I don't trust Rosaline. The only thing I feel towards her is lust, love and an obsessive need to know everything she's doing at every second of the day. Before, Dylan brought her over I made sure that I put a camera and a microphone in every room that she calls hers. Her closet, her bedroom and even her bathroom. I don't care if you call that an invasion of privacy. There is no such thing as privacy when it comes to my Rose. Since, the cameras are in her room I know that she didn't have much sleep and the sleep she did have was full of nightmares. Since today is going to be our lounge day I'll let her sleep if she wants to. Opening her bedroom door, I head towards her closet and pull out a onsie that had me grinning, just imagining it on her. It was lemonade shade pink and in baby block font had the words DADDY'S GIRL.

I walk to the bed and as soon as I fully settle on the bed the bathroom door opens and there in a towel is my Rose. Her skin is dry but, her hair is still wet, telling me she wasn't out the shower too long but, long enough for most of her body to be dry. I look back at her hair and hold in a frown. It's long, too long as it ends just above her luscious ass. I wonder how she would feel if she knew that this Saturday I made an appointment to cut it. I shrug. No matter whether she liked it or not, it would be cut. I look up at my Rose to see her not looking at me but, in the bathroom, probably trying to find the light switch. When she does, she turns off the light in the bathroom and screams when she sees me. I give her an amused look and keep myself from giving out a chuckle. "Good-morning Rose," I say watching, her shiver as my voice reaches her. I watch as she gives me a once over her eyes darkening in a way that makes me want to bend her over and fuck her into oblivion. Instead trying to hold back a smile I feel my lip twitch. "Like what you see," I ask and she blushes. No longer able to hold back a smile it spreads across my face. I cock my finger at her and her body immedietaly starts moving. I inwardly growl at her submissiveness. She stops only an inch away from me and I wait for a moment before, ripping the towel from her body.

She squeals and I see panic flash across her face. "Relax Rose I'm just going to get you ready for lounge day," I explain. Her brows furrow, a confused look on her face. I don't explain any further and go to one of her bedside table draws and pull out a bottle of coco butter lotion before, squirting some in my hand a few specks landing on her. That seems to snap her out of her thoughts as she again squeals and covers up her parts. I hold in a sigh of irritation and I'm tempted to tie her hands to the headboard and have my way with her. Knowing that Jared and Dylan would have my head I repel the thought. "Rose, come on, it won't be that bad," I soothe. She shakes her head and takes a step back. My inner self is telling me to put her over my lap for her disobedience. Instead I again try to persuade her. "If you cooperate then I'll be done faster." She looks like she's about protest but, then I give her a dark look and she relents giving a sigh in defeat. Slowly she puts her arms down in defeat and I quickly lather her body, liking the feel of her curves. I lotion every part of her body making sure no spot is untouched. "See that wasn't hard," I whisper and I again rub over her arms and I'm surprised how soft her skin is. "So soft," I once again whisper and she blushes. I re-lather her body and see she's in her thoughts. Taking this as my chance I lean forward and watch her face as I brush a fingertip over her left nipple. She jumps and bites her lip keeping in a moan. O no, that won't do. I flick my finger over her left nipple and this time she moans. I smile taking that as a signal to continue. I circle her nipple and testing I pinch her nipple hard and she moans loudly. Music to my ears. "Looks like my girl likes a little pain," I tease and she blushes.

No longer satisfied with just touching her I lean forward and latch on to her nipple. I hear her squeal of surprise, before, she lets out a moan. I swirl my tongue around and on her nipple and she latches her hands in my hair keeping my head in place. Fighting against her I pull from her nipple and begin to snip, bite and suck all long her neck and chest leaving marks on her skin showing that she belongs to me. Feeling my cock strain against my jeans I pull back and she whines. "Looks like my baby's needy." She blushes her face already red from being flustered and aroused. I darkly chuckle and ask her to raise her arms. I put the onsie on her and was just about to button and that's when I realize she has on no panties. As much as I want her to stay like that, onsies can sometimes rub the wrong way and I don't want her to get a rash. "What about a bra," she asks distantly. "You don't need one babe," I reply. "Did I say that out loud," she asks. "Yes," I say, looking at her amused. She blushes. "I really have to stop doing that or I'll accidentally let him know something I don't want him to know, like that he's super-hot." Mmm. "Thanks babe." I hold in a laugh. "I'm sorry," she groans and buries her face full of embarrassment in her hands. I grab her wrists and pull them away not wanting her to cover her face. "Don't apologize babe. I like that you think I'm hot." I smile, my cheeks slightly reddening in small embarrassment. She catches it and giggles. I'm about to button up her onsie when I remember that she needs panties. "Now wait here and let me get you some underwear," I say sternly leaving no room for argument. She sighs and I take that as acceptance and I get up from the bed and to the closet.

Quickly, I go to the closet and get a pair of pink panties. When I get back to her, her eyes are closed and looks like she's asleep but, the irregular breathing gives her away. I then walk over to her and lightly dance my fingers over the creamy soft skin of her thigh. She whines and moves her thighs away and I leave her alone. A dark fantasy flashes to my mind and without thinking I grab her thighs and yank them apart and lower my head between her legs. I can feel her heat against my skin, smell the sweetness that is her arousal. She gasps, her eyes snap open and she props herself on her elbows. I look up at her with lust filled eyes. "I thought I told you to wait where you were," I say. Her mouth hangs open, no sound coming out. I can fix that. I lower myself until, I'm face to face with her pink pussy. Then I thrust my tongue inside her causing her to scream. I begin to lather her up enjoying her sweet taste on my tongue. She continues to cry out and soon I begin to suck. Hard. She bucks her hips and I put one hand on her hip and the other I use to pinch her clit. After a few seconds I pull away. She cries out again and I chuckle as she keeps bucking her hips wanting more. "Relax my needy Rose," I say and thrust two fingers inside her. She moans as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy. "Please, Sebastian." I freeze. What did she call me? I pull away and she groans in frustration. She looks up at me frustrated and I give her a dark look. "That's not my name," I growl. She looks at me in confusion and anger. "What do you mean," she asks. "That's not my name." It takes a few moments before, realization flashes over her face and I wait but, all the does is bite her lip. "Say it Rose," I demand. She continues to stay silent. "Say. It. Rosaline." I thrust two fingers in her and she moans. I again stop and she again groans in frustration. A few beats pass before she cries out in defeat. "Daddy." I put my fingers back in her and she cries and moans. "Daddy, please," she begs but, from the look on her face she doesn't really know what she's begging for but, I do. She rolls her hips more aggressively. "Seems like my baby's about to cum." I hold in a chuckle when she lifts her hips off the bed trying to get more friction. "Come for me Rose." I pull my fingers out almost all the way before, thrusting them back in hitting her G spot. "Daddy!" She cums and I keep pumping in and out of her as she rides the waves of her orgasm. I pull out of her and wait until, she calms down and looks at me to put my fingers in her mouth and lick off her tasty juices off my fingers. "Mmm delicious." Her face turns red and so does the rest of the body. She covers her face and curls into a ball.

I give a whole hearted laugh as I get up and get a wash cloth and wet it before, coming back still laughing. I sit on the bed and get one swipe between her legs before, she closes them with a squeal. Her squeal is extra loud causing me to jump a little and drop the wash cloth. "Rosaline stay still." My tone is stern and she sees me grabbing the wash cloth. She must realize what I'm doing because, she parts her legs. I clean her up before, throwing the wash cloth on the table. Then I grab the panties that were discarded on the bed and put them on her. When I'm done I click the single button together on the bottom of the onsie and grab her, carrying her over to my hip. She sighs. "I can walk myself," she slurs and then frowns. She must not realize how tired she was, I think. I ignore her statement and start walking to the theater room. She puts her head in the crook of her neck and it isn't until her breath steadies that I realize she's asleep. "Well," I sigh. "Looks like sleep is how we start our lounge day. Huh?"