Chapter 29

**Alyssia** 

When watching Zac, I mean Daddy, move about the kitchen I couldn’t help but admire him from my spot at the kitchen island. Having been told to sit there while he worked gave me the perfect view of him and his 6 foot 2 frame body. 

His low hugging jeans doing amazing things to me as my blue eyes continued to drink him all in. My eyes noticing the way his muscles moved when he would either move or reach for something seemed to make my pussy tingle with need. 

*Gods, he’s perfect. And to think he’s all mine too,* I think, the thought making me pause. *Is he though? Mine? Like I am to him?* 

With new things to now stop and think about I almost fail to see it when Zac slowly moves to approach me with a plate of warm hot spaghetti. 

“Here you go. A nice plate of spaghetti for my wonderful Princess” smiles Zac as he moves to hand me a fork once the plate was set down in front of me. My hand tentatively taking the fork from his hand as Zac moves to grab his own plate before joining me at the island. Both of us silently eating the food that was prepared by Zac only moments before. 

My mind now elsewhere as I continued to chew my food. Zac’s eyes watching me every now and then as we ate. The silence nice opposed to any awkwardness that we might have created prior to it. 

“Alyssia” calls Zac suddenly, his voice now pulling me away from my thoughts as he spoke. 

“Y... Yes, Daddy?” I reply, a little confused suddenly. A part of me wondering if he was changing his mind about me and the baby because, who wouldn’t. I was only 21 and barely out of college. I also had no job as of recently all thanks to Brian and his group of friends when they decided on showing up at my last job. And of course, parents who made it their sole mission to hate me. 

Then, as if to make matters worse, my parents had the nerve to give me away to Mr. Lane, Lyra’s father. A man who was old enough to be my own father and while he still looked good for his age, I on the other hand only had eyes for Zac and Zac alone. 

Remaining silent, I move to think only to myself. I wonder what he’ll think of me once I manage to tell him about my parents and what they managed to do to me? Will he still want me then? I wonder, a piece of me not wanting to tell him but knew that I had to eventually at some point before it suddenly came back and bit me on the ass and ruin the one good thing, I had going for myself. 

“Alyssia?” 

Blinking, I completely forget that Zac’s been trying to gain my attention, my cheeks now flushed pink with embarrassment. My eyes now locking with his once more before finally replying to him. 

“Yes?” 

“I said, would you like to stay the weekend with me? It’s Friday and neither of us have classes until Monday, so why not enjoy the presence of good company then being together?” offers Zac with a smile. 

My mind now blank as I try to process what it was that he had just said to me. My mouth now gaping like a fish as I slowly put the pieces together once I realized what it was, he was asking me to do. 

“But... I don’t have clothes with me” I say, hoping he would understand my reasoning behind staying the night. 

“Who says anything about needing clothes?” asks Zac playfully. 

“Me. I mean, wouldn’t we be leaving the apartment?” I quickly counter, a part of me now curious about his response which only made me excited as well. 

“No. We wouldn’t. We’d be locked up here all weekend long, especially for what I have plan for you, sweet girl. And if we need food then we can either cook or do take out, but leaving isn’t an option” explains Zac, his eyes now shining with mischief. 

“What kind of things?” I ask quickly, curious as to what he had in mind for us. 

“The kind of things that leave me worshipping that sweet little body of yours. The kind of things that have me fucking you all weekend long until you finally realize that I want you and only you for the rest of my life.” 

Shivering at the thought of him fucking me all weekend long does my body hum in delight. A part of me wondering how many times we would fuck. Or the fact that I’d be completely naked before him all weekend long which only made my pussy throb harder. 

Nodding my head in agreement, my words lost to me, I carefully watch as Zac moves to approach me, his body slowly closing the gap between us as his hand moves to cup my chin. His thumb and forefinger gently tilting my face up to greet his. Our eyes now locked on each other's. 

“So... which will it be sweet girl? Will you stay?” asks Zac, his eyes still searching mine. My throat now suddenly dry as I instantly clench my legs together. 

“Yes...” I breathe out softly, my voice slowly returning to me as I do. 

“Yes what?” teases Zac, a smirk now resting against his sexy lips. 

“Yes Daddy... I want to stay, here, with you.” 

Growling softly at my words and how well I submitted to him and only him does Zac move to kiss me. A gasp rising as he takes that time to explore my mouth, my arms moving to wrap themselves around his neck as he moves to lift me from my chair. 

My legs instantly moving to wrap themselves around his hips as he moves to carry us over towards the couch. Our plates now forgotten as he moves to have me straddle his lap. Our lips never breaking contact until air becomes an issue in which causes us to pull away. 

“Gods... You have no idea just how much I want you, Alyssia. How much I crave you. To hold you. To kiss you. To fuck you until you can’t walk. These are things I never thought I’d crave or feel until I finally met you. And you being submissive is only icing on the cake” explains Zac as he moves to push my body down and along his bulging cock. 

A gasp rising at just how hard he was for me already. 

“Feel that, Princess? That... That’s all for you and only you. Nobody else gets to have this except for you. You own me just as much as I own you. You and this baby are now mine to love and protect for all eternity.” 

Lost for words, I can only take what he says and lock them deep within my heart, a part of me knowing that he wouldn’t be someone who would lie to me. Our bond strong as the day we met at the bar. 

“Oh Gods” I groan, my hips now gently grinding against his lap as I try to create a sweet friction between us. My pussy wanting his cock with a passion. 

“Easy sweet girl. We have all night long to play and trust me when I finally do fuck you, I’ll make sure it’s the best fucking ever.” 

Whimpering at his words, we move to kiss again, this time both of us hungry for the other as Zac moves to grip my hips. His fingers digging against my skin as I welcome the touch, butterflies filling my stomach at being claimed by him. 

*Please, Please God. Don’t let this be a dream. Please allow me this one chance at complete and utter happiness,* I silently beg within my mind, a part of me still scared that this will all be a dream and I’ll soon wake up alone within my college dorm room with only the fleeting memories of our heated sexcapade. 

“Daddy...” I whimper against his lips, Zac’s mouth now moving to trail wet hot kisses along my jaw and neck. His mouth peppering my skin with kisses along my heated skin. 

“Yes Princess?” whispers Zac in between kisses. 

“Please... Mark me. I want you too” 

Groaning at my simple request does Zac move to bite down upon my neck. His mouth vigorously sucking at the skin as he carefully works on marking every piece of my body starting with the neck. 

Moaning loudly, I move to tilt my head back further, allowing him better access as one of his hands move to fist a hand full of my fiery red hair. The grip firm but not hard enough to hurt me as he continues to mark and claim every inch of my body.