All Chapters of Daddy's little agent: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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STUPID IDEAS LIKE TRAIL HIM

My fingers twitch with the urge to hit someone. The muscles on my back and arms are so taunt with violence, that I day dream about putting my hands on someone. And by someone, I mean Remy Templeton.Years ago, when I was chasing the next high, violence came so easily then. It was like I bought a copy of it every time I exchanged what little money I had for a bit of coke and a bag of fists.At least then it was fueled by anger and so much darkness.Now I want to punch his throat because I am sexually frustrated. I’m not sure if the urge to put my hands on him is stemming from my need to touch him or not. Since he’s taken it upon himself to make sure no fraction of our bodies touched, even by accident. It has to be painstaking work, or it would have been for me.He’s fine sitting in his seat and giving me orders without looking at me. My silent protests of sitting the whole time instead of dropping into stretch positions as he wants does not even work, he just ignores the shit out of me

MEET THE THREE

REMY TEMPLETON POVI will ruin Caleb Doherty. I will consume him, burrow under his skin, fill his lungs instead of air, I will not stop until every molecule that makes him up is rendered useless. Nothing will give me better pleasure, than to see those eyes drain of life. And I will enjoy every minute of it.There’s not much I can stand, but all of it is balled up in one person.Caleb Doherty.I’ve always loathed dimples and he has two of them he likes to flash at will. The day the world stops seeing those things will be the day all will be well with the world. I look forward to it so much that I feel something akin to excitement at the thought of it.There’s also the issue of his inability to sit still.Like a caged animal, he just runs around, hands twitching by his side or tapping out something on his thighs. I’ve smashed those fingers a thousand times every time he sits there waiting for something to happen, challenging me for something t

HIS COCK SLEEVE

CALEB DOHERTYI can’t breathe.This can’t be happening. I was standing at his front door when I knew I shouldn’t. There was no excuse in the world I could think of to explain the reason for standing at his front porch.Yet there I was.And now I can’t breathe.His large hands hold my head in place, not letting up no matter how much I struggle. He pushes my head forward until my lips are kissing his crotch.He’s thick, hot, long, invasive. The taste of him is something I’d never had before. It’s earthy, the taste of his smell strong on him. It’s delicious.This is happening. This is really happening. I look up at him, hands planted on his thighs as I push him off of me, for a few seconds to breathe. He doesn’t give me any reprieve.I gag a few times, spit trailing the sides of my mouth, Remy doesn’t let up. His dick touches the back of my throat.“This is why you came here. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks, his words harsh as he star

THE SHADOW

“Open the fucking door, I know you’re in there.”I let out a puff of exhale, my shoulders rolling back as my heart finally starts working again.It’s not him.It’s a woman behind the door, no idea who she is, but I feel a rush of gratitude towards her, forcing me on my feet and undoing the latch holding the door in place. Truly, it’s a woman behind the door, she’s short, with hair that fall over her round face in pretty waves. But it doesn’t explain who she is, or why she’s glaring at me.“Fina-fucking-lly.” she seethes, pushing her way through the open door. That kicks me out of my dazed stupor as I rush after her.“Excuse me, who the fuck are you?”She turns back to me,jaw dropping, brows furrowing in clear offense by my question. She could join the fucking queue, I’ve had a long day and this is the last thing I need right now.“I thought you were a misogynist fuck, but you’re clearly a dull, misogynistic fuck.” she sneers at me, squaring her shoulders so she’s going toe to toe wit

MONITORING GREEN EYES

I missed the bus this morning. I’m not feeling well, and I thought I’d stay back and recover instead of going in and spreading what I have with everyone else.Chelsea gasps beside me, I angle my whole body towards her, searching her face for the reason she’d gasped so loud, then she smacks my arm. The pizza I’d been eating drops from my hand to the plate in front of me.“Slow down, Cale, nobody is hounding you for a piece. Fuck.” she eyes my stuffed mouth in mild disgust.Was that her issue? She also complained about having pizza for breakfast this morning, she wanted a stack of pancakes. We could have both gotten different things, but Chels must have the same mental illness as me because she asked to play three rounds of rock, paper, scissors to be a deciding factor for breakfast this morning.I won all three rounds.“This is so good.” I say between the mouthful and pointing down at the pizza. She brought us here because they have the best pizza in the whole of Brighton Falls, and I

SURVIVE REMY TEMPLETON

My neck snaps up to where she had been discreetly pointing at, and a shock runs through me as with a heat wave.“What the fuck is up with the air con??” Someone snaps from a table beside ours.Everyone else is muttering about the heat, sweat is running down my face, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him.Sitting in a table not so far from ours, he keeps his heated gaze on mine, and a thrill runs down my spine. I blame the heat.“Fuck, what is this? Am I melting? I feel like I’m melting.” Chels hisses as she pulls herself up from her seat.Remy holds my stare, eyes meeting mine in an unwavering eye contact match, the hate and malice rolling off him feels dangerous.“We have to go.” I tell Chels.“You think?? I can feel myself cooking from inside out.”I can’t tear my eyes off him, I have a sinking feeling I need to keep an eye on him. Something crashes from a table adjacent to ours, something about a heat stroke, not uncommon in Brighton Falls heat, but this one is particularly brutal

HIS SICKNESS

It all happens so fast. A muscle or two jumps in his jaw, eyes holding a storm of anger, the next second my view changes and I’m looking at the pavement upside down while blood rushes to my head.A very embarrassing squeak leaves my mouth as it dawns on me that this man has just thrown me over his shoulders like I weighed nothing.Oh god.Oh my fucking god. How dare he? How fucking dare he? The sheer guts of this man.Remy slams my down in his car and I seethe in his face, attempting to slither past him, and he shoves me back into the seat with one hand.“Stay.” he growls in my ear, the other hand snapping the seat belt in place. I try to get up, but I end up huffing and puffing like an over grown child throwing a tantrum. Believe me, I’m doing all I can to get up, but his hand on my shoulder feels like lead holding me back and in place.The second he steps back, the door is slammed in my face, and locked. My fingers find the buttons– all of them in this fancy ass car, nothing happen

HELL FIRE

I hold his stare and my breath. He glances back to the road, disappointment seeps into my bones at his eyes swinging away from mine.“My distant relative. She got into town yesterday and came to see me this morning since I don’t feel well.” I grumble, looking outside the window. Maybe if I give him what he wants, he’ll let me go.“You’re not sleeping with her?”My neck creaks with the speed I whip towards him in question, his posture doesn’t even seem off after the weird question he asked.“She’s a distant relative!” That’s a lie, but he doesn’t know that.He gives me a slow once over that forces a shiver up my spine, then he glances back at the road. I can’t read him at all, he hates me, he must know I lied about being sick to skip training today, but his concern is whether or not I’m sleeping with my ‘distant relative’. This man is sick.Really, sick.Yet, I find myself curious about him.He’s driving the same road he’d taken yesterday when I followed him, why is he doing that? Who

POWER PLAY

I hop off his back in one fell swoop. Looking around awkwardly while clearing my throat. It is an awkward situation to be in with anybody, mine just so happened to be the same man that shoved his dick in my mouth, kidnapped me and nearly killed me, all in less than twenty four hours by the way.So yeah, of course it’s awkward.“Uh… shouldn’t have done that.” I say still unable to look him in the eye.He makes a sound at the back of his throat, his expression mildly annoyed. I grit my teeth in annoyance. What the fuck is his problem with me??“You don’t like me. No, you hate me.” I correct, keeping my eyes on him to catch any micro expression. There’s not a single flicker of denial in those eyes. The heaviness sitting low in the pits of my stomach lets me know how much I was waiting for it to be false. Brusing those feelings aside, I meet his eyes.He walks away, standing in front of the large mirror, he starts to undo the buttons on his sleeves. Despite my misgivings and every fibre i

THE THRILL OF DANGER

Lawrence and Danny are all over me when I show up to the party bus this morning. I’d almost forgot my lie until they start bombarding me with questions, palms flushed against my forehead to get my temperature, fingers pressed along my pulse… so much worrying goes on that I feel awful for lying to them.“Whatever you must have taken for the cold must have worked wonders.” Danny notes, eyes on my leg bouncing up and down. I put a hand over it, doesn’t help, if anything, the bounce is even more obvious.I let out a small chuckle.It’s not the meds–there was never any meds– but it’s a good cover. I can’t tell them I’m drunk on power. I want to taste the power again on my tongue.Yesterday, Remy had tried to take back the reins after he realized he had handed me power of him. It was too late, I bore down on him, jaw clamping down around his dick– his jaw worked my mouth open wider than I’ve ever felt it– he had turned feral.Hips jerking out of control, the sounds he made was a beautiful

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