me, but her body and her whole existence drives me up a wall. The chains and bondage lingerie I could get for her!
Everything about her is perfection. Danger and desire wrapped in one very special package.
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I wait to make sure Bella has left off to school so she doesn’t see me close behind. I want her to see nothing when it comes to me and Willow. This is a dangerous game I’m willing to play. A game that will be played to the very end, if there is an end.
An hour painfully drags on and then I fly down into my garage so that I can get in my modest Mercedes and drive off to Willow’s university. It’s a local Ivy league, and has the best teachers. Not only is she downright sexy, but she’s a bottle of knowledge at all the right times.
My phone rings in my pocket, and I can tell from the ring tone that it’s no other than Ms. Chevelle.
“Ms. Chevelle, good morning,” I say, greeting her in a usual dry manner. “Tell me you have good news.”
“Nothing yet. However, I think they may have slowed down. You know, paranoia. They’ll bite the bait though, trust me. I just wanted to keep you updated. Silence for too long isn’t a good thing, now is it?”
“No it isn’t. Well, I’ll call you later, I’m in the middle of something important.”
“Oh? Toodles then.”
I hang up and rev the motor to life. I won’t be able to sleep or eat or even do business properly until I drain my cock inside her and dominate her to the fullest. I can’t even see clearly without seeing flashes of her body tied up.
I pull out of the garage and I glance down the street to see if cars are coming when I see Willow’s home. I drive by just to see if she’s there. Both her and her father’s cars are gone, so I keep going to head to her school.
I feel silly, an old man rich and divorced, running after a young girl. It would serve me right if she were to break my heart. Smash it to pieces to make me realize how much of an old fool I was. A forty-two year old fool.
The traffic lights are a bitch. They turn red at every turn as if something wants to tease me just a bit longer. Looking at my phone, that I tossed into the passenger’s seat, I pick it up and dial Willow’s number.
She doesn’t pick up. But then I remember that she might be busy with class or crossing the street. I internally curse myself out for the thought of putting her in danger.
Stop, you’re being paranoid. Just find her.
I drive up to St. Edina’s University. It’s bigger than what I remember from last time.
“Damn it, I don’t even know her major.”
I could’ve called Bella to ask, but I wanted nothing pointing to Willow around Bella. If I go inside and ask the school, surely some of the older women would gossip and spread rumors. I’m a multi-billionaire. Things like not knowing a major isn’t supposed to stop me from finding the woman I want.
I bring my phone to life and call an old friend.
“Hello, Lucas. Haven’t heard from you in a while,” I say, grinning like a mad man. I can taste Willow in my mouth. I’m that close to finding her.
“Hello? Ry? God it’s been forever, how’re you?” he says.
“Good, I hate to call so abruptly like this. But I need to find someone. I have her phone number and was hoping you could work your magic and tell me where she might be at on this campus.”
Lucas hisses through his teeth. That isn’t a good sound. “Ry, I’m on probation—don’t ask. But I’m lucky I get my phone. I can’t do any magical shit right now.”
“Mph, got caught? Did you have to give any names?”
“You mean yours? No. It wasn’t anything like that. Just some revenge hacking gone wrong… sorta.”
“What did I tell you about not attacking in anger.”
“It’s called high off of power. I’m getting clean now,” he chuckles. “Hope you can find her. Gotta hang up now, I’m limited to time on the phone.”
“Understood. Good luck, I’ll check in with you later.”
“No prob.”
I hang up and think about who else to call. One more name pops up in my mind and I know all too well that not only could she find her, but she’d be all too glad to do it.
“Oh Mr. G!” Ms.Chevelle sings out, “Such a rare opportunity to get a call from you. It’s always the other way around. What’s wrong? Do you need something?” she asks, glee in her voice.
“Yes, I need to find her. I have a phone number and wonder if you can track the coordinates or something.”
“Ohhh, trying to find your love, aren’t you? That cute reddy, right?”
“Yes,” I sigh.
“You don’t know her major?”
“No or else I’d be on the hunt right now.”
“Ohh,” Ms. Chevelle purrs. “Well, her major is computer programming. She’ll be in—”
“The A and C buildings,” I say, finishing her sentence. “How did you know her major?”
“Oh, just a little poking around. Don’t want you falling for a trap or anything. Right? Willow Roman, your best friend’s daughter and your daughter’s best friend. What a mix. Good luck, Mr. G.”
I’m already out of my car, sprinting towards the A building first, my heart pounding in my chest. Students crowd the halls and I look across the sea of heads to see if I can spot Willow’s blazing red hair.
Someone tugs on my arm and I look back to see who it is.
“Willow!”
“Hey there, Mr. Gold. Looking for Bella? She’s in the E building, you know.”
Words get stuck in my throat again. I motion for her to follow me and I lead her out all the way towards my car.
“Wait, Mr. Gold. I love when you sweep me off my feet,” she says in almost a whisper, “but I have midterms right now. I can’t leave.”
“Midterms, I forgot. Look at what you’re doing to this old man.” I feel like a fool again. Somehow this young girl brings me, a powerful man, down on his knees.
“Don’t worry.” She comes over close to me, “I’ll make it up to you.” There’s a sinister glint in her eyes. My cock throbs with joy. Now to get through the day doing something productive other than jerking off.
“Yes, I’ll hold you down to it,” I say with a smile.
She shoots me that rebellious, flirty smile with a hint of teeth and slightly furrowed eyebrows.
She’s mine. Today I will dominate her and I will leave