Chapter Four
Ryan
I'm sure I'll have the case of blue balls later, but I had to punish her... just for looking so sexy like that. Then she was barefoot and slightly injured. Willow's purity is like a drug and i can't tear myself from it. Instead I keep returning, potentially getting myself in deeper shit each time.
"Have a good evening, Willow," I say, making sure my tone of voice doesn't sound too demanding. I regret the small growl in my voice and run my eyes down her body once more before she leaves for the day.
"To you too, don't forget about your special Sunday meeting," she reminds me, winking an eye. “Oh, and one more thing. Why didn’t we um… go all the way?” she asks, her voice dulling down to a whisper.
“Punishment, my dear.”
I kiss her forehead, putting my hand on the back of her neck. The scent of the bath still on her blazing red hair.
She has more than just youth, there's an impish playfulness that also intrigues me.
When I'm ready, when she's ready, I will show her dominance like no other.
Willow sashays out of the door and down the steps, wearing those tan heels I gave her and a simple black dress since I tore apart her blue one.
I watch her ass as she walks down the street. My cock weeps at the thought of holding out. But I must. For now. After all, some of what I did was punishment. The agony of not having my cock inside her will forever haunt her until I quench my thirst for her pussy later on.
I head back inside and close the door. A part of me is satisfied and wanting for more, then another side of me has a bag of guilt weighing me down. Willow is young and vivacious. Hyper and pure. Would she be okay with an older man in the future? What am I to her? She’s everything to me.
Every time I push, she pulls me back in. Her thighs, perky breasts, that smile and the way she moves, it all seduces me and lulls me into a spiraling rage of arousal and need. I could come endlessly into her.
Stop, Ryan, stop thinking like a pervert twenty four seven! You need to sleep and take care of the companies you own. Someone is out there devouring your assets and all you can think about is fucking?
Inhale.
Exhale.
I slump into my office to do a few more things and check my emails. Anything to stop thinking about Willow and getting another bullet proof erection. She gets me hard to the point I could cut a diamond. Her youth is contagious.
I pour a shot of whiskey and down it swiftly. The sting comforts me and I get back to work. Scanning over a list of new emails I pick out the ones with the most urgent headlines. I especially look for Ms. Chevelle’s email since she’s responsible for a big investigation.
When the door to my office slides open slowly, I expect Bella’s head to pop in. Instead, Ms. Chevelle dips her head in and slides the rest of her body in through the door.
“Ms. Chevelle?”
I need to put locks on this door one of these days.
“So, that’s the girl who has your heart, huh?” she says in a sly whisper.
I stand up in shock. “Ms. Chevelle!” I hiss.
Although an employee, she’s also a dear friend of the family. She knows things I would not dare let other people know.
“Ohh, how protective you are about the cute little red head!”
“Where on earth were you hiding?”
“In one of the rooms. Had the door cracked open enough to see you drag the poor thing by her ankle. But hey, she liked it. You got a way with the women, don’t you?”
I collapse back into my chair and pour myself another shot of whiskey.
“I don’t even know if I can even keep this up. I don’t want to break her heart or anything messy.”
“Young and cute. I can see why you think she’s dangerous.”
“Not only that, but she’s my daughter’s best friend and the daughter to my best friend, Mr. Roman.”
“I see… Tough situation. But you could never resist the temptation of danger, Mr. G.”
She is right. I’m too damn greedy sometimes.
“I shouldn’t have let myself do that to her. I opened the flood gates. But her legs, that dress, everything about her drove me over the edge. I knew this would happen. And now look at me.”
“You really are in love. How sweet.”
I cock my eyebrow at her. Love? I haven’t loved in a long time. But these feelings were more intense than the usual bouts of lust. Willow makes me feel alive, makes me feel like I matter.
“Just follow your instincts and follow your heart.”
“That’s going to be a hard thing to do when they both pull in different directions at any given time. I have corporations to run, I worked hard to be where I am today. Willow isn’t the bad one here, it’s me.”
“Hmm, you are complex, Mr. G,” she sighs.
The thought crosses my mind. What if my daughter had been going out with an older man? Pray tell, my reaction wouldn’t be so subtle. I’d think the man was after her body rather than her heart. Mr. Roman would probably try to slaughter me. Bridges would burn. I sip the whiskey straight from the bottle now. Too much is happening and the only thing I want to do right now is go to sleep.
“Well, go off and work your expertise, Ms. Chevelle, we need to find out where all that money’s going to,” I say stifling a yawn.
“Okay I’ll be back in a week with more information. But for now? I wait and join that threesome menage I promised my girlfriend I’d do tonight.”
I cock my eyebrow again. She’s too honest about her sexual libido sometimes.
“Do have fun with that.”
She prances out of my office, brushing her hair back as she slips through the door.
***
I lock up my office after reading some more emails. While I walk towards my bedroom, I get a notification that the front door is opening. I take a peek and see Bella with her head hanging down, looking upset and disappointed.
“Bella, what’s wrong? You look upset.”
My father mode kicks in and I go over to her to help make her feel better.
“It’s nothing,” she whispers. Bella is usually vocal about things, so her silence worries me.
“Tell daddy, maybe he can help you feel better.”
I begin to think about how busy I’ve been the last few months and realize that this must have taken its toll on her by now. Bella is definitely a daddy’s girl by all means.
“No, it’s fine. I’m just gonna go to sleep. See ya, daddy.”
She walks off to her room, sighing with each step.
“Goodnight, darling.”
Today has been both wonderful and daunting at the same time. Back in my bedroom I throw myself into bed and try to let the good memories of today sing me to sleep. Innocent thoughts turn into raunchy dirtier ones of Willow being tied up and spanked. I don’t want to hurt her, but she just might like it.
All innocent girls have dark desires. The lighter the light is, the darker the shadow it creates behind it.