Believe me, I’d like nothing more than to take her doggy style on the living room ottoman in lieu of a greeting, but she needs more from me. Despite my desire to keep her all to myself, she has told me isolation makes her unhappy. I’m going to kill myself making Veda happy, so she’ll stay with me once my deeds are out in the open. It’s only a matter of time before she finds out I strong-armed her father into signing a contract, purchasing her until she turns eighteen. And when light is shed on my depravity, I need her to be too wrapped up in me to care. I need her to stay past her eighteenth birthday, straight through to forever.
I’ll see no goddamn reason to go on, otherwise.
Her singing hits my ears the moment the elevator doors roll open. The beautiful sound is coming from the kitchen and I stride in that direction, unknotting my tie as I go. When I enter the room, she spins around with a yelp, her hand flying to her throat.
And fuck, giving her my cock from behind just got a whole lot more appealing, since she’s wearing nothing but a red thong and an apron. She’s holding a spoon covered in chocolate batter in her right hand and I get a painful erection when she lifts it, collecting some of the mixture with a long lick. “Hi, Ramsey.”
“Hello, Veda.” I go toward her slowly. “We talked about you tempting other men, didn’t we? That includes the security detail I have stationed in the front entryway and the back hall.”
Another seductive lick of the spoon causes moisture to bead on the tip of my dick. When she smiles, I think she knows it, too, the little brat. “They don’t come into the kitchen,” she murmurs. “I was wearing clothes, but the oven was hot.” She shrugs. “And then I got hot.”
Another lick—but this time I grab the utensil and toss it onto the counter with a clatter. I slide the tie from around my neck…and slowly wind the silk material around her neck. Not tight. But definitely not loose, either. Her bee stung lips pop open and it’s all I can do to refrain from begging her to suck me off. “There is every chance they could come into the kitchen, Veda, and it would anger me beyond reason for another man to see you dressed this way.” I tighten the material a touch more and her eyelids flutter, a hint of nervousness flickering in her eyes. “They might be expensive and trustworthy, but I wouldn’t trust the Pope around an ass like yours. They’d turn into animals before you could blink.”
Her blue eyes flash. “I’m tired of worrying about men not knowing how to behave,” she whispers. “Why should that be my problem?”
“You’re wrong.” I back her up against the counter, dip down and come up between her legs, growling at the way her cunt cradles my erection. “It’s my problem.” I roll my hips and her head falls back on a moan, the tie still secured around her neck. “I love it being my problem. You’re mine to guard and I’m grateful for it. I just need you to be more careful.”
She lifts her head, sparking blue eyes finding mine. There’s a stubborn set to her chin and I can see she wants to argue, so I reach into my pocket and dangle the present I brought home in front of her face. When she sees what I’m holding, her mulishness fades, making way for breathtaking delight. “What—what is it? I-it looks like—”
“It’s a bracelet to match your mother’s locket.” Apart from the fact that the bracelet is twenty-four karat gold and her mother’s necklace is likely far less—not that I would ever tell Veda—it’s a perfect replica. Until now, it seemed like a good idea, but now that she’s looking at the damn thing, I have no idea. “Do you…like it?”
“What?” Her expression is one of disbelief. “It’s incredible. I can’t believe you did this.” The happier she becomes with me, the harder I get. “Thank you, Ramsey.”
While waiting for her to look at me, I pull myself back into check. “Now, can you please agree to be more careful?” I drop my guard and let her see how serious I am about her safety. “Clothes on unless Ramsey is around, right, angel?”
Her smile is sweet, indulgent, but she still eye-rolls me. “Fine.”
I drop my hands, wedging them between her naked ass cheeks and the counter, noticing her pussy turns more pliant as I knead her flesh. “That’s a good girl.” My mouth finds hers and we don’t hold back, her sweet lips going wide to let me in, to let me taste the beauty I’ve been missing. I’m sorely regretting my decision not to fuck her yet, because she’d be a such a tight ride with her feet dangling several inches off the floor. She’d probably whine over still being tender from yesterday, but she’d forget all about it once I gave her a reason to be tender tomorrow.