His Play Thing{ONGOING}

Chapter 27

- {Adelyn's Pov}
- I feel a hand rubbing my back. A big warm comforting hand. 𝑂𝑤𝑒𝑛. Or should i say daddy? We went over the rules, there are alot. I'm definitely gonna have trouble following them all.

Not that i want to follow all, i wouldn't mind getting punished by Owen. 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦. My pussy gets wet as i think about daddy punishing me. Adelyn don't. You already came on the kitchen counter, from only his hand.

𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑘..

No. Stop it. I finally open my eyes hoping i'll get distracted by something and i only see dark wooden bookshelves filled with old boring looking books. I smell Owen and i instantly grab his shirt tighter in my hand. I turn my head now facing his neck and i have a nice view of everything in front of me.

His desk, which is full of documents, pens and notes. And his computer screens. 2 of them. On one i see a groupschat. FBI." Is what it says. He's doing the scary FBI stuff? On the other screen it's very busy and hurting my eyes. Black screen with multiple numbers and letters on it. I don't really understand what's going on but then again, i don't know if i even want to understand.

I close my eyes hoping to fall asleep again when he speaks.
"Sì, ho quasi finito. Adelyn dorme tra le mie braccia."
(Yeah, i'm almost finished. Adelyn is sleeping in my arms.)

I hear my name. He's talking about me? Why? He's speaking Italian so i have no idea what he says. That doesn't stop from my pussy pulsating from his voice tho, him speaking Italian is probably one of the hottest things I've ever heard. The other person on the phone is speaking Italian aswell.

"Adelyn? La tua ragazza? E se ci sente?"
(Adelyn? Your girl? What if she hears us?"

He chuckles deeply and it sends a shiver down my spine. A good one. "Non capisce l'italiano, puoi dire quello che vuoi. sta dormendo bene, quindi non c'è modo."
(She doesn't understand Italian, you can say what you want. She's sleeping aswell, so there's no way.)

"Va bene, abbiamo catturato altri uomini, cattive notizie. Altre mafie stanno arrivando per te... e la tua ragazza."
(Alright, we captured some more men, bad news. More mafias are on their way for you... and your girl.)

I feel his muscles tense. It's probably not a nice conversation, otherwise he wouldn't tense up like this. He growls lowly, and normally that would send tingles to my pussy bit this one, it wasn't a nice one. He's mad. Very mad.

"Va bene, li uccideremo e basta. Nessuno tocca me o la mia ragazza. Possono provarci, ma è solo una missione suicida." Owen sounds mad, he talks very fast.
(Okay well, we'll just fucking kill them. Nobody touches me or my girl. They can try, but it's just a suicide mission.)

"Va bene, Se u dire così. Abbiamo portato gli uomini che pensiamo siano utili per il composto di formazione, Il resto viene ucciso e spazzato via. Come loro."
(Alright, If u say so. We brought the men we think are useful to the training compound, The rest is killed and wiped away. Like they never existed.)

"Bene, a meno che non abbiano informazioni importanti, uccideteli. Non mi importa come lo fate, non voglio essere disturbato."
(Good, unless they have important information, kill them. I don't care how you do it, I don't want to be bothered.)

"Capito capo, lo farò."
(Understood Boss, will do.)

He ends the call and puts the phone down. Finally. I let out a soft sigh and relax. He stands up and supports me with his hand. Only one, and I'm suprised he's even strong enough for that. I tilt my head, looking around to see where we're going.

"Awake babygirl?" I nod still sleepy and he chuckles. "Was work okay daddy?". I lay my head on his shoulder again and he walks into his- 𝑜𝑢𝑟 bedroom. He sets me on the bed and dissapears into his walk-in closet.