Daddy Dominant's Good Girl

Chapter 10 : I Didn't Know it Could Feel like This

He stood there staring at me, eyes narrowed. I could smell a faint scent of alcohol. It wasn’t too strong, and mixed with his cologne, it was actually…intoxicating.

“Mr. Peterson?” I gently called him.

But he didn’t answer, and shoved me away.

“Mr. Peterson!”

I stood by the door, and was stunned watching him find his way directly to my bed and collapsed on it.

My eyes widened. Now what?

Then I realized that I was in my pajamas. It was a lavender button down silk top, and a pair of matching silk bottoms with my initials hand-stitched into them–a gift from Bethany.

I didn’t want him to see me in my eveningwear, nor did I want him inebriated in my bed.

He could have chosen to sit or lay anywhere. The Peterson vacation home had so many rooms, yet he chose mine to take over and claim.

My guest room wasn’t too far away from his. Did he think this was his room, somehow? Well, I meant, technically, every room in this mansion was his…

I figured I should call for some help to move him back to his room. Putting on a long sweatshirt, I walked down to the family room area where I saw a maid running past me. “Excuse me…”

She was in a hurry, and she apologized, “Sorry Miss Richardson, is this urgent? If not, may I get back to you? I need to finish something within the next hour.”

“Of…course.” I smiled, because I figured moving their drunk master out of my room couldn’t really be counted as an emergency. Well, I guess I was stuck with Carl’s father in my bed for the time being.

I returned back to my room, hoping Ellis had magically disappeared, but reality often disappointed people.

I sat on the lounge chair in the room, one hand under my chin, trying to comprehend the situation. Hopefully, someone would come to help him back to his room soon, and he wouldn’t remember that he had come here tonight.

Since I really had nothing to do, I decided to go back to my reading while waiting for help.

After about ten minutes, however, I had to put down my book. My face was bright red. I really should not have read about the couple making love in the story while there was a man laying on my bed….

I caught a glimpse of Ellis. His eyes were tightly closed. I realized that I’d never paid close attention to his facial features, because my attention was always focused on his eyes when talking to him in the past.

Although he was Carl’s father, he looked young, like someone in his late twenties. Had I not known him, he could probably have passed for Carl’s older brother.

His dark hair hung loose over his forehead. His eyebrows were clean-shaped and his nose was straight and tall. My gaze traced down his tightly pressed lips and his well-defined jawline—he was an attractive man by all means.

“Must you make my life difficult?” I complained and sighed, before I heard him groan.

Ellis tossed and turned. He tried to sit up, but then fell back against my pillows with his forearm over his closed eyes and his other arm resting over his stomach.

I had no experience helping drunk people. What was I supposed to do now?

Ellis moaned and grabbed a pillow from behind his head which he shoved over his face in agony.

I battled internally… should I help him or not? Even if I did, what could I do?

As if he could hear my internal struggle, he mumbled, “Water….”

I sighed. Remembering that he did save me when I fell into the pool, I decided to do my one good deed for the day.

I got some lukewarm water from the sink and found him still on the bed with the pillow over his face.

Removing the pillow that covered him, I gently called, “Mr. Peterson?”

He didn’t answer, still groaning. Obviously, he wasn’t awake enough to hear me.

I muttered to myself, “Well maybe if you didn’t drink so much then you wouldn’t be hurting so badly.”

However, watching the crease between his brow deepen, I sighed and put down the water on the nightstand.

“Mr. Peterson, the water is here.” I pushed him gently.

Finally, he grumbled and hoisted himself up with a groan. I shifted and kneeled on the duvet, cradling his head and bringing the warm water to his lips.

He parted them and took small sips, moaning in bliss at the warmth that settled in his chest and stomach from the drink.

“Drink some more, it may help.” I tried to persuade him.

He seemed to have heard me, so he took the cup from my hands and downed the rest of the water. After a moment, he seemed to have some relief from the pain, and I saw his eyes flash open.

His gaze was confused for a moment, but soon he pulled up a smile. I knew he recognized who I was. “Olivia…” he whispered.

My heart raced as his expression seemed to alter into something I recognized when I had first met him. I swallowed hard as my heart felt like it was in my throat.

His gaze dropped to my lips, as he reached up to run his fingers along my arm. He gently caressed my arm, running the backs of his fingernails up and causing me goosebumps to appear in their wake.

A tremble ran through me as his fingers traced along my shoulder and along my neck, he softly ran his fingers back down my arm to wrap them around my wrist.

A corner of his lips curling up into a lascivious smirk. He suddenly rolled me onto my back and pinned me with my hands above my head.

I gasped and arched my back beneath him, feeling his knee slide between my thighs to pin me in place.

He gathered both of my wrists into his one hand and ran his other hand along the hem of my silk shorts..

I swallowed hard and lowered my lashes, gasping as I felt his fingers along my sensitive skin. His touch was invigorating. I gasped in shock and my heart raced, unable to say anything because I was too overwhelmed by him.

Ellis intertwined his fingers with mine and suddenly captured my lips with his in a heated kiss. My breath caught in my chest, and I whined, nervous to resist him.

His lips brushed against mine and he ran his teeth along my bottom lip, tugging on it with a growl.

A moan escaped my lips that I hadn’t meant to let past them. My heart was about to jump out from my chest as he captured my tongue and sucked on it.

Another mewl passed my lips, as he swept his tongue along mine while his lips brushed against mine in a passionate kiss that left me dizzy.

Ellis’s hips rolled against mine, while he gripped my hands in his. He traced my bottom lip with his tongue and flicked the top one, making me part my lips for him. He smirked with a dark chuckle and bit my bottom lip, raking his teeth along it and letting it go before capturing my lips again.

I gripped his hands, becoming even more dizzy from the way he was kissing me and making all of my thoughts melt away. As his lips were brushed against mine, and I realized that Ellis took over my body in ways that I had never felt before.

I knew this was wrong. I knew that I should do something to stop it, but it was all too much that I didn’t know how to politely go about it. And after years of lackluster kisses from Carl, I had no idea that a kiss could be this powerful, this euphoric, and this energizing.

My body felt like it was on fire, as he trailed kisses down my neck: licking, sucking, and nibbling on my pulse point and making me turn my head for more.

My n*****s hardened against the silk fabric of my thin button down, making me more aware of the soft material against my skin. My hips began to roll against his, causing him to groan as I felt his hardened length flex between his thighs.

He pinned me against the bed harder, biting my shoulder before capturing my lips again. I whimpered against his hungry mouth, and he pulled away after one last brush of his lips on mine.

A hum vibrated in his chest as he kissed along my jawline and to my ear. He raked his teeth along my earlobe and tugged on it before whispering, “Mmm… can you do me a favor?”

“Hm?” I couldn’t put words coherently together with my head spinning like it was.

Ellis let my wrists go and sat back on his heels, grabbing the neckline of my dainty silk blouse and began unbuttoning it. He stopped after the first button and commanded, “Break up with Carl.”