Page 13 of Rich Man
“I’m right here, little girl,” I assure her. “Daddy’s got you.”
The encouragement, though subtle, seems to be exactly what she needs. After a few more well-timed jabs of my hips, she’s making a strangled sound and digging her short nails into my back. I feel her orgasm running through her half a second before she whimpers my name as though in warning.
“You sound so fucking good,” I say, chasing my own release as I drive my length into her wildly. “Make such pretty fuckin’ sounds when you cum all over my cock.”
I’m right there, needing only a few more thrusts to get me to my orgasm. Then, Amanda whimpers, “I love you, daddy,” and my climax slams into me, the words having a visceral effect on me.
I cum hard, filling my girl up with my seed. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. My entire body clenches as I’m taken by ecstasy. There’s nothing else in this room, on this planet, than me and Amanda.
When my pleasure subsides, I pull out of her slowly. With immense gentleness, I place a kiss on her forehead. Then, I run a hand through her messy, sweaty hair as I climb off of her.
“I’ll give you some time to recover,” I tell her, grabbing her clothes from the floor. “Then we can head back to your place so you can tell your family the good news and change. We’ll have to be quick, though. I have some interviews lined up for you today.”
“Interviews?” she asks, not sitting up from where she’s still lying there recovering.
“I’ve got a list of some of the best home health care nurses money can buy,” I say with a shrug. “I decided not to pick one, though. It’s your grandmother that needs the help, and you know her best.”
“Eric…” she says, pushing herself up with her elbows. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” I reply, leaving no room for doubt. “Besides, if you’re going to move in with me, there needs to be someone there to help care for your family. You can’t spend every wakingmoment taking care of other people, Amanda; you need to let someone take care of you for a change.”
Epilogue
Four Years Later
Amanda
When I made the change to children’s’ nurse, I thought that my work days would be easier and less stressful. For the most part that’s true. The hours are shorter, and I’m much less likely to interact with single men – something that Eric was worried about when we first got together. Sometimes, though, we have tough cases come through our doors.
Today was one of those days.
When I walk into the house, I check that our nanny is with our daughters, Elizabeth and Penelope. Once I confirm that my girls are well-looked after, I breathe a sigh of relief. There’s nothing I want more right now than to turn my brain off for a little while and let someone else – my husband of three years – do the thinking.
It doesn’t take me long to find Eric. He’s tucked away in his office, pouring over some documents detailing his latest property purchase. If I didn’t know the man underneath the serious, intimidating mask, I might be afraid to interrupt him. I know that he has a soft spot for me and his girls, though.
“Daddy?” I say, my voice coming out even smaller than I expected. I guess I need his comfort even more than I anticipated.
His gaze lifts from his work immediately, his rough edges softening when he looks at me. He gets out of his seat quickly, crossing the room as he asks, “Oh, baby girl. Did you have a long day?”
My voice gets caught in my throat. Now that he’s here, I feel my entire body relaxing. I know I don’t need words now. So, I nod, and he wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek with reverence.
“My poor girl,” he murmurs, his words acting as a balm for the stress of my day. “Don’t you worry. Daddy’s going to take good care of you.”
With that, he picks me up and carries me out of his office and into our bedroom. I feel safe in his arms, like the horrors of the world can’t reach me. I almost don’t want him to put me down when he reaches the edge of our mattress, but I want what’s coming next even more.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Eric says, taking my hair out of its pink elastic. “If you weren’t so busy saving lives, I’d bother you all day long.”
“You never bother me, daddy,” I say, feeling myself slip into the submissive space I can only enter when I’m with him.
He chuckles, giving me a long, lingering kiss. I melt into it, falling further under his spell. Sometimes, I long for this to be my entire life, to be completely his and to stay home away from the stress of my adult life.
“You’re just too sweet to me, little girl,” he practically coos, gently rubbing his thumb against my cheek. “Now, let’s get you out of these clothes.”
Eric takes his time stripping me, kissing each bit of skin he exposes. I sigh happily. Before I know it, I’m completely bare in front of him.
“Are you ready for daddy’s cock, little girl?” he asks, already working himself out of his pants. My mouth waters when I realize he’s already hard.
“Yes, please,” I reply, unable to take my eyes off of him as he reveals his body to me.
