Page 21 of Stalker Daddy

The sun had fallen on the horizontal line, and the cabin is illuminated by the yellow fluorescent lights that I had kept on to ease her nerves.

She couldn’t keep down dinner; her appetite had been ruined by the scare, the emotional turmoil becoming an undesirable product of fear, and the fact that someone had come into the room while I was surveying the basement section of the cabin.

I had to make sure that everything I had moved into the basement from that one room was undisturbed.Fia doesn’t know there is another level below us, and I don’t plan on her finding out, and she wouldn’t because we would be returning to the city in the morning.

“Yeah, it’s all done.”She groans and wraps her arms around my waist.

Her sweet scent from the shampoo comes out of her hair, and the softness is everything I dream of as I bury my nose at the top of her head.Fia places a kiss on my chest, and the shirt absorbs the heat of her lips, but the gesture is more than welcomed.

While it is after dinner and we both have showered, it’s not close to the time to retire for the night yet.Fia and I are not tired despite the eventful days that didn’t let us have a good night of sleep.

Whatever it is that’s happening, it seems to be more active at nighttime save for this afternoon.My cabin isn’t safe anymore, and I do not plan on leaving her side tonight, especially because Fia had been so traumatized by the intruder.

The invasion of privacy and being watched while she slept hurt her more in her paranoia than physically, but I can’t rule out a delayed bodily response to fight the terror that caused havoc on her delicate body.

I had burned the Polaroid to not remind her of the incident for as long as I can, but her mind doesn’t let her rest because she was out of it for the whole day.

I regret not bringing more entertainment to distract her, but I am not a man to admit defeat.

Cradling her cool cheeks, I warm them with gentle strokes of my thumb and bring a flushed color to them effortlessly.She smiles appreciatively, and the love in her eyes shines brighter than the stars to flickers in the black sky.

Brushing her bottom lip with a finger and drawing her attention to what I want, she stays still and welcoming as her light breath fans over my thumb.Her big, doe-eyes flutter expectantly and wait, and she tightens her tiny fingers on my shirt.

She tips her back, and the vulnerable column of her smooth neck calls for my teeth, a curse that aches and is desperate to mark her for everybody to see my ownership of her.

I lean forward, lips inches apart, and her minty breath teases over my mine.I want to devour her, and it has been a constant nightmarish dream that plagues me with a demand to cut her wings of freedom off her back.

She doesn’t need them.She doesn’t need the ability to fly away from me, and I never had the intention of simply backing away and watching her take steps into a world that I don’t exist in.

I’m selfish, and I am a monster.I want to blame her constant distance from me on her love for her violin.I can’t.She would hate me for stealing away her talent in music, so I would rather sacrifice my desire for solitude and violent tendencies for her happiness.

I’m not unsympathetic, but I am greedy.Sometimes greed and sin tip the balance too much that I get swallowed up by it.These small inclinations for psychopathic behaviors will scare her if she catches on, but ill-speaking would let the sadist in me call her foolish.

She is, and I’m not denying that, but I prefer to call it pure naivety.It’s more forgiving than calling herstupid.I would never insult my darling because that would be insulting myself.It would be awfully ludicrous for me to love a woman who I consider useless.

My Fia is a brilliant woman with a raw talent in music that the world won’t be seeing for another fifty years.The way she conducts her pieces is emotional, moving, and almost sealing a fragment of her into every note that audiences listen to.

“Please, Daddy.”Her whisper is adoring, and I couldn’t say no to her.

Pressing our lips together, I nearly growl through the cage of my ribs.It’s soft, willing, and so sweet that my blood roars in my ears.I swallow her mewling noise, the shuddering breaths of her struggle to catch up are futile.

She pulls back with pants, eyes unfocused, and cheeks reddening lovingly.“Did I do good?”

Her innocent question is waving an electric industrial fan to the bonfire in my heart.It’s not helping me stay calm and not rut her down on the sofa.She deserves a bed under her delicate body, not dry friction on the coarsely textured furniture.

“Yes, darling girl.You did well.”

While lust clouds my brain, I still have a few functioning thoughts in my head.I have to deal with that active threat that’s been fucking around with my darling’s health, and that is a transgression that I cannot forgive.

This means that I cannot indulge in the pleasure she’s more than willing to give me.I have to be on alert until we find a more secure location.Once I get between her legs with my tongue or my cock, I won’t care about anything else.

The choice to go off the grid had been a marvelous idea at first because the people who know about this place can be fitted into one hand.Since the threat followed us here, I can deduce that someone has access to my personal information.

I know we weren’t followed, and there was nothing on us to contain tracking devices.As a law-abiding citizen, I do file my information accordingly to avoid unnecessary trouble so I can focus on my darling girl.

At the top of my head, I can think of some agencies that could have access to my file this quickly because we left on the same day that she had the accident.

This doesn’t rule out that the dangerous person already had the information about my cabin and used the process of elimination to find this place.

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