Chapter 28

*IRIS*

As delightful as I found Deacon's family, I wish I was in the room learning how this happened. Finding out if my life is in danger. I would imagine this has something to do with the dorm fire and the note. Those were just to get his attention, this is different. This was someone who knew Deacon always drives him. This was someone who was trying to take his life. I tried to hide my worry but was unsuccessful as I noticed Jill staring at me. "What is it?" She said looking honestly concerned. This surprised me too. I was very aware of her feelings towards Ryker. She couldn't control her disdain for me when we first met. It seems I have won her over some. "This has something to do with Ryker, doesn't it?" I smiled at her and shook my head. " I don't think so. I just have a mix of emotions going on right now. Deacon has helped me in some hard spots lately. Why isn't his lady here?" I asked to try to distract from the current path of conversation. Jill rolled her eyes. "I don't know. Ma didn't call her, and neither did I. I assume Dee will when he is up to it." I smiled. I felt like Deacon would want her here, but it wasn't my place to call her. When we headed back towards the room, Ryker came out and met me in the hall. "Hello beautiful girl, can we talk?" His eyes worried me not matching the smile on his lips. "Sure, What's up?" I said, certain I didn't want to know what he was going to say to me. "How do you feel about staying with me in the city house for a while? Just until we have all this mess sorted out?" His voice crackled when he asked which made me look straight to his eyes again. He's worried. I shook my head, yes, not even thinking of my classes and assignments. Here I am, yet again, allowing some man to spin my universe again. Following the boy and not the plan. Heading straight into the gates of hell hand and hand with this handsome prince of darkness. Well, King, I think, king of darkness. "I will contact the college and make sure you are excused in class. I will get ahold of Skinnle." He sounded like he felt guilty. He knew what I was worrying about. I smiled and nodded at him. He reached for my hand and led me back into the room with Deacon. He looked up at me and smiled. "Hey Iris, Sorry about all this." Why was he apologizing to me when he was the one in the hospital bed? I walked over and hugged him, tightly. "Don't be sorry Deac, you don't need to be. I am just glad you are okay." I said smiling, kissing him on the cheek before standing back up. I looked back at Ryker, who gave me a subtle nod letting me know that was okay.

We sat at the hospital for an hour or so before deciding to head back to his house. While in the car we talked about school, and how I was feeling about my classes. He gave me ideas for upcoming assignments and told me how great I would be as a prosecutor. "When you came to the tunnel, the way you talked to me, I felt guilt automatically. I felt like whatever happened, it was my fault." I sank back into my seat feeling bad for acting the way I did. He glanced over at me while we sat at a red light, and reached for my hand. "Hey, that's not a bad thing Iris, that directness, and confidence will come in handy when you become a lawyer. You need that." When he said it I felt a beam of light inside of me, like a burst of pride. To hear such a prominent lawyer compliment me like that made me feel justified in my decision to come to school here, but to hear Ryker, the man who I can't resist say it, was magical. "Thank you, Daddy!" I said it because I wanted him to feel something of what I was feeling and because I wanted to be his baby girl. I wanted to make sure he still saw me that way, that none of this had changed it. "Oh, sweet Iris, be careful with this older man's heart. I'm not sure how much more surprise it can take tonight." He said, chuckling, but placing his hand on the inside of my thigh, squeezing twice. I giggled too. The drive home from the hospital felt much longer. Probably because I was anticipating getting back to that house, and feeling him touch me. I could feel his need for me to fill the car, and I wanted to please him. I reached over to his leg running my hand up his thigh, and he smiled. "You are very naughty baby girl" His lips opened just enough to let the word come out. I moved my hand again closer to the hard bulge in his pants. "No! I am driving, carrying precious cargo, you can wait," he said pushing my hand back down towards his knee. I looked out the window, pouting.

When we arrived at the house, He turned and smiled at me. "Are you pouty my girl?" His words made me want to smile but I wouldn't let myself do it. He looked out the window before reaching over for my hand and putting it back on the bulge. I was frozen, not knowing what to do after the moment had passed. "You wanted it before, take it now." He said leaning back in his seat. I took a deep breath before starting to fumble with the button, taking far too long to release him. I wrapped my hand around his shaft tightly, which felt solid in my grip. When I squeezed he groaned, which made me jump. He chuckled loudly as a thought became clear on his face. "I keep forgetting how innocent you are baby girl." He reached down and placed his hand over mine. "I have done this before Daddy, just not in a car, and not this... size." He nodded and kept his hand on top of mine. He started a rhythm in our hands and closed his eyes. I wanted to go faster, knowing that most men enjoy that, knowing all too well, but he kept me at a slow pace. I decided to use my mouth so I started to lean towards him. He smiled and removed his hand leaning his seat back to give me better access. As soon as I took the tip in my mouth I felt his involuntary jolt, which encouraged me to continue. I went up and down, using my whole mouth to give him the sensations that I knew he would want. I brought my mouth to the tip and used my tongue to trace around the shape, before pushing him back into my throat. I didn't gag, which made me feel more confident as I moved. Once I felt his legs tensing I looked up at him making complete eye contact. "Oh, Iris, You little devil." He said in a moan, before releasing it into my mouth. I didn't jerk away, I drank him in enjoying being the one to cause him so much pleasure. I left my mouth on him until the jolts stopped and then sat up halfway and smiled at him sweetly. "You don't get to give me that innocent smile after that performance baby girl, let's go inside, it's my turn to perform."

Once inside, I didn't have a chance to remove my shoes before I was lifted into the air and carried to the room I had found earlier. I was breathing heavily when he looked at me and told me to take off my clothes. I started to remove them quickly while I watched him rush around the room looking for things. When he turned back to see my progress, he stared, smiling, before turning back around to his different chests and containers. "Looking for treasure?" I asked softly, worried he would scold me for talking without permission. He turned around again, smiling, and simply said, "Yes". When I was naked I felt awkward just standing there. When he walked towards me, he reached for my hand. "You are so fucking beautiful my sweet Iris." Hearing him call me his again filled my heart with something unfamiliar. "Thank you, Daddy," I said hearing a shaking in my voice. He made me feel raw, uncut, and pure. "I want you to feel me, deep, but right now I want to give you what you gave to me in the car." I looked at him absentmindedly tilting my head in confusion. "I want to give you the best orgasm of your life." He said softly into my ear. My heart skipped and my breathing stopped, I did that? "You don't know how that felt for me, Iris, to have a woman take me that way. Without asking me or me telling them to." He reached down and traced my hip bone, before picking me up and sitting me on a black leather bench-like seat. It was tall, like a bar stool, but longer. Comfortable and surprisingly warm. He placed his hand on my chest between my breasts and pushed me to my back. "Spread your legs and don't move them"