She’s hiding more from me and I want to punish her severely. I want to make her tell me what secrets are sitting on her tongue. But forcing her to tell me more will only scare her and that’s not what I want to do. I have to tell her I found her uncle, but the man that owned her is elusive. Someone that’s too clever to be caught easily. However, I’m going to make sure I find him. I’ll ensure that Gia’s mind is at ease and she’ll know she’s safe from the past.

“Elijah?” Her voice is tentative behind me, and I turn to find my beautiful toy leaning against the door jamb. She’s perfect. Every inch of her is utter perfection. No other woman has gripped me the way she has. She’s dressed in a pair of shorts that cause me to grow hard in my slacks, the material hugs her hips, and stops just under her ass offering me a view of her slender, yet toned legs. Almost a look of innocence, if not for the color of lust she wears on her torso. She must’ve been working out because of the tiny sports bra that cups her breasts, which only serves to send a wave of lust through me.

“Toy, come here,” I command, and she obeys. Her bare feet pad over to me in tentative steps. Long lithe legs taunt me from the bottom of her shorts, as she settles on my desk. My home office is the only place I allow work to enter my home. Having her here is still so new to me. She swings her legs like a little girl. Her eyelashes bat playfully and her mouth is pouty, with full lips, and I now find myself rock hard.

“What are you doing?” she questions innocently, but I know there’s nothing innocent about this woman. Something’s on her mind. She hardly comes into my office, unless I summon her. Unless she’s finally going to give me the whole truth.

“I was working, but my mind got distracted. Why are you walking around in your panties?” I ask, tugging on the tiny blue shorts she wears.

“They’re yoga shorts. I was working out in the cinema,” she informs me.

“Do you want to be my little girl?” I ask.

She nods, pushing her lower lip out in a pout, which only further hardens my dick. Jesus, this woman will be the end of me.

“Yes, Daddy,” she mumbles in her sweet voice.

“Take those fucking panties off and sit on my lap.” My words are brisk as I order her around. My gaze drinks her in reverently as she slips from the mahogany top and slides the tiny blue panties down her legs. She’s bare underneath, gifting me a view of her smooth little cunt.

I love my toys bald, smooth to the touch because when I’m devouring them, I want to taste their essence. I want the roughness of my stubble on those lips, causing friction to turn them into whimpering dolls.

Once she straddles me, I look up at her. Our gazes sear through each other. There’s definitely something on her mind, I can see it in her eyes. She’s like an open book to me. I can read her effortlessly. That’s what I love, knowing her innermost thoughts, fears, and that’s what makes a good Dominant. Being able to tell what your submissive is feeling by casting a quick glance in their direction.

“Do you like when Daddy uses your holes?” She nods in response, earning her a swift spank on her pert ass. “Words, Gia.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she pouts. Her face turning almost petulant and I hold back the urge to chuckle.

“Good girl. Rub your cunt on my crotch.” Her hips roll at my order, causing me to groan in pleasure. Her heat is addictive. Her body moves over me and I grip her hips to hold her still. I’m dying to fuck her, to fill her with my release, but I need time to properly show her she can trust me.

“Daddy,” she whines, earning her another spank.

“I want you to sit on the desk. Spread your legs as wide as they will go.” She moves swiftly. Her body is quickly perched on my desk and her heels are up on the top, with those beautiful thighs open lewdly to my hungry gaze.

I lean in, my chair putting me at the perfect height. My tongue laps at her pink flesh. Her arousal drips like honey onto my tongue, my chin, and I savor it. Lifting my gaze, I meet her lust-filled one and offer a smirk before I dip my tongue into her core.

She cries out profanities, which only makes me lick her faster. Taking two fingers, I slide into her, crooking them against the soft spot which has her begging for more, for an orgasm, but I shake my head. With my fingers fucking her, I reach down with my free hand and pull out my cock, fisting it in sync with the way I move inside her.

“Please, please, Daddy,” she pleads, her voice driving me insane, her body bucking against my face. Tonight, she’ll give me all. As I will offer her the truth. There’s something more I need to do, but before I can, we need to lay our cards on the table. I’m not leaving her, no matter what she tells me.

I feel her cunt pulse around my digits and I pull them from her immediately. “Be a good girl and breathe,” I tell her. Making sure she’s almost relaxed, I rise and slap my cock on her clit. The movement making her curse me, only earning her a chuckle.

“Please,” she asks, looking at me with a teary gaze.

“Tell me. I want to know what you’re hiding,” I say, slipping the crown of my cock up and down her drenched slit. “I need to know why you’re not being honest with me.” My words are low, husky. I taunt her with the tip of my shaft, slipping it in a small inch before pulling out again.

“I don’t know what—”

Without waiting for her to continue, I slam into her hole, causing her to scream my name. I pull out again, knowing she’s needy, I smile as she bares her teeth at me. Once again, I taunt her clit by spanking it with my hand this time, making her scream. Her head drops back, and I know she’s teetering on the edge. Just where I want her.

“Please—”

“Tell me, Gia,” I order, offering another harsh swat on her clit, making her whole body tremble. She’s gripping her ankles so tight I’m sure she’ll be bruised. Another swat and another. Her pussy is turning red and my dick is leaking arousal. It needs inside her, but I want answers.

“I’m going to a psychiatrist,” she admits finally. Something I’m not shocked over. I figured after what she’d been through, there would be need for specialist help.

“Why?” I ask, slapping her clit once more. Her thighs shudder, her hands are clawing at my desk now, and her hips are bucking up toward me, but I don’t allow her to take pleasure.

“I’ve had nightmares, since I was a teenager. They come in spurts,” she rattles off quickly. “I… He says it’s my fear of being alone. My… I can’t be alone,” her confession is mumbled, but I hear every word. Even the one’s she doesn’t say. And my heart drops to my stomach. It’s not some childish fear, it’s deep rooted. Her pain is mine. I feel it down to the marrow in my bones.

Guilt weighs on me then and I gently connect us. Her body accepts me into its heated depths. Once I’m fully seated, I lock my gaze on hers. “Do not ever be afraid again, I’m never leaving you. Do you understand me?” She has nothing more to fear because I’m here now and I will not walk away from her. I don’t think I have the ability to.

I don’t move. She doesn’t shift. It’s as if time stopped and the only two people who can make it come alive again is us. My toy and me. She and her Daddy. I’ve always thought of myself as a loner, but with her in my life, I know I’m where I belong. I’m hers.

Losing the love of my life caused me to push everyone away, I didn’t want to say those words to anyone again. The women I fucked were merely holes for pleasure. Nothing more. But now, looking at Gia makes me realize I can say it again and there’s nothing wrong with feeling it again.

“I love you, Gia.” The truth tumbles free. She watches me for a moment, her breath catching in her throat and her tight little pussy pulsing around my shaft. I’m hard. Rock fucking solid. I move then, it’s slow, sensual. This is not us fucking, this is not a Dom and his sub. This is a man and a woman who love each other.

When she smiles, my heart thuds, banging against my chest. She doesn’t utter the words back to me, but I know what she needs. Time. My hips move then. My pace is torturous. Slow and methodical. Back and forth. In and out. I’m hers. All hers.

I’ve laid my cards out on the table, now it’s her turn. She claws at my back and I reach for her legs, wrapping them around my waist. I lift her from the desk and shift to the wall, pressing her against the dark paint. Her creamy skin is such a contrast to her dark hair and the concrete behind her.

No words. Only actions. I slam into her. I fuck her. Pulling out, and driving back in, I hit her deep, knocking the breath from her as I take her. My hands grip her ass, squeezing hard until she’s crying out. I know she needs this. It’s her outlet.

Her nails dig into the skin on my shoulders and I’m sure she’s drawing blood, but I don’t care. I shift my hand closer to the ring of muscle that I want to fuck violently and slip a finger into her. No lube. No preparation. Her eyes snap open and her mouth drops wide in a cry that is wretched from her core.

“Daddy,” she hisses as I fuck both her holes. “I need… I want…”

“Come on my fucking dick, Toy,” I grunt. My mouth finds purchase on her neck, my teeth biting down hard, causing her to pulse around me. Her body flutters with her orgasm, which milks my own release from my balls, and I empty myself inside her.

We’re silent in our euphoria. Connected in our pleasure. And brutal in our love.

I know she loves me. I see it when she looks at me. I’ve only ever seen one other woman look at me like that. And she’s dead. It’s time to move on. Time to love again. It’s in that moment I finally say goodbye to Raquel. Not only goodbye, but thank you. If it weren’t for her selfless behavior, I wouldn’t be here today.

“I love you, Eli.” Gia’s words settle around my heart. I don’t look at her. I can’t. Not right now because she doesn’t know that the thought that’s racing through my mind in that moment will change both our lives.

Tears, thick and heavy fall from my eyes and I keep my toy close. I hold her like she’s my lifeline in a rough sea. She’s the one who will keep me from the darkness and I’ll be the one to hold her above the depths. We anchor each other. And if either of us walks away, the other won’t survive.

Leaving a note on the pillow beside her, I can’t help grinning because I know it’s going to leave her aching for more. That’s the idea. As much as I’m an asshole to her, I’m so in love with this woman, I want only the best for her. I want to care for her. Look after her. She’s my responsibility and no other man will gift her what I do.

Walking through the house, I take in the space. As much as I love this house, I know it’s not a home. I want to give Gia that. But before we can even get there, I want to know what that asshole did to her. I wanted to talk through it with her last night, but after confessing our love, I didn’t want to taint that with the vile recollections I know haunt her.

We can work together. We can heal together. Like a couple should. I want to know her mind, every dark corner of it, and when I learn the truth, I’ll shed light on her life. On her present, and on our future.

Grabbing my briefcase, keys, and wallet, I turn to head out to the garage. My mind is on her. It’s been on her since the moment I first laid eyes on her. Somehow, as fucked up as it sounds, I know my wife sent her to me for a reason. For me to move on. And I’ve finally done it. But there’s one thing I need to do before I can give myself to Gia fully. It’s my final farewell. It’s time to go back, in order to move forward. So, I’ve planned the morning to let go of the past, to thank my wife for what she did, and to look to my future with the woman that’s stolen my heart right from under me.

One thing I’ve been putting off for years, I must now face. It’s time. I need to do it. So, I get in the car and start the engine. The purr is enough to calm me for now. As the sun rises on the horizon, I see it as a fresh start. A new day. Smiling, I pull out onto the road and make my way to the place I haven’t visited since I laid Raquel to rest in the ground. I go now, to say goodbye.