“Sure,” I reply immediately, and I imply it. Porter has by no means given me any purpose to not.

“And do you want me, Bailey?”

“Sure.”

Porter smiles and closes the gap between us. His lips press towards mine, and I am unsure who makes the primary transfer. Was it him? Or was it me?

All I do know is that Porter is kissing me, and I am kissing him again.

His sturdy arms wrap round my waist, and he pulls me tight towards his physique. I whimper, and Porter groans, pushing his tongue into my mouth. His kiss is possessive and passionate and sends my ideas spiraling.

My knees are weak, and when he pulls again, my legs are shaking. Porter’s eyes are burning with lust, and his hand comes as much as caress my cheek. “I need to fuck you so dangerous, Bailey, however it would not be proper after what you have been by means of tonight.” There is a stress in his neck and jaw that tells me how troublesome it’s for him to say this. “I need you to get some relaxation as a result of tomorrow goes to be a complete totally different story.”

I swallow the frustration and nod. “I assume you are proper.”

His lids decrease. “You’d let me, would not you? You’d let me fuck you proper right here and now?”

I nod, blushing. My physique aches with want, and Porter’s lips curve up. I soften into his physique when he pulls me in once more, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as my knees go weak. Porter breaks the kiss, burying his hand in my hair and holding my face up to have a look at his.

“I offers you every part you need, child. Every little thing. However you are going to need to play by my guidelines, perceive?”

“Sure,” I pant. “Something.”

“You are going to name me Daddy.”

Daddy! That is so…soiled. So taboo. However a thrill runs by means of my stomach when Porter says the phrase.

“Sure, Daddy,” I breathe, and his grip on my hair tightens. Not painful, however demanding.

“That is my good lady.” His voice is a deep, seductive rumble. “Such a candy little lady for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Sure, Daddy.”

A smile spreads throughout his face and Porter pulls again, cupping my cheeks in his arms. “Tomorrow, Bailey. Tomorrow.”

I pout, and Porter shakes his head. “No whining, child. You heard what I mentioned. Tomorrow.”

I nod, and he kisses the highest of my head.

“Prepare for mattress, Bailey, after which attempt to sleep. We have got so much to do tomorrow.”

Porter leaves, and I alter rapidly into an previous t-shirt and a pair of fitness center shorts. As I brush my tooth and wash my face, I can not get Porter out of my thoughts. Daddy. Porter needs me to name him Daddy.

I ought to be extra horrified, however all I really feel is a thrill. He is older, wiser, and extra skilled. And he is chosen me. Me, Bailey Horton, a nineteen-year-old faculty pupil, who cannot even defend herself.

I climb into mattress and switch off the sunshine. This appears like a dream. Like one thing that should not be occurring, and but, right here it’s.

I shut my eyes and go to sleep with Porter’s lips on my thoughts.

* * *

Someday throughout the night time, the desires of Porter’s mouth and fingers shift to one thing extra sinister. I am alone in my bed room once more, with one thing scratching towards the home windows, however this time, my room has no door. My home windows are open, and the darkish, shadowy determine comes flying by means of.

I get up gasping for air, my coronary heart racing as I press my arms over my chest. At first, the unfamiliar environment have me panicking, however my thoughts catches up rapidly sufficient that I notice I am in Porter’s visitor room. Protected and sound.

The clock reads 3 AM. Worry and adrenaline course by means of my veins, and irrespective of how a lot I attempt to settle down, I can not.

What if I had died tonight? I’ve barely begun to stay. There’s nonetheless a lot I have never carried out.

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