Page 194 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Exploring, my hand traveled up over her hip and around to her small but plump breast, tweaking her excited nipple to a tight peak. Her mouth pulled from mine and her head dropped back as she pressed her breast into my hand. She had sensitive nipples and seemed to love the attention.
I gripped her other one as well and twisted the tightened peaks. Luna softly mewled and ground against my dick. An image of a naked Luna, bent over with nipple clamps swinging from those tightened buds while I spanked her bottom and played with her clit, assaulted me.
“Graeme, I changed my mind. I want the food delivered to my suite in an hour. I have something urgent I need to take care of first.”
Graeme smiled and nodded in the rearview. Luna pulled back, pinning me with hungry eyes.
“I’ll feed your needs first, then your belly,” I assured her.
“Mmm. Can’t wait,” she moaned.
I continued driving her wild, playing with her nipples, edging her toward orgasm several times before we pulled up in front of Lennox Castle. Until recently, it had been abandoned, but before its vacancy, had been a poorly run institution for peoples with disabilities up until 2002. The castle was then left in ruins after a fire in 2008. And that’s where my family took over. By providing proper documentation of our lineage, I was able to purchase the estate and begin restoration in 2010, finishing in 2018. Finished being a relative, because restoring a castle and a town never ends, as new issues come up as fast as others are fixed. I didn’t mind, however, as I took pride in the ongoing project.
I released Luna for the first time since the park and escorted her inside. Her eyes widened as she took in the imposing castle, but I wasn’t in the mood to answer questions; I just wanted to get her to my room and have my way with her at last.
“Be a good girl for Daddy and hold your questions until we are dining.”
Gripping her hand, I led her through the entrance and up a long staircase to the third floor. The west wing was an apartment within the castle taking up 3000 precious square feet, all for my personal space. I allowed tours of the estate, particularly the ruins I’d left intact from the hospital. Tourists came in flocks to see the ghosts. I’d never seen one myself. However, the tourism team firmly believed that we had multiple ghostly inhabitants. Who was I to complain when the tours provided jobs for the townspeople?
The fireplace was on, and the flames danced on the walls creating quite the ‘Beauty and the Beast’ vibe. All I cared about was the room being warm enough to have her naked and at my mercy.
I closed the suite door and led her to the bedroom. The wall-length fireplace was also on and provided slightly better lighting and extra warmth. I removed my jacket and kicked off my shoes. Luna did the same and looked at me questioningly. I curled my finger, and she stepped closer.
“I’ve been dying to spank that sexy ass all day, but first, I need you naked. Turn around and slide those jeans over your bottom.”
She did as I asked, then looked over her shoulder, waiting for more instruction.
“Shirt and bra off, then turn around and face me.” I ran my gaze over her beautiful body and nodded approvingly. “Good girl.”
Her teeth tugged on the corner of her lip as a blush stole over her face.
Now to put a blush over the rest of her.
Chapter Five
Luna
There were so many times today when I’d wanted to shout and laugh with the wonder of it all. I’d only seen the main parts of Glasgow, but already I was in love with Scotland and never wanted to leave. That wasn’t the best part though, it was Artair. He seemed as blown away as I was, and he’d been born here. In fact, his bloodline had originated here several hundred years ago.
It wasn’t until seeing the sunset that I realized I’d had enough magic for one day and was in need of an entirely different kind of wonderment—Artair. He’d been so good to me, and I wanted to let him know how much I appreciated his patience playing tour guide and gifting me with an incredible new wardrobe.
He surprised me though, with his intensity during the sunset. All thoughts of showing him appreciation quickly fled, replaced with a deep-seated hunger to be at his mercy and feel him inside of me.
Last night had been mind-blowing. I’d never been spanked before, and despite the pain, the pleasure morphed into the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I hoped to have another one tonight. Mind you, I didn’t have a whole lot of experience to compare to. At least not in real time. Having grown up poor, I’d started an account on FeetingFans in my teens, when feet were a new rage and in the early days of becoming a thing.
The one extracurricular my parents were able to offer had unknowingly become the key to making money online. I’d chosen ballet, and there was a strength, and from what I’ve been told, a sexy deformity from wearing pointe shoes that people wanted. I made money fast on the app. Enough to apply to college after graduating high school and pay my tuition up front for my first year, including living quarters.
In university, I’d managed to get my hands on a pair of used Jimmy Choos at a high-end gently used store in Vancouver and grown a second account on the site. No one knew about my extracurriculars. My parents believed me when I said I’d gotten a full ride to SFU.
I’d packed the shoes for my trip, in case I decided to stay abroad longer and needed to make money while being away. I had them shoved in a sack at the very bottom of the backpack that I used as my daytime purse. But with the recent events of being outed on my original account by an asswipe of a stalker, I’d stopped doing videos when he asked me to shove my toe shoe somewhere it shouldn’t be. In that moment, I was tossed into a life I didn’t understand, nor was I prepared for. It was all fun and games until it wasn’t. As it was, the account I’d grown the largest was my primary source of income, but I still had my thesechoosweremadeforwalking account and thankfully I’d had the foresight to use a completely different IP address when I started it.
Still, when I’d left Vancouver, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my creepy account guy, oofootlover was somehow stalking me. Being with Artair had helped me stabilize and forget much of my paranoid thinking. My desires overrode any worries. I wanted more of last night; his hands marking my bottom, and I needed to feel his hard length buried inside of me, taking me on a journey that offered me a mental vacation from my worries.
He was a lawyer. What would he think of me if he knew the truth about who I was? I doubted he'd help me if push came to shove. What would his peers think of him spending time with a college dropout who sold pictures of her feet on the internet?
Artair was wealthy; this was evident from the almost mile-long driveway that led to the family castle, and by the fact that he had a family castle. I didn’t know a darn thing about the wealthy families in Scotland or who was who, but it was clear that the McFarlanes were one of them. He was part of what he referred to as the peerage, a representative in the house of commons. If what I did leaked out, it could end his career. That was a sobering thought, but I promised myself I’d leave before I’d let that happen. For now, being here with him, scrutinized by his hungry gaze, I was exactly where I wanted to be.
His intensity sent tingles of heat to all the right places. Being the center of this man’s attention was a dream come true. I needed this and was pretty sure he did too. He sat down on a great chaise lounge situated at the foot of his bed and drew me between his legs.
