Daddy’s Little Pet

RENEE

The day passed breezily fast and now I stood by the yacht rails, staring out into the ocean.

My thighs still tingled from our sexcapades, but otherwise, I felt so good. Very sated and satisfied too.

Sneaking a glance behind me, a sad smile flickered to my lips as I watched Robert control the ship’s steering. Whipping my head back toward the sea, I wrapped my arms around myself as a cool breeze billowed, scattering my wavy blonde locks.

“You know, I wish we could stay here forever. I’d just turn and see you right in front of me every time.” I stiffened the second I felt muscular arms wrap around me from behind, and I gasped as Robert whispered in my ear.

‘Surely he didn’t mean that right?’ I questioned myself internally, goosebumps rising as I assimilated everything he’d just said.

“Robert…” I drawled, snuggling in his arms as I asked, “How come you’re here now? You were steering the yacht just a second ago and….”

“And now, I’m here with you because I can’t fucking keep my hands off you, Renee….” He groaned and the way he called my name sent pleasure shooting down my thighs. To make things worse, he placed soft kisses on my bare throat, and I melted.

“What… what about… what about the boat? Isn’t it going to…?” I stuttered.

However, he cut in, saying, “How many times do I have to assure you that everything is safe, baby girl? The yacht is fine, and nothing will happen, okay?”

Nuzzling my hair, I was about to say something when he interrupted with a rather absurd speech.

“Isn’t it crazy how I’ve known you only three days? After I first saw you that night, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, and now here we are. You’re in my arms, and it feels like I’ve known you all my life.”

I froze, blinking my eyes twice and swallowing a massive lump of saliva that felt stuck in my throat.

What the hell was he saying?

“Robert… what are you saying?” I asked.

He took a deep breath, still kissing my shoulders as he continued, “I know it doesn’t make sense, and this is just supposed to be a fling, right?”

“What are you saying?” I queried again, disentangling myself from his hold and turning around to face him.

I stepped back, taking some space. “Robert, this is still a fling. You know it’s still a fling, and I know it is. I’m on vacation. Once we get on land and my time ends, I’ll leave this city. These will all be memories. I… I…” My chest tightened as I spoke, and I could see hurt flash in the depth of his blue orbs, but I was telling the truth.

This was the plain motherfucking truth, and he knew it!

More so was the stark knowledge that I had no idea who he freaking was, and vice versa.

All through today, as we ate lunch and rested in each other’s arms, I’d try to ask him some personal questions, but he kept diverting me at every end.

Like he was hiding something from me, and I hated how I felt riddled with curiosity.

“Renee, calm down!” He spat out, stretching his hands as he tried to drag me into his embrace. But I refused, tackling him before he could grasp me.

“We’re just strangers fucking Robert. I’ve enjoyed my time with you. Yes, I want to stay here forever, but that isn’t how things work, is it? There are so many things we still don’t know about each other and whenever I ask a question, you intentionally divert them.”

“Renee…” He called out again, taking a step toward me, but I took another step back.

Feeling anger wash through me, I blurted out harshly, “Fuck! I’ve been trying to live in the moment, but I just can’t. I don’t even know how old you are, Robert Clarke. I don’t know who you are!”

Tightening the thin robe around my body, I stared straight at him, breathing heavily and gauging his reaction.

He had a pained look, his eyes screaming fear. Something told me I would not like whatever he had to say, and even with the chills increasing, I still wanted to know more, darn it!

“You want to know how old I fucking am?” He asked softly, and I nodded.

“I’m 43 years old, Renee.” He chimed in all too quickly, a mocking smirk on his face as he splayed out his hands and repeated the bombshell he’d just dropped. “I’m 43 years old, okay?”

“No way!” I mumbled, staggering as I stared at this mysterious man, refusing to believe I’d fucked a man twice my age.

What the? “I don’t understand. You’re 43?” I asked, and he simply nodded. “But you don’t look it, Robert. You look 35 or….”

“Yes, I look young, but I’ve told you my truth, Renee. I’m 43. Is there any other thing you’d like to know?”

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“You’re shocked. I can see that. You don’t need to tell me your age though cause I already know. I’m twice your age, and I know that full well. I’ve already done some background checks on you and….”

“You did what?” I asked, staggering yet again in shock and he exhaled loudly.

The yacht tumbled, the harsh breeze billowing through, intensifying the situation and I clutched at my thin robe as I tried to understand everything.

‘I was sleeping with a man twice my age. Someone who could birth me without blinking twice and…? How would I tell Nicole this? How would she react when I told her I was fucking an older man? A sugar daddy?’ I wondered, and at the thought, I burst into full-blown undiluted laughter while Robert watched.

Oh, I was going to go crazy. Mad crazy. And he’d done some background checks on me? Wow, just wow.

Just what did he know about me? He must know about my pitiful background and that I was a struggling graduate without a good job and no savings to her name. Maybe he knew about my heartbreak and had pounced on me knowing that.

I mean, I was an easy target. I was nursing a heartbreak. What better opportunity for him? So much for thinking with my pussy and following a sex god to bed without any proper introduction.

Serves me right!

Suddenly I felt shamefaced. My cheeks reddened from embarrassment, but while I stared at Robert-at my seemingly hot Daddy, he didn’t look like he was ashamed of me.

“Renee, are you okay?” He questioned and snorting, I asked rather crudely, “Just what more are you hiding from me? I know you’re rich, and you might have the world at your feet, but then….”

“Renee!” He called out, chuckling at whatever funny thing I’d said, but I didn’t pay him any mind.

Just a moment ago, I had a smile on my face, reminiscing about our memories together and enjoying the cool night air, but now… I felt a bubbling anger and unprecedented fury within me.

Crossing my elbows, I asked, “What more do you know about me? Oblige me. I’m listening. Tell me, what do you know about me? Also, that night you stalked me, was that the first day you saw me? Or this is some kind of joke, and not real and… Just freaking talk to me!”