“You’re not planning to get drunk, are you?” I ask, and he looks at me, remaining silent. “If you drink, I will too,” I threaten, and he shakes his head.
“You’re not allowed to drink alcohol,” he states firmly, causing me to cross my arms defiantly.
“Who’s stopping me?” I challenge, raising my eyebrows.
“Apart from the law?” he quips, and I roll my eyes.
“Me,” he states, and I laugh at his determination.
“Well, the law doesn’t seem to stop us from being together right now, does it?” I argue. “A few drinks wouldn’t harm me,” I shrug, daring him to disagree.
“I won’t permit it,” he insists, and I scoff again.
I spot a waiter carrying drinks and steal one off the tray. Standing before Alex, I down it in a single gulp. He stares at me, a smirk creeping onto his face as he settles back down.
“Come on,” he urges, but I don’t budge.
“No,” I demand, raising my arms defensively. “We’re not moving from here until you promise me you’ll apologize to your mother for how you treated her and start acting like her son again.”
“Love, I’m a businessman. Come with me, and let’s negotiate,” he responds smoothly, but I refuse to budge.
He interlinks his hand with mine, leading me through the crowded area until we step into a private room and shut the door. Sensing his intentions, I sit on the bed, crossing my arms stubbornly.
“Alright, what’s the deal?” I ask, watching him with expectation.
“I want to fuck you… really fucking hard,” he murmurs slowly, and I press my arms back against the bed frame.
“I want you to share everything first,” I demand, meeting his gaze intently. “Why do you treat your mother so poorly, and why the sudden shift from being my sweet Daddy to this brooding man?”
I notice his features tense at my words.
“Sweet, innocent Nina,” he whispers, leaning in, but I stop him with my foot.
“I’m not letting this go,” I assert, and he chuckles in disbelief before grabbing my legs and pulling me closer.
“You smell like pure temptation,” he growls against my neck, squeezing my waist.
“No fucking way we are doing that right now,” I declare, pushing him away. “Deal: I get the truth, and you get to fulfill your desires.” I glare at him. “This is business now; convince me.”
“Fine-business it is,” he agrees, crossing his arms. “Here’s my offer: I’ll spill everything about my past, but you have to let me fuck you in the ass… that means right now.”
I stutter at his brazen proposal and logically counter, “That’s easily manipulated. You can just lie, and I’ll be left in pain-definitely not a fair deal.”
He clicks his tongue, unswayed. “How about a pinky promise?”
“Do you want to fuck me?” I tease, but he smiles wickedly.
“You have no idea,” he claims, licking his lips.
“Well, this is my only offer, and I really hoped you would agree,” I mumble, watching his expression change.
“You’ll apologize to your mother for being an ass, give her an actual hug, explain why you’ve acted this way to her. We’ll leave for London, and on December 26th, we’ll go out on a date, after which you can have me however you wish,” I assert, crossing my arms again.
He blinks at my boldness. “Wow, how in the world did you come up with that so quickly?” he asks, and I simply shrug.
“Deal… a bit unfair,” he murmurs, contemplating negotiating.
“My last offer stands,” I insist, and he strokes his chin thoughtfully.
“Can we go for a New Year’s option?” he inquires, but I decline.
“The other option is waiting until we get engaged,” I jest, and he rolls his eyes dramatically.
He then leans before me, questioning softly, “Do you trust me?”
I nod.
“Do you love me?” I affirm again.
“Do you care about me?” he continues and I nod once again.
“Then you’ll realize this isn’t the time to tell you,” he murmurs, staring at me as if seeking forgiveness.
I let out a sigh and nod in understanding. “Thank you,” he breathes, relief washing over him as he begins to kiss my hand.
His kisses travel to my lips, and with a lingering kiss on my neck, my heart races.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whisper, feeling his lips invade my mouth with fervor.
Before I know it, he presses me back onto the bed softly, and my legs wrap around his waist as he lifts my dress and pulls his pants.
“What do you want, princess?” he asks, and I moan softly.
“Just kiss me,” I plea, and he grins with a mischievous glint.
“What else?”
“Touch me,” I gasp, and he obliges, fingertips trailing downwards as I suppress a whimper.
“Tell me, love. What else do you desire?” he presses, his voice thick with craving.
Gasping softly, I hold his gaze, whispering, “I want you to make love to me.” A flicker of excitement ignites in his eyes, the dim light illuminating his playful smile.
In one swift motion, he pulls down my panties and his boxers, teasing me as he runs the tip of his cock against my the entrance of my pussy.
“Desperate, are we?” he smirks, and I squirm under his teasing touch.
“Oh daddy…” I exclaim, desperate for more and not afraid to express it.
“What? Didn’t catch that,” he taunts, his teasing tone keeping me on edge.
“More!” I almost shout, frustration mounting.
“Guess I’m a little hard of hearing today,” he jokes and presses the tip against my pussy entrance.
I feel an overwhelming need for him. “I want you fully inside me!” I demand, voice shaky with desire.
“As you wish, princess,” he replies, thrusting deep inside me as I let out a sharp gasp.
With each thrust of his cock, the pleasure builds intensely, but I quickly find it to be strong .
“Slower,” I request, but he remains lost in the moment, focused solely on that familiar rhythm.
“You feel so good,” he growls, continuing with unrelenting speed.
Once the pleasure shifts to a more painful sensation, I whisper urgently, “Slower, Daddy.” But my words appear lost on him, the he lets out a satisfied groan as he release inside me.
My hands find their way to his shoulder, noticing how tense and focused he remains. “What’s the matter?” I ask softly, guiding his face to meet mine.
He shakes his head but seems conflicted. “Thank you… for being here,” he finally murmurs. “I thought if I brought you, I could reclaim the childlike connection I had with my mother, but it’s too far gone,” he admits, frustration gnawing at him.
“Look at us-everyone is downstairs enjoying dinner while we’re up here together… without clothes,” I remind him.
“And you’re still inside me,” I add with a teasing eyebrow raise, and he chuckles at that.
“I savor this,” he confesses, his voice growing softer. “You’re warm and alluring, and even when I’m not inside you, I find comfort in being so close.”
“I never pictured you as this odd,” I laugh, flushed with warmth at his compliments.
After a moment, he pulls out and dresses while I fix my outfit. I run to the bathroom, freshening up, thankfully thankful for the waterproof make-up.
“Ready to go home?” he asks when I return. I check the time and frown.
“Would you mind telling me the time?”
“11:58 PM,” he replies. “We’ll take a jet back.”
I frown again. “I wouldn’t want to risk reaching home late,” he explains, nodding with confidence.
Whose jet?
“It’s mine.”
“We’ll be there in under thirty minutes,” he assures me, and I offer a small smile.
“Then I suppose we can linger a bit longer,” I suggest, and he embraces me, gently stroking my hair.
We’re interrupted by delighted shouts from downstairs, and he dips his head to kiss me.
“Merry Christmas, love,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I whisper back, a smile brightening my face.