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I reach down and skim my fingers through our combined release and clench my jaw.

“Lay back down,” I say as I grab her under the arms and nearly throw her toward the head of the bed.

“What are you—”

I grip her ankles, tugging her body forward until her ass is on the pillows and the backs of her thighs are against the headboard. “Keep your feet up there.” I press her heels into the wall, shoving another pillow under her ass so gravity will do its work. “Squeeze it in, baby. All that Daddy prize is supposed to stay inside until it does what’s it’s supposed to do.”

She considers me for a minute, lips open, then I see surrender on her face and she relaxes into position.

“Yes, Daddy.”

That word. That fucking word.

I reach around to grab a handful of her sweet, tender ass as I climb on the bed and straddle her face. “Now, I want you to lick me clean. All that sweet juice and Daddy’s flavor mixed with your blood. Then, I’m going to kiss you, deep and long, so we can savor this once and forever moment. Sharing it all. Forever, Kitty Kat. Now, get me cleaned up. Start with the balls then work your way up. Show me who you are.”

Thirteen

Kat

Iopen my eyes, feeling heavy and relaxed with sleep. My body is sore, my pussy aches. My feet are sticking out from under the sheets and I smile looking at my purple toe nails.

Trent painted them. After another rather brutal round of fucking me six ways to Sunday, he gave me a bath and brushed my hair as I rambled on about anything and everything. He dried me off, set me in the upholstered chair in the bathroom then, from the bathroom cabinet he pulled out this rolling cart full of nail polish in forty colors and everything you’d need for a proper mani-pedi.

He looked so awkward but so sweet, fumbling with the little brush, getting as much of the polish on my skin as on my nails. He was swearing up a blue streak all through my little pampering session and it took all my willpower to not giggle.

I shift onto my side and all the good feelings drain away as Ifocus on the words in front of my face. The note standing against the clock on the nightstand. And my heart drops.

Meeting movers at your apartment. Edward told me where he took you. That was not some up and coming, gated, hipster bullshit. We’re going to have words about not telling me you were living in a place like that. Get some rest. You’re going to need it.

Trent

The reality of what is happening hits me like a slap to the face. “Shit!” I spring from the bed and tear down to the kitchen, frantically searching for Trent.

But the place is silent. No car, no limo, and no way to reach him. I still haven’t persuaded him to get a cell yet. I plant my face in my hands, standing naked in the kitchen, feeling like I’m in a nightmare and I can’t wake up.

If he gets to my apartment, there’s a good chance he’s going to see things hedoesn’twant to see—even the place itself might make him go ballistic but I guess that ship has sailed. Edward. I thought he was supposed to bemylimo driver, not Trent’s spy.

But there’s nothing I can do. Nothing. And the minutes feel like hours as the microwave clock seems to stop completely.

I pace around, my heart in my throat, waiting for the sound of a car pulling down the long drive.

But there is nothing and no one.

I open the refrigerator and for a second, all my other worries evaporate. Inside, there’s a stuffed Hello, Kitty staring back at me. I pull the stuffie out and squeeze it to my chest taking a long breath.

I set it on the counter and force myself to eat part of an apple and drink a glass of water and then go upstairs. At the top of the landing, I see something I hadn’t noticed earlier. Trent must have sent the driver or someone out shopping, because there are two huge bags of clothes and a big laundry basket of folded,clean panties, bras, shorts and tank tops. He has thought of almost everything.

Everything he’s bought me, or had bought for me, is cute and sweet. At first glance I assumed the basket would be full of sexy lacy things, but it isn’t. It’s all comfy, and practical, and cozy. Like he knows I love.

I choose a few items to dress, then as I pick up the basket of clothes, I feel a deep throb of soreness radiating out from my pussy. And then I freeze, realizing that in the heat of the moment, in all that lust and need, we didn’t use any protection.

Oh god.

If I make a baby with him, it’s going to be…

Insane. Absolutely insane. That is the word.

But not nearly as insane, honestly, as what’s going to happen if Trent shows up at my apartment with a U-Haul to pack me up, only to find that scumbag Romanovski waiting for me.