Dirty Sexy Daddy by S.E. Law

5

James


The doorbell to my penthouse rings, and I quickly check my appearance in the mirror like this is a first date. Good, the black strands are in place and my blue shirt is taut across my shoulders. Heart racing, I open the door and am immediately greeted by Simona’s curvy figure which makes my mouth go dry. She’s wearing tight, ripped jeans and a white blouse that shows off several tantalizing inches of cleavage. Her hair is up in a bun with a few curls wisping around her chin, and without thinking, I reach out to tuck a lock behind her ear. Holy cow, when did I become so romantic?

“Hi,” she giggles, leaning in to hug me. “How are you?” Her body is soft against mine, and I inhale her sweet smell until she steps back.

“I’m good,” is my reply. “A week is far too long without you, sweetheart.” Then, I step to the side so she can come in, and close the door behind her.

“Oh really?” She glances at me over her shoulder, her plump, pink lips lifting in a coquettish smile. “I think so too.”

My grin is slow and knowing. “Have you been thinking about me?”

She blushes faintly and nods. “I’m not used to my clients taking up so much real estate in my brain, but I guess there’s a first time for everything!” she giggles.

My body stiffens from just those words. God, I want to have her now and it’s insane. Does she know how close I am to bending her over my knee? Or does she want me just as much, and is this her way of pushing me to my breaking point? I can’t be sure either way, but Simona has my full attention as she sashays into my living room.

“Your penthouse is beautiful,” she gushes, looking around with awe at the glass windows that open onto an expansive terrace. “I can’t believe you actually live here.”

“Why? Don’t you think it suits me?”

She laughs and rolls her eyes playfully. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Then what do you mean?” I move to press a tender kiss to the side of her neck and she shivers deliciously. “Just heap your compliments on me.”

She looks up at the double height ceilings, and my stark, minimalist décor. I don’t have a lot of furniture—why would I? I’ve only been back home for a couple of weeks, but what I do have is arranged so that it looks elegant and tasteful. My space is Scandinavian in design, with bright white walls and neutral accents. Floor to ceiling windows add a lot of natural light to each room, and at night, I can watch the streets of New York light up like a Christmas tree.

“You’re like a prince presiding over his castle,” she giggles while I kiss her again. “This is your territory and we are your subjects.”

I grin at the remark and wrap my arms around the curvy girl from behind, losing myself in her scent. She smells sweet and floral with just a hint of spice, and it drives my senses insane. Her skin is warm and velvety, and she giggles as I trail my tongue down one side of her neck.

I’m not used to showering women with affection, to be honest. I’m not a cold guy either, but at the same time, I’m not Mr. Lovey-Dovey. But judging by my reaction to Simona, she’s already worked a sea change in my demeanor.

I nuzzle her neck and say, “Well, if this is my kingdom then that would make you my princess, wouldn’t it?”

The beautiful woman snorts and pulls away from me. “I’m about as princess-y as an elephant wearing ballet slippers.”

I detect an undertone of sorrow in her tone, but when she turns to me, her expression is light and teasing. I blink, confused. Was that moment of darkness just my imagination?

“Why don’t you give me the grand tour?” she suggests quickly. “You’ve got me all to yourself for the next few months, and if I’m going to be spending time here, I should see what my kingdom looks like.”

“Fair enough.” I take her hand and tug her into the chef’s kitchen, which is all white cabinets, stainless-steel appliances, and a huge butcher’s block in the center. “I used to employ a chef before I went abroad,” I muse. “But when I came back, I decided to learn to cook. So now, I prepare meals for myself.”

“Oh yeah?” Her bright brown eyes flash with interest. “What’s your specialty?”

“I can make a mean curry,” I say. “Do you like spicy foods?”

“Yes!” Simona laughs. “I live for spice, in fact.”

“Well, we’ll have to see about that, won’t we?” I kiss the back of her hand and lead her out into the living room again, and then down the hall. There’s a room on the right and Simona gasps again at the decadence. Inside is a pool table, a ping pong table, a few large Barcaloungers, as well as a mini-bar with a dartboard. But then, the sweet girl’s eye is caught by a bookcase packed to the rafters with board games, making her gasp. “I haven’t seen Gonnect in years!”

I chuckle. “That used to be one of my favorites. Are you any good?”

She shakes her head, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “My parents liked to play it when it first came out, but in general, I suck at strategy. I’m not smart enough to think several moves ahead.”

I frown. “Don’t say that,” I say. “You’re gorgeous, brilliant and talented, sweetheart. You are an artist after all.”

She glances at me, her cheeks reddening further. “I guess I’m okay at Connect Four.”

I grin at her. “Well, you’ll have to show me your skills some time.”

She gives me a shy smile and takes my hand again. “It’s a deal.”

Then, I lead her further down the hallway, flinging open doors to show her my guest rooms until we get to the final door on the right hand side.

“This is the master suite, honey,” I growl. “You’ll put your stuff in here, and live here with me. You do have luggage, don’t you?”

She laughs lightly, taking in the huge king-size bed and dark wood armoire.

“I do, but it’s still downstairs,” she said breathlessly. “The concierge said he’d arrange to have it sent up.”

“Perfect,” I nod, striding over to the en suite. “If you forgot anything, it’s fine. I’ll give you a credit card so that you can buy anything you need. But in the meantime, feel free to enjoy this,” I say, indicating a blonde wood room tucked in back with glass enclosed walls.

Simona’s eyes go wide with delight and surprise.

“A private sauna!” she gasps.

I grin. “Yep, this is my favorite part of the apartment. The spruce is from Norway, and I have a special device that controls both the temperature and steam.” For a moment, I imagine the two of us sitting inside, Simona with only a flimsy towel over her lush curves. Then, I pull away the fabric, revealing her pinkness, and … oh shit. A vision like that is more than enough to get me excited, and I run a hand through my hair, trying to calm down.

“Come on,” I say in a somewhat shaky voice. “I have one more room to show you, sweetheart. But I want you to brace yourself because this isn’t how billionaires usually roll.”

She grins cheekily.

“You mean they don’t usually have private saunas in their apartments?” she teases

I let out an amused laugh.

“No, they do, but this addition is definitely personalized, shall we say.”

The final room is at the end of the corridor. The door looks like all the others, but then I pull a key out of my pocket to unlock the latch and push the wooden slab open. Simona gasps as she peers inside, her eyes going wide.

“What is this?” she breathes. “Oh my God!”

I know what it looks like. Sometimes, I enjoy dabbling in BDSM and I like to have my personal equipment available 24/7, should things turn naughty. As a result, there’s a St. Andrew’s Cross against one wall, as well as a selection of restraints, whips and cuffs laid out on a table by the door. There’s a stockade, as well as a large hook embedded in the ceiling, and a wooden saddle for women who like to ride.

“I guess you can tell that I’m not a prince,” I say in a low voice. “I’m more of a dungeon master.”

She’s still staring with shock at the equipment. But then, the pretty girl turns to me and to my satisfaction, there’s hunger in her eyes.

“You’re a dark prince,” she murmurs. “Of the best kind, James. But you’re right - I wouldn’t have guessed that you had this. It looks like just another guest bedroom from the outside.”

“That’s the point, princess,” I chuckle, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “I wouldn’t want people to know what’s inside, so the room’s camouflaged to blend into the rest of the apartment, and kept locked too.”

A little shiver runs through her body at my touch. “That makes sense,” she whispers. Our eyes meet, and the heat sizzles between us.

“Simona,” I whisper, stepping closer. “I like my women filthy, and I meant it when I said filthy. What we did during our first meeting only skims the surface. I like things rancid and depraved, and I understand if you’re not up for it. Not everyone is, and if this is too much, now’s the time to let me know.”

She bites her lip and looks down for a moment. My heart starts to sink, but then she looks me in the eye and speaks. “I’m not afraid, James. Don’t worry about that. In fact, just the opposite,” she says with a small smile. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to find someone who’s just as filthy as me.” Then, the beautiful brunette places her hand in mine. “I can’t wait to get started, big boy,” she breathes.

With that, my mind veers off in a million directions as excitement courses through my veins. Shit. This woman really is right for me, and as I pull her against my chest hungrily, a low growl sounds in my throat. This is going to be the most satisfying three months of my life, and now, New York isn’t looking so bad anymore.