Daddy’s Little Pet

RENEE

“Fuck. Renee. You’ll. Be. The. Death. Of. Me!” As he thrust deeper into my pussy, Robert growled, his eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.

He had my legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me hard against the tiled wall of one of the mansion’s bathrooms.

We’d just finished a quick tour of the large house some minutes ago, and after excusing ourselves from Mr. Bradley, the realtor, Robert dragged me into one of the rooms and proceeded to have his way with me.

“Oh, Renee!” He cried out again, this time with his eyes open, as he continued to plunge his dick inside of me mercilessly.

“Yes, Daddy!” I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his back as he stretched my walls, going in and out and repeating the movement that had my legs shaking fervently.

“I’m going to fucking come!” Robert growled, his right hand cupping one of my freed breasts, and he started pumping faster and harder, his pace quickening.

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Fucking pussy. Fucking mine!” Robert yelled hoarsely, his voice breaking as he gasped, and suddenly he stilled as he orgasmed.

“Fuck!” As he filled the condom, he grunted, his whole body shuddering and my climax hit at the same time.

My quivering legs shook as I screamed and arched my back against the wall.

He resumed his thrusts, pounding away until he’d completely emptied himself, and then he collapsed on top of me, his head resting on my shoulders.

“Oh, Renee…” He inhaled deeply, his voice husky.

“Yes…”

“We’ve splendidly christened the new house, don’t you think?” He winked, and I grinned, “Yes, we have, and cheers to more christening.”

“Of course! Damn! Baby girl, I can’t wait to fuck you in every room of this mansion. Every place, and I’ll make sure you scream my name without mercy.”

“Robert!” I burst out laughing.

“Will I ever get enough of you, sweetheart?” He joined in my laughter, sliding his dick out, and I gasped at the empty feeling he had left behind.

“I have no idea, Robert.”

Dropping my thighs from his waist, I stepped back while he disposed of his condom and washed up.

Feeling hypnotized, I stared at his beautiful butt as he dressed. The two round mounds were so perky and strong that I gulped again. I clenched my thighs as my gaze slid up to his well-defined back muscles and abs.

Despite his age, Robert was a fine specimen, and I knew I’d never tire of staring at him.

“What’s going on in your head, baby girl?” His deep voice floated through my thoughts, and when I looked up, he’d already turned and was staring at me with half-lidded eyes and a cheeky grin.

“Not much at all.” I lied through my teeth, straightening myself against the wall, dragging my rumpled dress down, and began walking to the toilet.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“The toilet. I also need to wash and-”

“Don’t!” He abruptly cut me off, and my brows quirked in confusion.

“Huh?! Why?”

“Because I always want you wet and ready for me, Renee. I’m not done with you…” He trailed off, smothering me with an intense gaze.

Feeling a flush creep up my cheeks, I rolled my eyes and knelt on the floor, looking for my panties, which he’d discarded sometime during our lustful shenanigans, but-

“Are you looking for these?” I heard him ask, and when I looked up, I saw him holding my lace panties between his fingers.

As he waved the fabric in front of me, he had a wicked smile.

Gritting my teeth, I straightened and stepped toward him.

“I am, indeed.”

“I guessed as much. However, this pair of panties now belongs to me. They are in my possession.”

I let out a frustrated hiss as he smirked.

“Robert, please give them to me.” I tried to protest by raising my hands to grab them, but he wouldn’t let go.

Instead, he brought the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, his brows furrowed.

“You smell wonderful, as usual. So heavenly and intoxicating. You know how much I like your particular scent, and I already have a collection. I’m going to add one to it.” He finished with a wink, tucking the panties in his pocket and all I could do was clench my still-trembling thighs.

I was supposed to be enraged and demand my panties. But instead, I was getting wetter, and I couldn’t be mad at Robert because his words got me so sexually aroused.

“Stay wet and needy down there for me, baby girl, but you should wash and arrange your face. Because of me, your makeup is a complete disaster.”

Of course! I can only imagine.

“Pftttt…”

“Be quick about it. I need to discuss some issues with Mr. Bradley. You could use the free time to tidy up.”

“All right, whatever. I’ll be with you shortly.”

Chuckling, he blew me a kiss and then walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him and leaving me alone.

Sighing, I hurriedly pulled down my dress and walked to the sink. I began to turn on the water, but my hands froze when I noticed something nearby.

Robert’s phone, which he’d thrown down earlier, was on the bathroom countertop, next to his wallet.

I returned my gaze to the sink, ready to continue cleaning, but then a chilling thought occurred to me, and I dragged my gaze back to the phone again.

Gently, I grabbed the device with shaky hands and turned it on.

It was password protected.

“Well, shit!” I cursed as I stared at the alphabet keys, my mind racing as I contemplated what to do, and then it clicked.

I typed his name with shuddering fingers, glancing at the closed door every second, hoping the phone would open, but it didn’t.

“Shit! Shit!” I kept repeating under my breath as my heart sank, and I tried different names-from his surnames to business names to initials and random numbers-but nothing worked.

‘Try your name.’ My subconscious suggested, and I was initially skeptical, but then the phone opened.

It worked! Fuck!

“Wow!” I gasped, and my heart pounded at the realization that Robert had used my name.

Even though I knew I shouldn’t be snooping around and checking his phone-because this was bad-I couldn’t help myself because my curiosity was getting the best of me.

I was curious about the identity of the mysterious caller. I wanted to know about the woman he’d seen a few days before-the day he’d canceled our date.

My blood boiled with jealousy, and I swiped the phone’s screen quickly, first checking his messages.

Nothing seemed suspicious there, and the inbox was full of texts from me, making me smile ruefully.

Still scrolling, I decided to check his contact information, and there I was, met with shocking news: my name was the only number saved.

Why would Robert keep only my name on this device? Did this imply he was concealing something sinister from me, and that’s why he’d done this?

He knew I’d snoop around someday, so he’d probably transferred all his contacts and other important information to another device.

‘You’re overthinking again, Renee. He could have a much better reason for this. He’s probably reserved this phone just for you.’

“Or this just shows that he’s really keeping something from me?” I countered the voice in my head, and with my jaw clenched, I slowly swiped at the screen, beginning to check the call logs.

That’s when I noticed a slew of missed calls from a specific number and a few outgoing ones.

This specific number had to be the woman’s phone number he’d refused to answer.

She’d called him on this device-on this cell phone, if I’m not mistaken-so she had to be the one.

The call log revealed that he’d finally answered some of her calls, indicating they’d been talking and calling each other regularly. This information tore at my heart.

I-

“Renee! Are you okay in there?” Robert shouted from outside.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I froze, my lips trembling as I considered what to say to him.

“I-”

“Are you almost finished? It’s getting late, and we must return to the hotel.”

“Um… yeah. Almost. Please give me a few minutes.” My heart pounded in my chest as I croaked out a response.

“Alright. I’ll be waiting.” He said, and I exhaled in relief when I heard footsteps fade away, most likely his and Mr. Bradley’s.

Calming myself, I quickly grabbed my small purse and pulled out my cell phone, which I swiped open.

I looked down at the two devices in my hands, my mind racing as I pondered what to do.

The unsaved number from Robert’s cellphone stared back at me, and I had no idea what to do at first, but something clicked again.

I needed her phone number to get her name and continue my investigation.

I sprang into action, writing the number in my phone’s notebook, and after double-checking that it was correct, I turned it off and placed it in my purse.

After that, I grabbed Robert’s wallet from the countertop, replaced his phone, and exited the bathroom.

My stomach churned with unease at what I’d done. My mind was racing with so many questions, but this was probably for the best.

I needed answers-so many of them. And if Robert wouldn’t give them to me, then I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands.