Page 8 of His Little Turquoise
I start to calm. I don’t know why. My body begins to relax in his arms.
He releases my hand and sets it on my chest before cupping my head with his enormous palm and smiling at me. “That’s my good girl. Take some deep breaths.”
Tears are still falling. “Pokey,” I whimper.
“I’ll have someone go get him and anything else you want, Baby girl.”
My eyes widen.
His smile grows. “Promise.”
I lick my lips while he wipes away my tears with his thumb. “You will?” I hiccup.
“Absolutely. Do you have any other stuffies or dolls you want to take with you?”
I nod. I have a lot. Will he get them? I’m curious about his teeth though. I reach up with the hand he was tormenting and touch his lips with my fingers. “Are you a vampire?”
He chuckles, his body shaking. “No, Little one. I don’t suck blood. Vampires aren’t real, silly girl.”
I almost smile at the irony. “Areyoureal?”
“Very. I have a tiny quill behind my front teeth. I can use it to pierce your skin. My saliva is helping calm you.”
I gasp, blinking.
“I can also use it for other things, but you’ll find out about those later.”
“Why didn’t you let me say goodbye to Ava?” I murmur, my voice hitching as tears threaten to fall again.
“You didn’t need to, Baby girl. You will see her when we get home.”
“Home?” I try to sit up from my reclined position.
Surgient releases his tight grip just enough to let me sit on his lap. “Eleadia. We’ll leave soon.”
“How do you know Ava will also be going?”
“I could scent it, Little one. Just like Ganrax could scentourbond.”
“What will happen to our apartment?” I ask, grasping at random thoughts.
“Club Zoom will take care of everything.”
I’m not sure why I even care. I won’t be around for the fallout, but I don’t like disappointing my clients. I have a work ethic. Maybe another co-worker will finish those jobs. Yes, I’m certain they will. I’m expendable. Ava works for the same company. It’s kind of sad, but we’re both expendable. Probably most humans are.
Surgient slides his hand up higher on my thigh until his fingers are touching the edge of my panties.
My breath hitches. My mad quickly turns into something else entirely. Arousal. I recognize it immediately because I’ve made myself feel this way alone in my room at night.
I have some amazing vibrators in my apartment that do the job of giving me relief when I crave it, but no man has ever done so. And certainly not the bad Daddy I had a few years ago. Definitely not him.
When I first met Rick, I thought he was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He sought me out at the club. He made me feel special. It wasn’t until I agreed to play exclusively with him that things started going downhill. Red flags everywhere. I ignored them. I kept hoping. Wishing. I’d wanted a Daddy so badly. It turned out Rick was the worst thing that ever happened to me, and I’m still kicking myself for how much time I wasted hoping for something I would never have.
The memories embarrass me, and I look away. Rick damaged me. He made me feel like I could never be good enough for anyone. I know it’s not true. I know it intellectually. But my self-esteem is damaged, and I’ve been much happier being Little alone. No one can hurt me when my Daddy is always imaginary.
I couldn’t please Rick no matter what I did. I won’t be able to please this Daddy…Papi, either. I won’t be good enough for him. I shouldn’t have agreed to come upstairs with him.
Except I didn’t. He brought me up here anyway. He says I’m his. He’s going to be disappointed. He’s going to hurt me.
