Chapter 7

I standin the doorway of the room and lean against the frame. Kennedy is asleep on the bed with her grandfather, and though I hate to wake her, it’s probably better if she isn’t here when he wakes up.

I got a call earlier from a doctor I contacted about her grandfather’s condition. After I hired Kennedy and did some digging into her background, I was led to the nursing home where her mother’s father resides. I arranged to pay for his care there and to see if there was anything else that could be done to ensure he has the best care available.

The nurses put me in touch with one of the country’s leading Alzheimer’s specialists. She looked over his file today and called me back. I didn’t want Kennedy to know I’d done this behind her back until I had good news for her. But from what the doctor told me, the outlook is not good. He’s fading faster as time goes on, and she said the best thing Kennedy can do is keep him in familiar surroundings, because change can be disruptive to a patient.

When I found out, a wave of guilt washed over me and I realized why she was doing this job. The place she chose isn’t cheap, and I can’t imagine the jobs she had before were enough to make the payments. I was able to get my investigator to pull everything on her and saw her bank accounts have been dwindling to almost nothing. She’s in a desperate situation, and I’m sure that’s why she took the job as an escort, but with the jealousy inside I can’t help but wonder how many times she’s done this before me. It doesn’t look like any large chunks of money were deposited into her account other than the money from the sale of a house. She may have taken payment in cash before so it wouldn’t show up. Still, I wonder if she could have possibly been up to this longer considering the cost of the nursing home.

The salary I pay her would more than cover it several times over. I know it’s probably a relief to her not to have to worry about it, but it makes me feel like a bastard. I’m paying her to take care of my needs so that she can have the money to care for her sick grandfather.

I needed to even the playing field, so I went ahead and paid for the next five years of care, with instructions to contact me personally for any other financial assistance the home might need. I’d also made a large charitable contribution so that they could renovate the back garden and create a space outside for him to enjoy.

Taking care of her grandfather makes me feel like less of an asshole for what I want from her. It feels more balanced now. At some point I may tell her, but not yet. Not until I have her under me and she’s bred with my baby. I want her bound to me as tightly as possible before she finds out she doesn’t have to work on her knees anymore.

I also found out more than I wanted to know about her old landlord. He has a liking for what’s mine. He’s another thing she’ll never have to worry about. I’ve made sure of that.

When I got back home tonight and saw she wasn’t there, I panicked. I tore through the house calling her name, but then I realized where she went. I found her cuddled up with her grandfather, both of them sleeping soundly.

I push away from the door, walking over quietly and brushing her cheek with the back of my hand. When her eyes open, she smiles up at me, then she blinks a few times in confusion.

“Mason?” she asks in a whisper, as if she can’t believe I’m here.

“Let’s go home, sweetie. Let him get some rest.” I motion to her grandfather, and she nods.

Before she takes my hand, she leans over and gives him a kiss on the cheek. After that, she lets me pull her away. She takes a couple of steps and leans into me, clearly still tired.

I reach down, put my arm around the back of her legs, and scoop her up in my arms. For a second I think she’s going to protest, but she melts against me and closes her eyes. I kiss her forehead and carry her out to the waiting car, needing to have her in my bed.

I hold her in my arms on the car ride home, brushing my lips across her face all the while. I feel like I can’t stop touching her, and I don’t know how to stop myself.

Once we arrive, the driver opens my door and I carry Kennedy the rest of the way up and into our bedroom. Our bedroom. Fuck, I love the sound of that. It makes all my possessive and protective instincts push forward. I have to own her. Every inch.

But tonight she’s soft and sweet in my arms, and she feels so young and delicate.

I place her on the bed, and she hardly moves as I remove her dress and panties. I strip her bare, and she lies there on my sheets, a perfect young body to warm me.

I want to move between her legs and bury my cock inside her warm cunt. Reaching down, I push her legs apart and get a better view of what’s mine now. What I’ve bought and paid for. There’s a small patch of short hair between her thighs, and her pink opening is so tight and small. But I know that her being an escort means she has been with plenty of men, so I’m sure she’ll take me just fine. I grit my teeth and pull the blanket over her, covering up her body. I can’t stand the thought of another man touching what’s mine.

I strip off my clothes and slide into the cool sheets beside her, but I don’t reach for her. Instead, I pull the blanket away from her body again and start stroking my cock. I’ll give her tonight to sleep, but I’m still using her for my pleasure. I look down at her naked tits and fist my cock tighter. I thrust up and down on my shaft in a punishing rhythm, looking over every young inch of her.

When I’m close to the edge, I use my other hand to cup the tip of my cock and catch all my cum. I release into the palm of my hand and create a little pool of my thick warm seed. Sitting up, I bring the hand full of cum to her pussy and release the seed all over her. I rub my cum on her tiny pink clit, her puffy lips, and push some inside her. I feel her clench on my fingers as I do it, and I decide to get her off, too. Just a baby one while she sleeps.

I don’t touch her anywhere else, though my mouth aches to suck her tits. Instead, I use my warm cum to slick her clit and rub in circles. It takes only a few moments for her to let out a soft moan as she clamps around my hand. A perfect little orgasm for my baby girl while she sleeps.

My palm is sticky with her release and my own, so I put it to my mouth and lick it clean. The taste of us together is enough to make me want to jerk off again, but I restrain myself. I reach for her, pulling her back to my front and holding her as close to me as possible. I let the ridge of my cock settle between her legs, and I feel her wet warmth against it.

I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight with the ache in my cock, but I let out a contented breath just being next to her. I know she won’t go anywhere now. She’s exactly where she’s going to stay for as long as I want her. I wonder if she’s ready for just how long that is.