Chapter Twelve

Liam

When we’re done with breakfast, I show her around the mansion and take her outside to the gardens. I watch the way she admires the flowers and I’m glad I have Lark manage the garden. It’s been a while since I’ve taken the time to come out here and admire the flowers. Admire the peacefulness being here brings me.

“It’s so beautiful out here, Liam.” Hearing her say this makes my heart leap.

“This is yours, so whatever you want to add or take away just let me know. Lark will work hard to create your dream.”

I watch her touch one flower, feeling the soft petal between her fingers, and then move on to the next. When she turns her head to look over her shoulder at me, a small smile plays on her face, and all I can think about is her giving it to me willingly. Her soft, pink, virgin pussy, and her sweet mouth, taking me. All of me. Fully and completely.

No one will love her as much as I do. No one will give her the world and stars. I will make her happy and, soon, she’ll be mine. All mine.

“Liam?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are you planning to do anything that I won’t be comfortable with?”

I’m standing in front of her in mere seconds with one hand firmly on her hip and the other caressing her cheek. “I promise I’ll never push you. You’re the one with all the power. Whatever you say, I’ll do. Whatever you want, I’ll give you. All you need to do is tell me. This won’t work if you’re not completely honest.”

“I’m a little nervous,” she admits. “You’re beyond handsome, and with so much more experience. Why do you want someone as inexperienced as me?”

I twirl a piece of her blonde hair between my fingers and run my thumb along her bottom lip. “Because my life was on autopilot and there was nothing much to look forward to. I was in the dark and gave my life to working. I’ve built a life for myself, but it’s lonely with no one to share it with. When you offered yourself to me, I didn’t think I knew where this was going. I thought I’d have you work for me, and we’d live separate lives. As soon as you walked into my home, I felt a connection so deep, I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Then, when you fell asleep in my arms, in my bed, I knew you were the one for me. The one I’ve been waiting for.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” I honestly answer.

Before she’s able to say anything, someone clears their throat, and I turn to see Jack. I know he wouldn’t have interrupted us if it weren’t something that needed my attention.

“I’ll be back in a little bit. My staff is yours, as well. Whatever you want or need, let them know.” I lean down and lightly kiss her forehead before walking away into the study with Jack.

Once we’re inside with the door locked, I wait for him to tell me what’s going on.

Once he finishes his explanation, I ask, “Since when?”

“Last night. Her flight landed and she’s staying at the house in Canandaigua.”

“I see. Keep an eye on her movements. I need to know what she’s up to. We must remain one step ahead of her.”

“Very well, sir.” Jack leaves me alone in the office to contact my head of security to ensure Chelsea is safe.

My business takes longer than expected. I’m watching Chelsea on the computer screen. She’s done lounging by the pool and is now in the kitchen talking to my head chef. They’re laughing and I like how my staff treats her.

Chef Michaels places a plate of desserts in front of her and I turn the volume slightly up so I can hear her voice. Hear her laugh.

She takes a bite of the cake and softly moans. My dick instantly hardens. A low groan escapes my throat, and I get up from the chair to unbutton my pants and take out my cock. My grip grows tighter when I zoom in and see her soft features and innocent smile. The camera’s showing me her beautiful face. I touch the monitor and run my finger down the screen, imagining touching her lip again while stroking my hard dick. I grin to myself when she takes another bite of the dessert and throws her head back, telling Michaels it’s the best she’s ever had.

I’m slowly stroking the length, remembering her pussy in my face, the moans leaving her soft lips, and the way I feel when she’s with me.

During the very short amount of time she’s been here, I already know she’s what I want. Every day I want to learn more about her so I can make all her dreams a reality. She’ll never have to ask for anything because I’ll know what to provide for her.

I’m studying her, watching her movements, and carefully listening to her words. I know she’s strong, fierce, and doesn’t take no for an answer. So, even though she knows she can leave, I know she won’t. The way we have been together, I take note of the way she relaxes into me, accepting everything I do for her.

If I’m not mistaken, her fantasies of me mirror my fantasies of her. Our feelings will merge as one, and we’ll be together. The idea of settling down is comfortable, and it’s because of her.

Since the night she sent me that text message and pictures to follow, I’ve known she was who I wanted. Even though she thinks she avoided me, I still managed to catch glimpses of her whenever I was around. I’ve watched her grow into a beautiful woman in the two years since that night. When she graduated high school, I was there, and applauded her when she accepted her diploma and walked with confidence from the stage. I watched the way she studied, looking through bridal magazines, drawing her own ideas, and sitting at the kitchen table for hours, working on one design.

And now that we’re living together, and we’re getting to know one another, I know without a doubt in my mind, she’s the reason why I’m adjusting the deal. She’ll carry my last name and I’ll plant the seeds for her to carry. Everything I’m planning will be worth the price when it all falls into place.

I stroke my dick harder and faster, watching the way she licks her heart-shaped lips, wishing those lips were around my cock and those moans were for me. She’s all I want. No other woman compares to my precious doll; she’s so close to being mine. I want those lips to touch my body, and I long to listen to all the sweet words she’ll speak. I want her pure, untouched pussy for me, and me only. I want to worship her. I want to please her.

I’m memorizing everything about her body and taking in those laughs and moans. The strap of her dress slides down her shoulder, revealing a sun kissed tan. Her tiny and tone body is mouthwatering and I’m thinking about all the ways I’ll fuck her then make love to her. Her body’s a temple for me to protect. Always will protect. When she throws her head back in laughter and I see the way her tits slightly bounce, I grip my cock harder. Soon, white, hot come spurts from my cock and lands on my bare thighs as I groan her name, close my eyes, and imagine her coming on my face. The tension I’ve been feeling is released and I’m able to relax a little.

After she’s done trying the desserts, I watch her get up and walk out of the kitchen and down the hall. The cameras in my house capture her every move and record her for me to watch later on. My own personal collection of Chelsea.

When she walks up the stairs, down the hall, and to her bedroom, I notice the way she climbs into bed and hikes up her dress, touching her bare legs up to her thighs. I lean in closer to the monitors and notice her fingers hooking her bikini bottoms as she lifts her beautiful ass off the bed and slides down the tiny black bottoms. She lifts the dress off her slender body and tosses it on the floor. I watch the way she reaches behind, unties the top, and lets it fall off, leaving her tits exposed and her pussy bare. I keep staring at her, and soon her hand is sliding down her body. I watch the way she rubs her rosy nipples and clit, and when I turn the volume up on the monitors and hear how wet she is, my dick gets impossibly hard again.

“Liam,” she mutters and the grip I have on my dick hardens. “Oh, Liam.” She’s calling out for me while pleasuring herself.

I lean back on the chair, listening to the way my name slips from her lips makes my obsession for her grow.

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” I whisper back to her and finish sooner than I wanted.

She’s off her bed and walking around her bedroom, naked. Beautifully naked. I don’t want to disturb her, but we’ve been apart for too long. When I get up and clean myself, I tuck my dick back into my pants and look in the mirror to make sure I look presentable. I stand there for a few moments and tell myself I’m not a monster for keeping her here. My gaze falls lower. For a man my age, I’m fit and maintain my lean muscles by running, kickboxing, and lifting weights every day. Slowly, I unbutton my shirt, and my eyes go to the spot I hold dear. My broad chest is tan and I maintain a hairless chest and taut stomach.

When I make sure I’m presentable, I leave my office and walk to her closed bedroom. I lift my hand and gently knock.

She opens the door after a couple of minutes, dressed in a new dress, and her hair is braided and hangs to the side. “Hi, Liam.”

“Sweetheart, I see the sun has been nice to you.” I run my finger down her braid. “I like this.”

“Thank you.”

“I’d like to show you something.” I extend my hand to hers and she willingly takes it. “Please, follow me.”