CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MINE

pair had returned to their hotel room hours ago and now watched the sun disappear behind the Eiffel Tower. Cindy leaned against the metal railing, her small fingers wrapped around it. Duncan stood behind her, his body just inches from hers. He had one arm wrapped securely around her, his hand resting on her tummy, and his free hand was holding one of hers.

"It's so pretty here," she mumbled, trying to focus on the scenery before her but continuously finding herself distracted by his touch. He hummed in agreement, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the back of her head. He was being so gentle with her and she was loving it.

"Come on baby, lets go inside." He spoke softly, his voice soft ever since the kiss. This was a whole new side of him she had never seen but she wasn't complaining, not one bit.

Hand in hand, fingers intertwined, Duncan led Cindy back inside. After locking the balcony door, the two ended up in the suite bedroom, standing before the king sized bed. The girl had her arms by her side as the man held onto her hips, the pair just looking at one another as if the other might disappear in an instant. After weeks of hiding their true feelings for one another, it was comforting to be able to act naturally, no filter or buffer needed.

His eyes finally traveled from her flawless face down her body. He noticed that she was yet again, like so many times before, not wearing a bra. The outlines of her nipples were shown through the white material of the dress she wore.

The man shook his head, his hands slowly antagonizing moving from her hips up to her chest. Cindy's breath hitched as Duncan's hands settled right over her small chest, his thumbs rubbing over the bumps in her chest area.

"How many times has daddy told you to wear a bra?" He asked, his voice husky in his ear. The gravel in his voice made her knees weak and his continued caressing caused a whimper to leave her lips.

"I'm sorry, daddy." She told him, her hands finding his arms to steady herself. "A bra didn't go with this dress." She explainer, not wanting him to be upset with her. It was the last thing she wanted.

He hummed in response, his eyes never leaving her chest. Because of the continued contact, her nipples had become more prominent as shown by the bumps becoming more profound. "My little girl likes this." He observed, wanting nothing more than to rip her dress off and finally see her breasts. His imagination was no longer doing him justice.

Cindy's dress was held up by two straps that were tied in bow ties. All it would take was Duncan untying them for his desires to come true. "How big are you?" He asked, his fingers no longer focusing on just her nipples. Instead, his hands went under her breasts and lifted up slightly. "Tell daddy your cup size."

By now the teenager's eyes were closed and she very much so felt the damp spot beginning to form in bed cotton underwear. "C, daddy." She managed to tell him between more whimpers. His dirty words and promiscuous actions were driving her absolutely wild.

"I don't know, little one. These seem a little small to be a C. Are you lying to me?" He asked, grabbing onto her small chest a little more firmly. "Don't lie to daddy." His thumbs began to press into her nipples, causing the sensitive heads to be pushed down.

Cindy whined, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. Her eyes fluttered open and she had a small frown on her face, "I'm sorry daddy. I'm actually a B." She told him the truth.

He tsked her, shaking his head. "Do not ever lie to me again, Cynthia. Bad girls lie to their daddies. Are you a bad girl?" He asked her, his slight god complex beginning to get the best of him.

Cindy's lips pursed into a soft pout when Duncan used her full name. She despised it with a passion. She shook her head, indicating that she wasn't a bad girl. The teenager had never been so submissive in her life and only felt herself falling deeper into submission.

"I want to have a quick peek at these little tits of yours." The man told her, his eyes looking into hers. His irises were still the same shade of lustful grey. "Is that okay?"

Silently appreciating that Duncan had asked for permission, she nodded her head. Only one person had ever seen her naked and that was her first (and only) boyfriend. She had sent him a single nude on Snapchat and was still regretting it to this day.

His long fingers easily pulled the slender strings that held her dress up. The bow ties unraveled one by one, leaving the dress to only be held up by tight section around her chest. Slowly, his fingertips hooked in the neckline of the fabric and he began to pull it down.

First Duncan saw the tops of her breasts, the skin quite fair from always being covered in the sun. Next came her light pink areolae that caused him to bring his bottom lip in between his teeth. Finally, her perky nipples were on full display for him and at the sight of them the man let out a groan.

"Cindy Blaine, you are so fucking beautiful." He told her, his voice low as if telling her a secret. "Look at how pretty your little tits are." The pads of his thumbs gently rubbed the heads of her nipples and she whimpered under his touch.

Bending his knees and lowering his head, the older man placed a light kiss on each nipple. After doing so, he placed a soft kiss in the valley between her breasts, only to suck at the patch of skin, and leave a purple bruise. "You're mine now." He told her, looking up at her so they held eye contact. "Whose are you, darling?"

"Daddy's."

Esmeralda West, the quite controversial yet popular D.C. reporter, sat behind her mahogany desk typing away on her laptop. Her slender fingers never stopped moving across the keyboard as her colleagues who worked in the surrounding offices called it a night and turned out their lights. She was fully immersed in the piece she was writing about Annette Shepherd.

The reporter had a reputation of uncovering the dirty truth about the politicians and high rollers that ran the country. Using her investigative skills and inside sources, she had discovered a scandal that Annette had covered up years ago. Esmeralda was fully ready to dig it back up.

Normally, she was unbiased, ready to take down anyone. For the most part, she had always been equally cruel to the subjects of her articles. However, for the past three years there had been an exception: the Shepherd family.

Protected only by Duncan Shepherd, the female had avoided ever writing about the influential family. Duncan and Esmeralda had been sleeping together for the past few years and she had agreed not to smear Duncan's family name as long as he continued to keep her company occasionally.

For the first time in three years, she was going against the agreement and was fully prepared to go big. It wasn't that the unearthed scandal was that juicy. No, it was similar to every other minor political scandal. But Esmerelda's other talent happened to be being able to spin a story any way she wanted and making it seem like a bigger deal than it was.

Duncan had stopped answering her calls and texts after his mother's birthday party. She had even tried to show up to his home and office, both times being denied by security or an employee.

The reporter had no clue why he had ceased to talk to her. That was one thing her investigative skills couldn't find out. She was hoping that by smearing his mother's name, Shepherd would come out of the woodwork and contact Esmeralda.

Had he held up his side of the agreement, she would have held up hers.