Chapter Four

Sinclair

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see," I say, refusing to give up anything else.

"Well," she says, drawing the word out. "Is it far?"

"Not particularly. Why?"

"I have to pee," she whispers.

I cast a long glance at her. "You just spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom, princess."

"I forgot to pee," she mumbles with a shrug. "I was busy hiding from you."

I scowl at the road before flicking my eyes in her direction. "You thought I had a girlfriend." Acid runs through my veins at the reminder of the tears in her eyes and the look on her face. "You thought I could want another woman."

"I didn't know." She squirms in her seat, her eyes downcast. "I've been trying to get your attention for a year. I've tried everything, Sinclair."

"That's not my name."

"D-daddy," she whispers.

My cock throbs. Ah, Christ. I've waited so long to hear her say it. Now that she has, she'll never call me anything else when we're alone. I'll only ever be daddy to her in private, her own personal acolyte. She has no idea what she's unleashed, but she will soon.

I press the gas, watching the speedometer inch toward sixty.

"I haven't taken my eyes off you since the day we met, baby girl," I murmur, reaching across the console to place my hand on her knee. "I've watched every move you've made." I swallow. "Even when you didn't know I was watching."

"Really?" Her wide eyes meet mine, full of wonder. "You watched me?"

"I fucking stalked you," I rasp, inching her dress up her thighs. "I followed you everywhere."

"Sinclair. I mean, daddy," she says, gaping at me. "Are you teasing me?"

"You mean like you tease me with those tiny fucking dresses?"

The little brat doesn't deny it. She doesn't look embarrassed, either. "You don't like my dresses?"

"Oh, daddy loves your dresses," I growl, yanking it up to her hips to expose her pink cotton panties. "He'd love it even more if you never wore the goddamn things around other men ever again. It makes them want what belongs to daddy, princess."

"What belongs to you, daddy?" she asks, playing innocent.

Fuck. I'm going to wreck this damn car.

"This," I growl, keeping my eyes locked on the road as I shove my hand between her thighs to cup her cunt. Her pussy is soaked. I feel the wet heat through her panties.

"Daddy!" She grasps my wrist with both her hands, clamping her thighs around my hand. "Y-you aren't supposed to touch me there."

"No, I'm not." I grind my palm against her cunt. "But you like it when daddy breaks the rules, so you're going to be my best girl and keep this little secret, aren't you?"

"Y-yes," she sobs. "Yes, daddy."

"Good girl," I croon, gripping the steering wheel tight to navigate around a curve. "Daddy has to put both hands on the steering wheel to get us there safely, but I want you to slip your hand into your panties and show me what you do to yourself at night that makes you cry out my name."

"Daddy," she whines, practically writhing in her seat.

"Do it, little girl. I want to know what my baby girl does to make all that noise at night when she thinks I'm asleep."

She sobs my name, slipping her hand between her thighs. I reluctantly remove mine, placing it back on the steering wheel. My gaze flies between her and the road as she shoves her hand into her panties.

"Daddy," she moans, her scent and the sound of her sopping wet cunt filling the car. Ah, Christ. I should have claimed her a year ago. Fuck getting everything ready for her. I should have moved her into my cabin so I could take care of her little pussy the way she needed me to.

A year. A fucking year, I could have been imprinting my dick in that tight little thing, making sure everyone knew she was my baby girl.

Her breath grows choppy, and her movements restless. She writhes in ecstasy as she plays with her cunt for me, her little mouth open and her eyes glazed over.

"Daddy, daddy," she moans. "Oh, daddy."

"Are you going to come for daddy, princess?" I rasp, ready to come in my pants just watching her. Jesus. I've never seen anything more beautiful than the sight of this little angel fucking her hand in my car, moaning for her daddy...for me.

"Yes," she whimpers.

"Come, princess. Let daddy hear it."

She gasps a little half breath and then throws her back. "Daddy," rolls from her lips in a decadent moan that sets my blood on fire as her thighs begin to shake. Within seconds, she's trembling and moaning, filling the car with the sounds of her orgasm.

I nearly miss our turn. I take a hard right at the last second, bouncing onto the lane partially obscured by massive weeping willows, and then gun it down the long driveway.

As soon as I pull up in front of the house, I throw the car into park and thrust my seat back before unlatching her belt.

"Fuck," I breathe, dragging her over the console into my arms. My mouth comes down on hers in an adoring kiss. "Fuck, baby girl. You did so good for daddy. So fucking good."

"Mm," she moans, melting against me. "I've had a lot of practice, daddy."