My daddy's Master

Chapter thirteen

~Sir~

I was so anxious to see him. To see her. To see them together. God I'm so scared. Why did I agree on this dinner thing again?

Can you think when you are drunk on orgasms?  The little voice in my hard asked. I rolled my eyes and continued staring at the front door.

I head his car park. Breathing became hard. The cold swear on my skin felt scorching hot.

I got up to investigate his arrival. He was... alone. Why is he alone? Where is Vivian? Fuck.

As soon as the front door opened  I attacked him with questions. He just shook his head and went to the small bar and poured himself some whiskey.

"Answer me, Duncan. Where is she? What happened when you got there?" He downed the first glass in one go and poured himself a second glass.

"Stop drinking and answer my fucking questions, Duncan,"I banged my fist on the table. He ignored me.

He took a deep breath and finally graced me with his beautiful eyes. I sensed danger from just that one look. "Come here,"he simply said.

I slowly made my way to him but put a little distance between us."Closer," he rasped. I did as I was told. Fuck. Why did I bang my fist on the table.

I'm so not going to enjoy what's coming my way. At all. His hand made its way to my throat. Not choking me though. I took a deep breath and looked him straight into his eyes.

"What happened," I whispered. Instead of answering me,his soft but firm lips touched mine in a gentle kiss. Okay...I didn't expect that.

The hand on my throat tightened with every soft kiss. I couldn't breathe anymore. I stopped kissing him back ass a sign of my suffocation.

He pulled back and stared at me. His menacing eyes told me everything I needed to know. He fucked up. Not just that. He fucked up bad. Really bad.

His hand loosened. I thanked God for the gift of air and continued staring at my boyfriend. "She was crying ,Sir. And I didn't know what to do. And then she kissed me and...I pushed her away," he said.

"Why was she crying,"I rasped. He didn't answer me." Why was she crying, Duncan,"I screamed. "Don't fucking talk to me like that," he screamed back.

I scanned the room for my keys. I need to fix this before we lost the best thing that has ever happened to us. He threw his keys at the bar table.

I took them and bid him good bye with a glare. The drive to Vivian's place felt longer than normal. My racing heart wouldn't allow me to calm down.

Her apartment door was wide open. When I entered, everything was still in place. I made my way to her room. She was on the ground. Silent tears tracking down to her ears.

I've never witnessed something as heartbreaking as that. I slowly made my way to her. She didn't open her eyes.

"Whoever you are, go ahead and rape me. While at it,kill me aswell. I got nothing to lose," she said. I felt my own tears tracking down my cheeks.

I got on my knees and picked her up. She didn't struggle. "Sir?" She asked. I didn't answer her. She borrowed her face into my chest and let the sobs wrack her body.

"I'm sorry Vivian. I should have never let him come here. I didn't know he was going to hurt you," I whispered. She shook her head. " It's not his fault," she rasped.

"I lost my job. By next week I'll be a homeless orphan and...and I don't have anything to wear to dinner," she exclaimed. Fucking Duncan.

"He didn't hurt you physically?" I asked. She shook her head. I took  deep breaths and let her cry it all out. God knows how much she has been bottling up.

That job was really important to her. Duncan really fucked up this time. The next time he's drunk enough to let me be in control,I'm gonna make sure he doesn't sit down for a week.

I sat down with her on my lap. She felt calmer. More collected. When she tried getting up,I swatted her  naked ass . She yalped.

"I'm sorry,"she said. "I didn't believe it when people said that pretty boys came with baggage," she said. Inviting an awkward giggle in her tone.

I put both my hands on her hips and held on. She really was beautiful. Regardless of the puffy eyes and red nose. I chuckled.

"You can move in with me," I said. She froze. Fuck my big mouth. "I mean,you can live with me until you get another job," I corrected. Or tried.

Her big eyes were on me. "I can't do that,Sir," she sighed. "You have a fucking boyfriend. And I shouldn't be sitting on your lap or allowing you to comfort me. All this is inappropriate."

I took another deep break and borrowed my face into her neck. She smelled amazing. A contented sigh escaped her beautiful lips. A contradiction to what she just said.

That made me smile. Like the busturd that I am,I kissed her neck. I like that she's so damn responsive and soft. My sweet Vivian.