Sunday morning, Blake finished up in the gym and walked through the narrow corridor that linked the gym to the main house. He made a beeline for the kitchen for his Sunday morning smoothie.
“Good morning Norma,” Blake greeted the Chef from the kitchen doorway .
“Good morning, Mr. Carter.” He stopped the smoothie maker. “I will just pour your drink now.”
By the time Blake walked further into the large airy kitchen, Norma had poured his coffee banana smoothie into a long glass cup. He inserted a straw into the cup and held it out to Blake.
“Thanks, man,” he collected his drink. Taking the first sip, he gave him a thumbs up with a big smile as always and walked out of the kitchen.
He went to his study, where he would start his day with his bi-weekly Sunday phone meeting with his personal financial advisor, Robby.
Upstairs in their bedroom, Stacy’s phone pinged for a message on the nightstand. She was still under the covers in bed, though she had woken up for like over one hour.
She reached for her phone. Stacy frowned when she saw the message was from Jake and was about to delete it like she had deleted the others without reading them. But something stopped her, and she opened it.
JAKE: I missed you so much, my girl. Daddy wants to see you. Please, please come to the cave. I need you. I’ll be there all day.
Stacy clutched the phone to her chest. She missed Jake so much, much more than she could ever imagine. She wondered why she had been so stubborn all this while.
“Daddy,” she whispered to the room. “Your baby girl is coming.” She jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom to have her bath. Twenty minutes later, she was standing in the doorway of Blake’s study.
“Dear,” she called out with her hand on the snob. “I need to meet up with the girls at Lola’s house. She called me this morning. She just got into town.”
Lola was a friend who just pumped in and out-of-town once in a while from Paris, where she had been for over five years since she got married to her French husband.
“Oh. Okay,” Blake waved at her. “Enjoy yourself, bye.”
*******
Jake parted the window blind for the umpteenth time since he sent that message to Stacy. There was no sign of his baby girl. He winced and checked for the time again on his wristwatch. It had been over two hours since he had sent the message to her.
The only good thing was that she read the message, and he hoped she would come. To say he missed Stacy was a big understatement. It was as if a part of him was cut off. His entire body throbbed for Stacy. Not only for sex, but in every way. He missed fucking her, talking with her, playing with her and brainstorming together for their projects.
The most painful part was that she would talk normally to her when others were there during meetings, when they met in the corridor, but the moment others left, she would recoil back into her shell.
He groaned loudly and walked to the minibar. Thinking about her had made him hard as a rock. Jake looked down and saw how his erection puffed up his pair of cargo shorts along his thigh. Jake had jerked-off times without a number in the last three weeks, but it seemed not to be working. He had, however, held to his vow never to visit the haven anymore. He reached for a glass and opened the mini refrigerator to retrieve some ice cubes, which he poured into the glass. He opened a bottle of rum and poured it on the ice, waiting a bit for it to settle before drowning it in two gulps.
He was just setting the empty glass back on the tall table when he heard the key in the keyhole. His heart twisted in his chest. He swallowed hard and looked on. The door opened, then Stacy walked in and locked the door back.
“Hey,” she whispered when she turned around.
“Hey,” he left where he was and walked up to her.
Her breath caught in her chest as he advanced towards her. Her heart beat faster and faster, wondering for the umpteenth time that day how she could hold off from him for three weeks and four days.
“I’m so sorry,” she burst into tears. “I’m sorry. I missed you so much.”
He took one more step and there was no gap between them anymore.
“Sssh,” he pulled her to his chest. “Don’t be sorry. I am the one that should be sorry. I shouldn’t have chosen the cowardly route. Baby girl, I am so sorry.”
She nodded, looking into his eyes. She cupped his face. “I missed you so much and I want you to know that I love you…Oh my God, I love you, Jake.”
“I know,” he wiped her tears off with his thumbs.
“You knew?” Her eyes glazed over. “But…”
“Baby girl, I didn’t want to stop you from obeying your father,” he kissed her on the nose. “I feared what he could do to me.”
“I love you so much, daddy,” she moaned into his chest. It was so exhilarating being able to say those words loudly to him after all these years to him after all these years.
“You can’t imagine how much I love you, my dirty little girl,” he pushed her to his body even tighter, breathing her in. “I fell in love with you the very first day I set my eyes on you. And daddy wants you so much now.”
There was no way he could hold out much longer. “I missed every inch of your body. I want to push my hard dick in your wet hole, baby.” He rumbled into her ear.
But before he knew what was happening, Stacy was all over him. She kissed his face, his lips, and neck. Her hands roamed over his body.
“My sweet baby girl,” Jake moaned. “Daddy’s good girl.”
“Give me your cock, Daddy!” she grinded her crotch all over his. “I have missed it so much!”
He smiled down at her.
“I . . . I want to be punished, daddy. I need to be taught a lesson. I’ve been a bad girl, haven’t I?”