Page 12 of Bound to the Daddy

My lips turn down into a frown as I scroll through the employment database. It still shows her as terminated. The lying little minx. My palm itches as I picture her lying over my desk as I spank her for her deceit. But I can’t tip my hand. Not yet.

Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll have a car pick you up.

Really. It’s no trouble. I have a friend who’s going to look at it.

Friend? What friend? No doubt she’s lying about that too, but only time will tell. Shaking my head, I force her out of my thoughts as I wrap up the rest of the day. Thankfully money makes sense to me. It allows my brain to drift off as I balance ledgers and make trades.

Once the day is over, I stretch and pick up my phone. Still nothing.

Are you done with work?

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Those damned dots appear and disappear as she writes. Either she’s writing me a tome, or she’s trying to figure out what lie to tell me now.

I am. Is Brody back in town?

Why don’t you come over and see the calendar for yourself?

That’s okay. I’ll just message him.

Hmmm. Seems as if my omega doesn’t want to be home alone with me. I wonder why. I resist the urge to chuckle as I pack up for the night.

I love that she’s intimidated by me. As she should be. I always get what I want, and right now, it’s her.

Sitting alone at the table,I bring a glass of bourbon to my lips. Brody is out. Not that he actually eats dinner with me anymore. The maids bustle about, bringing in food or cleaning, but they’re not good company. Pulling out my phone, I open my photos and scroll through until I get to the screenshots I took of Stephanie while she was in the shower.

Like a depraved madman, I run my fingers down the screen, stroking her cheek as she looks up unknowingly at the camera. Once she’s mine, I’ll have to make other pictures to keep with me so I can have inspiration while I jerk off at work. Better yet, I could just make her my assistant and fuck her whenever I want to.

This obsession is a madness threatening to consume me. Normally, I’m calm and collected, able to patiently wait for what I want. With Stephanie, I feel the walls closing in. I have to act. I have to get her under my thumb. But how?

At twenty, it’s only a matter of time before she’s matched and out of my control. My heart seizes as I imagine her walking down the aisle to someone else. Calling out his name while his knot stretches her out. No. I can’t allow that. I won’t.

Stephanie is mine, and I will do whatever it takes to own her, to claim her, to chain her to my side forever.

Pulling up my email, I shoot off a quick missive to one of the women at the matching facility. The instant her name comes up to be matched, this person will let me know. That is, if she knows what’s good for her.

Not only do I own the deed to her house and am allowing her to stay there rent free while she helps her brother out of yet another mess, I’m putting her eldest through school. Not that I need to threaten her with any of that. No doubt her gratitude will make her want to serve me without question.

A guttural moan rips from my lips as I push away from the table, completely ignoring the food in front of me. I can’t eat right now, let alone think clearly. What is this obsession doing to me? Why do I need Stephanie like I need air?

I walk into my bathroom and grip the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. What does insanity look like? Is it something you can see? Hear? Taste? Smell? Are there noticeable signs?

My fingers dig into the smooth porcelain as I look for some reason for this madness. Hell, even Brody isn’t this fixated on her. More than likely, it’s because she denies me. That has to be it.

Everyone in my life simpers and sighs around me, desperate to do what I want, when I want it. But not Stephanie. I glance over to the pile of bills I left over on the nightstand after she left them in the guest house.

She’s such a conundrum. She doesn’t want my money. She doesn’t want to avail herself of my mechanic or any other forms of help I might offer. Yet she cries out my name as she strokes her pretty little clit in the shower.

A feral growl rumbles past my lips and vibrates through the air as I picture Stephanie stroking herself for me where I can watch and taste her. Even now, her scent seems to cling to me despite the fact that I’ve showered since seeing her yesterday.

Soon. So achingly soon. Once she’s set to be matched, I’ll be the one at the altar waiting for her. She won’t have a choice but to submit to me for six months. God. Six months where I can tease her, fuck her, mold her into the perfect submissive for me.

Gripping my cock through my pants, I close my eyes and picture her on her knees under my desk, sucking me off while I conduct business with other officials. Or better yet, just having me inside her all the time, whether I’m fully erect or not.

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