After a fitful night of sleep, I give up and decide to take a shower. I was afraid to wash Whitaker’s release off of me last night. Scared to make some kind of mistake. This morning, I need to be clean. Taking a long, hot shower, I’m thankful that the bathroom is stocked with everything I need, including a brand new toothbrush.

There is a lacy robe hanging in the closet so I quickly cover myself with it, not that it covers much. It’s completely see through. Still, it’s better than just being naked. Slowly, I walk over to the window, and look down.

There is grass, plants, and flowers as far as my eyes can see. I realize that this must be the back of the property. It’s gorgeous. I wonder when he’ll allow me to go down and explore the grounds. I’ve never lived somewhere so fancy in all of my life.

Granted, my father isn’t poor by any means, but he didn’t live with my mother or me. He put us up in a decent sized apartment in the middle of the city, near his office.

I always wondered if that meant my mother was the other woman. That maybe he had an entire family somewhere else, but neither of them ever said anything.

A throat clears, causing me to jump. Slowly, I turn around to see Whitaker freshly showered. His hair is damp and combed back. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a button down crisp white shirt that is rolled up at the sleeves to his mid-forearm.

He looks absolutely stunning, like a model.

“I could stare at you all day long, little girl,” he murmurs.

I smile, my cheeks hot with embarrassment. I could stare at him all day long too, especially naked. He brings a rolling cart inside, closing the door behind him, and locking it. “Breakfast. I didn’t figure you wanted to go downstairs,” he shrugs.

There’s a small sitting area in the corner of the room, the place he drug the chair from last night. It has two chairs and a small table. I watch as he sets up our breakfast. “Come and eat,” he calls.

Slowly, I walk toward him, but he doesn’t allow me to pass by. “I want you on my lap, Stassi,” he rasps.

When he leaves the A off of the end of my name, it sounds so much more intimate than anything else he’s called me until now. He sits, and drags me across his lap. I suck in a breath when his warm hands push the sheer robe off of my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

“I need to see these, fuck, even more beautiful in the daylight,” he mutters before he dips his head and captures a nipple between his lips.

His teeth graze me, then gently nip at the hardened bud. One of my hands flies into the back of his hair while my back arches closer. “Oh, my little girl likes that,” he chuckles, his warm breath fanning over my wet nipple.

“Whitaker,” I breathe as I wiggle in his lap.

He hums, moving his hand behind me, then I feel something cold against my nipple. Looking down, it’s a melon. He circles my bud, sliding it all around where his mouth just vacated. I watch as he brings the fruit to my lips.

Opening my mouth, I take the fruit from him, just as he lowers his head and licks my breast. He not only licks, he sucks, everywhere the juice left a trail on my skin. It’s the most erotic thing in the entire world.

I can feel Stassia’s pussy warm, and growing wet against my thigh. My plans were to slowly break her in, make her come on my hand, and with my mouth a few dozen times. Then maybe implement some toys, so that the sheer size of my cock doesn’t hurt her.

Those plans are out the window. I need her, to own her, to feel her tight cunt around me. I need to make her mine. I feel fucking disgusting about that fact, too, yet not disgusting enough to stop myself.

“On the bed, Stassi. I need to be inside of you,” I simultaneously order and admit.

It’s not a want, it’s a need, and I’m not sure how to feel about that. I can’t remember the last time I needed something, down to my bones fucking needed, anything.

She scrambles off of my lap and I watch her tight ass as she hurries over to the bed. It’s unmade still from her night of sleep and watching her slip beneath the ice blue sheets makes my cock rock hard.

“Take off the robe,” I demand.

Her entire body shivers as she unties the flimsy thing, and tugs it off of her body, dropping it beside her discarded lace from yesterday. I divest myself of my own clothing, quickly, too fucking quickly.

Crawling in bed beside her, I place my hand on her flat stomach. She doesn’t realize it, maybe not yet, but I’m planting my baby inside of her. I’m going to watch her grow round with my child, then she’s going to give me more, so many more.

Maybe it’s selfish of me to have bought her so that I can finally have a family, have a woman who is dependent on me. A woman who isn’t conniving to get fame or fortune, one who has no choice, but to love me. She doesn’t either. She has no choice. She can’t leave me, not ever.

“Let me see you, Stassia,” I murmur.

Without hesitation she spreads her thighs, opening for me. My fingers dance down her belly, to the top of her freshly waxed pussy, then to her center. Using my fingers, I spread her lips apart, exposing all of her for my eyes. Only for my eyes.

“Whitaker, I need something,” she begs.

Lifting my eyes, I grin as I take her in. “You need your man,” I mutter.

“Yes,” she pleads. “Please.”

Releasing her pussy, I crawl between her thighs. I run my cock up and down her pussy, feeling the wetness of her cunt coat my dick.

“Open your eyes, I want to see every second, little girl,” I demand.

Her green eyes find mine. She holds me fucking speechless as I look down at her. I want to bury myself inside of her, but I don’t. I need to take this slow, another reason why I wanted to put this off a little bit.

My control is slipping by the second. It’s finally happening. I’m finally going to have a woman of my very fucking own. One that will never leave me.