12

The gentle stroking of my upper arm and the feeling of a strong chest against my back wakes me up the next morning in a room flooded with light. It's the room where I undressed and removed my makeup, and now it seems even more tastefully decorated than yesterday.

I slowly open my eyes to adjust to the light and snuggle closer to Nate.

He treated me like a patient after countless orgasms that he gave me with his fingers or his mouth, applying lotion and rubbing ointment over the welts on my back before handing me a shirt of his own.

It was a beautiful night and even though I really suffered and can still clearly feel the markings of my panther on my back, I enjoyed every single second.

"Morning," he whispers close to my ear and I'm about to cum from his voice alone. It's even rougher than usual and seems perfectly attuned to the situation.

"Good morning," I reply, slowly turning in his direction.

Nate's green crystals almost blind me as the sun shines right on his face and I start tracing the contours of his features with my finger.

Angular and as if cut out, the individual facial features come together and become the main focus of his work of art.

"How's my butterfly?" he asks, gently stroking my bottom, which isn't covered by my shirt.

"Very good. Are you all right?" I reply, smiling, sliding from his face to his shoulders. He seems to be a masterpiece in the form of a man from head to toe and I can't even explain how happy I am.

"I've slept so well for a long time - maybe never before. Is your back better?"

I just nod.

"My brave girl. The pictures of us turned out very beautiful, you look like a princess in the form of an angel." He murmurs and kisses my temple.

"Did you get them from the photographers?" I ask, burying my face in the hollow of his neck.

"No, they're in the tabloids and all over the internet. I thought you know how it goes with those paparazzi pics," he laughs, and I suddenly straighten up.

"I'm sure my father hasn't seen her yet, has he??" I ask angrily and look at him. "Am I so bad that you want to hide me from your father?" he replies, furrowing his eyebrows.

I sigh loudly, wondering how to reach my father.

My dad has always had a very strong bond with all of us as he has never forgiven mum for what she did to us and especially to him. He always knew about everything in our lives and if one of us screwed up, he was angry, but he never punished us by denying us his love. Even though he married so many times, after my mother, he never wanted us to see them as our surrogate mothers, only as his wives. I love my father so much and if I don't tell him personally that something is going on between me and one of the richest men in the world, he will not only be angry but disappointed and that's the last thing I want.

My hand slides to Nate's thick hair, which falls in gentle curls over his beautiful face.

"I don't want to hide you from anyone, Nate. I just wanted to tell my dad myself. Did you bring my cell phone from the car?" I ask. "It's on the kitchen counter.", my panther replies and after stroking his cheek, I disappear into the bathroom.

"There are some panties in the closet if you need some and the red toothbrush is yours." Nate says and I sigh.

He was perfectly prepared for my visit.

I slip on a black lace hot pan and brush my teeth before going into the kitchen and dialing my father's number.

When he picks it up, I swallow hard and start with a soft "Hi."

"I'm disappointed, Snow," he replies in his deep voice, made even more unique by his British accent.

My heart breaks hearing the emotion in his voice.

"I wanted to tell you Dad, it all just happened so quickly."

My voice sounds tearful and I'm trying very hard not to cry. I can imagine how my father must have felt when he saw the pictures. Whenever he had a new girlfriend, he always introduced her to us first, so of course he expects the same from us.

"He's one of my business partners, Sophia. He's also a lot older than you and damn, he's married! I thought I raised you right." He hisses suddenly and I watch my tears already falling onto the marble slab.

"It just happened, Dad, it's not my fault!" I reply, sobbing.

"Things like that just don't happen easily! I've tried so hard not to let you become like the daughters of my colleagues. I don't want you to get married right away and be just one of many wives, Sophia." His voice grows louder quieter and I swallow hard.

"He's about to get a divorce, Dad," I murmur sheepishly.

"But on paper she still has his last name and is his legal wife, Sophia. You guys are probably the talk of the year. What were you thinking, showing up with him at such a big event when his wife is still there is present?? They talk about you, Sophia and that not well. Everything happens to you that I always wanted to protect you from."

My heart tightens again because he's right. But how am I supposed to tell my heart that when I've already made up my mind about Nate?

"My flight lands at four o'clock and I want to see you and your siblings. We need to talk about this. I know you are with him. Leave this apartment and do not contact him until we have seen each other. I got it from Roven and also expected from Flora, but not from you, Snow. Not from you. You disappointed me.", he says and before I can reply anything, he hangs up.

Sobbing, I drop my phone and bury my face in my hands.

The feel of Nate's strong arms around my body is deeply comforting. I immediately hide my face in his chest and cry softly.

"He didn't take it well as I can imagine, did he?" he asks softly, rubbing my back ever so gently.

I shake my head wordlessly.

"I really have to go home now, shower and change. I'll get in touch tonight.", "Let me drive you," he says, looking into my eyes.

"Better not, if my father sees more pictures of us then he will send me abroad." I sigh and kiss him addictedly.

His lips split and his tongue starts sucking on mine. I sigh into his mouth, inhaling his smell and enjoying the taste that intoxicates me.

I scratch his bare chest and grope for support at his waist as he picks me up, already pushing my panties down.

My hand slides between us and I rub my clit to get even wetter as Nate's cock has already grown to an admirable size. I grab his sex and rub against the hardness, moaning softly against his lips that still leisurely torment me. At some point I push his tip a little deeper and when he penetrates me a little, I sob loudly.

"Fuck..." Nate curses into my ear as he loses himself deeper inside me, caressing my sensitive insides and stretching my tender sex until it's barely going. It completely fills my femininity and also lets me feel how hard it has become for me.

I don't think the conversation with my father will go well, but I hope so. The question of whether my siblings are for me or against me is rattling around in my head and somehow I feel like this time it's going to be three against one.