Daddy’s Little Pet

ROBERT

I peeled the leather jacket off my body and gently draped it on Renee’s shivering shoulders as we strolled to the stretching marina.

“Thank you so much.” She muttered, and I hummed in response.

“So many boats….” She began.

From my line of vision, I could see her eyes glinting as she asked once more, “Are we having our date at an exquisite restaurant on a yacht?” She queried glancing at me, and I just chuckled.

“I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, baby girl. Just be quiet and follow me.” I mumbled.

“What if I don’t keep quiet? I have a lot of questions, you know?”

“You might as well fuck yourself tonight since you don’t want to shut up. I know your legs are still quivering from my touch, and if you want me to remedy that, then you have to do as I say, darling.”

She shot me a pained glance, but before she could say anything, I pulled her up to the dock, where my sizeable Ivorian-style yacht lay.

The wind was billowing intensely now and I cuddled Renee tightly, rubbing her arms softly so she didn’t feel the cold. Then I began to lead her to the boat.

“Where are we going too, Robert?” She asked, looking at me with a confused expression on her face.

“How often do I need to say we have a yacht to cruise?”

“Don’t tell me that we’re-”

“Whatever you think it is, Renee, that’s what it is.” I cut her off before she could speak further and stopped us on the empty dock. Then slowly, I leaned down and dropped a chaste kiss on her plump upturned lips.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Mr. Clarke.” A voice cut through, and I looked up to see my yacht manager and purser walking toward me. The elderly man still bounced on his feet rapidly, his legs strong and I smiled slowly.

“Mr. George.” I called out, a grin on my face as we shook hands.

“Mr. Clarke! Welcome. I was a bit surprised when I received your request, but everything is ready, and you’re good to go.”

“Thank you so much.” I said genuinely. Turning to Renee, I introduced them.

“Renee, this is Mr. George. Mr. George, my girlfriend, Renee.”

Renee instinctively shivered when I mentioned the word ‘girlfriend.’ She gave me a questioning look before facing Mr. George and shaking his hand as they exchanged pleasantries.

“Call me Renee, please.” She told him when he tried to call her Miss.

“How’s the yacht shaping up?” I interjected quickly, briefly disrupting their conversation.

“She’s shaping up fine and ready to rock and roll. Everything you need is there, and all your orders have been carried out.”

“Thank you so much.” I said appreciatively again, and glancing at Renee, I asked, “Let’s be underway, shall we?”

“Are we riding on this boat tonight?” She asked, her eyes lighting up in curiosity as she gripped the jacket around her tightly.

I shot her a wicked grin in reply to her question, and she gasped, getting the answer to her question.

“A quick tour, right?” I asked.

“Yes, please.” She said so softly I didn’t hear her at first.

Taking a few steps away from the dock, we finally stepped onto the slow-swinging yacht, and I led her onto the boat.

“What’s the name?” She asked.

“The name?”

“Yes, the boat’s name. Or don’t you know it? Who owns the boat? Did you ask a friend for a favor? You made a reservation, right”

She referenced my conversation earlier, and I couldn’t help but laugh at what she said.

Made a reservation? Called a friend to rent the boat? Oh, she had no idea. I gently stroked her hair, splaying out my hands widely and then I informed her of the situation quite bluntly.

“I own this boat, Renee.”

“What?” She gasped, looking at me with disbelief and I sighed.

I remembered that she had no idea who I was or the kind of power I wielded over this particular city or country rather.

“I own this boat, Renee.” I emphasized again. “It was built by my company, and you asked about a name, and I realized I haven’t given it one.”

“Your boat, built by your company?” She asked, finishing with a whisper. “Just who are you, Mr Clarke?”

“You don’t want to know, baby girl.” I responded to her light slur, and she covered her mouth in embarrassment, seeming to know I’d heard her last words.

“I… You…”

“I could name the boat Renee. What do you think?” I asked, dragging her into the intricately furnished cabin.

“You can’t possibly mean that.”

“Unfortunately, I do mean it. This is the first time I’m personally taking this yacht on a spin since I built it. You’re the first girl I’m bringing here and my first companion.”

“First girl? Hmmm, you sure must have lots of fleets, then. You’ve probably taken many women on boat rides. Must be nice.”

I chuckled, noting the jealousy in her voice, but I didn’t satisfy her underlying curiosity. Instead, I diverted the topic.

“This is the cabin and the main saloon….” I began, explaining the yacht’s interior, dragging her further inside.

After some minutes, I came to a standstill in front of a mini corridor lined with similar large doors, and I smirked instantly.

“What do you think this place is?”

“I don’t know. It kind of looks like a hotel hallway and….” She laughed softly, but as she finished her statement and paused, I felt her tremble slightly in my hold.

The grin on my face widened.

Taking a step forward, I pushed one of the doors open, and she muttered, “Oh, the bedroom. Bedrooms… The doors all lead to separate rooms right?”

She was trying her best not to sound affected, but I could hear the hitch in her voice as her eyes roamed the lush bedroom, her narrowed gaze stopping on the king-sized bed in the middle.

The lights were lit up and the sheets on the bed were dark linens draped across each other.

I could imagine the illicit scenes going on in her head, and that prompted my next move.

I gently removed my jacket from her body and teased, “I’m sure you’re a tad bit warm now, so I’ll just take my coat back.”

I tilted my face forward, leaning slowly. I kissed the base of her naked throat while a whimper escaped her lips.

My hands went to her hair instinctively. I tangled her strawberry-blonde hair softly and whispered in her ears, “Maybe we should christen this bed before leaving. What do you think?”

“Rob…” She moaned, quivering under her heels as I dropped soft kisses along her neck.

“Rob… Someone might see and…”

I straightened, dragging my lips away from her scented luxurious, intoxicating flesh.

“Might see us doing what?” I mocked, “For your information, we’re all alone here, safe for Mr. George and the chef serving us dinner tonight. He’ll be leaving once he’s done, though.” I finished and then dragged her by the wrists, leading her away.

“Where are we going to again?” She asked, and smiling, I said, “To have some dinner.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah. And after dinner….” I paused, clearing my throat as we walked around the back of the unmoving yacht, “I might eat you, and then when I’m done, we’ll depart.”

I spared her a glance, and the yellow lights shining through did me a favor showing her red flushed skin.

“Oh, Rob… You’re a mystery.”

“Yes, sweetheart, I am.” I agreed, dragging her to where a romantic dinner table for two was set.

Yet another surprise for my beautiful, gorgeous girl.