Mr. Ace

I don’t know what happened since I met her at the club. I was actually in a very bad mood and guess what I was one of her fans! Secret fan. I used to read all of her novels one after another. I do have a shelf in my home library for her novels. I also wanted to tell her someday that most of what she was writing about doms and BDSM is wrong.

And to be honest, I had a crush on her already. Yes, it was strong and insane to have a crush on someone I didn’t meet before. But I guess readers always fall in love by way or another with the writer. And I was like so engraved in her writings. Especially from her blogs, when she used to talk about herself or how she feels so lonely or when she was talking about how she was so puzzled with a character in her novel.

I didn’t think I might meet her by coincidence. But when that happened. I felt like I wanted her to be mine. Yes, she looked so aggressive and rude. She wasn’t the character who looked like a sub. And I didn’t want her to be my sub too. I wanted her to be my girlfriend but to be mine. Totally mine—. to be my baby girl. I wasn’t that kind of person who is rough and bloody hell in sex. I was the kind of carrying daddy but possessive one.

I wasn’t too possessive before because I didn’t fall in love with any of the other women, and I was a successful businessman who reached the top of the political ladder at a young age. So I cared about my reputation as well. I wasn’t that horny man who could drool over a woman.

Until I met her in person by the incident. I felt strange feelings. I wanted to flip her to my shoulder and take her to my house. But I suppressed myself. I didn’t want to make a wrong move.

Until I saw her leaving with that guy! Holy dammit! Couldn’t bear any more. I don’t know why I stalked her. But my instinct was right.

I felt something fishy when that guy parked his car in a dark place. And once I spotted him, I heard her screaming and asking for help. O felt as she was my wife and he was raping her.

Honestly, the blood rushed in my brain and all the bad thoughts came into my mind. I wanted to kill him.

I pulled him out of the car and started beating the hell out of him, even his blood didn’t stop me. Even my guards tried to stop me. But I didn’t care about anything back then.

Until I saw her shivering! God dammit! I covered her body with my jacket immediately. I felt how possessive I could be when our eyes met in close distance. When I saw her adjusting her clothes. I felt jealous because he touched her body. I even wanted to slap her face for putting herself in danger.

But she wasn’t mine! That's why I didn’t do any of this.

Until she called me—

Her sexy voice and when she called me by mistake daddy, that's when I really couldn’t fake my feelings anymore. I just let myself talk as if she was really mine.

But what she didn’t know about it, that I was still out in my car in front of her house. Yes, I didn't know why. But I guess it was fate.

“put your finger in your pussy, baby girl—,” I commanded her.

She softly said almost breathlessly “daddy, I mean— please stop.”

And her tone was saying that she wants more. And the bulge in my pants said I want more.

“open the door for daddy, now,” I commanded her. She gasped “what?”

I rang the doorbell and she opened it, she widened her eyes and put down the phone from her hand “what! You are still here?”

I pushed her inside gently and shut the door behind me. I didn’t smirk or smile. My facial expressions were dangerously bold. I was so horny but only for her. I pinned her to the wall and pushed my body to her and whispered “daddy, wants his baby girl now.” and I stroke her lips gently then passionately moving my tongue playfully inside her mouth, she started to kiss me back. I pulled back and grabbed her cellphone and placed mine too on a table.

Then I carried her in bridal style to her room. I placed her on the bed and kissed her neck “do you want daddy, baby girl?”

She bit her lips and moaned “but— I’m not—” she paused.

I raised my head and glared at her “you are not, what?”

She gulped and hesitated to say it, but shyly she said “I'm not a sub and I'm not into painful stuff and you are younger than me by three years and I hate to be under the spotlight. I don’t want to be—”

I placed my hand on her lips and cut off her words then I stood up and started taking off my clothes slowly while roaming my eyes on her sexy body “you need to learn a lot of things about caring daddy. I’m not rough. I don’t do painful stuff. You can’t say I’m younger because I’m so manly and definitely age doesn’t matter in love. And—. about being under the spotlight. I don’t understand that.”

She widened her eyes and asked, “in love?”

I nodded “yes,— I don’t need a sex doll. I don’t need a slut. I need you to be my baby girl. Acute kinky girlfriend that will let me take care of everything for her.” I explained to her.

She was kind of lost and confused and my words won't explain everything in a minute she needs time to understand.

She blinked “mmmm, you are not a normal man. I don’t want anyone to know about us. Could we keep it a secret then? I mean a one night stand?” she asked politely.

But that hurt me!

I rounded my fist angrily “you are not a slut! I don’t do one-night stands! Be mine or not! Say It now.”

She gulped nervously and shrugged “I don’t know I just met you and—”

I unzipped my pants and dropped it down and freed my huge hard dick. Her eyes lowered to my dick. She almost lost the ability to say away and blushed.

I stepped closer from her while rubbing the tip of my dick “be mine ruby— be my girlfriend and you will never regret it. I promise you.”

"all mine ruby?" I raised my brow.

she bit her lips "all yours daddy!"