Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
I was falling asleep when Jesse pulled me up and out of the cooling water, toweled me off and carried me into the bedroom.
“Come on, arms up.” He held a soft, pink nightie over my head, and I was too tired to argue, so I let him put it on me, the little poofy lace sleeves sitting right at my shoulders and the ruffled bottom trim just below my red bottom.
This was next level, but whatever chemicals that orgasm must have released, made me not care.
Truth, I felt safe, cared for, so much so I took that nightgown without a protest, then let him tuck me into bed next to that giant teddy without a second thought about what it all meant.
Forgive me, former edgy Katrina who felt at home in black and thought she knew it all.
I liked this, and for now that would have to be enough.
“I’m going to let your bottom recover for the night," he said. "But tomorrow, I’m going to introduce you to... something new.”
I squinted, inspecting every hard angle of his face, trying to get some hint of what was in store. “Jesse…”
“ Daddy . Not Jesse anymore, baby. I’ll keep reminding you, but eventually I’m going to start reminding you in other ways. Fair warning.” He gave me a look, and it took all the fight from me.
I puffed out my cheeks and exhaled, leaving that battle for another day. All I really wanted was for him to lie down next to me, to feel the hard steel of his frame and his long arms around my waist as I drifted off to sleep.
So I gathered my courage, and for the first time in such a long time, I asked for what I wanted.
“Lay down with me.”
He grinned, his dark eyes gleaming as he basked in the glory of that word.
“Scoot over.” He looped his long arm around my waist and wiggled himself behind me, kissing my neck as I shifted my hips backward onto his crotch. “You keep that up, we’re going to be right back where we started, and I don't think that's what you need right now. I think you need to take a break."
I sighed, wriggling still, and he chuckled.
"You’re going to be pretty sore, baby. I was none too gentle with you.”
“It’s okay. I liked it. A lot.”
“Yeah? Me too. Now, shhh. You need to sleep, and I need to go to work.”
“What? You haven’t even slept!”
“Military training, baby girl. I can go days with no sleep. But not you. I’ll be home by 2. You won’t even know I’m gone.”
“What about me? If we're talking about work... Shouldn’t I go to work too?”
“No. You don’t work there anymore. I only had you around that bar so I could keep eyes on you, but now things are different. You’re done worrying, little girl. Just sleep.”
He rubbed my back and my hair until the tiny white sheep danced in my head.
Jesse was sound asleep next to me when I woke up. There was a deep throbbing down inside my body from the toasting of my cherry. Even so, all I could think of was doing it again.
And again.
I winced as I tried to quietly climb out of the bed without waking him.
“Where you going?” His voice rumbled from deep in his chest, his eyes not even opening as his body stayed still as a statue. "I don’t ever really sleep, Kitty Kat. You'd better get used to that."
He was so perfect laying there, his body longer than the bed and his t-shirt stretched deliciously over the indents and protrusions of his muscular body.
I stifled a laugh at his words.
“I’m just going to take another shower. I want the warmth. I want a minute to think.”
“You want me to help?”
I thought about that for a moment. “No.”
“Okay. Come here and give Daddy a kiss first.”
I leaned back over the bed, and met his soft lips. His tongue took a quick swipe into my mouth.
“Damn it, baby. I want you in ways a civilized man shouldn’t.”
I waited a moment until his breathing turned slow and even, then I tiptoed into the huge bathroom and turned on the multiple jets inside the giant glass shower. The bath had soothed my body, but this helped to clear my mind as well. Sleep had been welcome, but I needed a moment to think. To process all that had happened to me over the past few days.
And I loved Jesse, but processing had to be done alone.
Letting the water cascade over me, I felt like I was washing away someone I used to be. That Katrina had been a mess, but it was a justified mess. I wouldn't judge her, but I wouldn't go back to being her either.
Not now. Because now I had something to hold on to. Something I never thought I'd have, and something I certainly didn't want to lose.
After my shower, I slipped my nightie back on. My bottom was still sore, so I didn’t even look around for panties before slipping out of the bedroom and into the main house.
Jesse lay stone still on the bed, and while he'd told me that he never really sleeps, I didn't know if I altogether believed that.
The house was amazing and so perfectly Jesse, and although I knew he had built a new house, I never asked to see it, and he had never invited me over after that first time I refused.
Nothing seemed out of place. Just like Jesse. Lots of wood and glass from floor to ceiling, showing off the views from every room. As I walked around, my fingers traced over pictures he had around of his mom and dad. They had been soldiers, too, though they’d made sure Jesse had a settled home instead of following them from base to base. I'd met them once or twice when I was little, before the helicopter crash that claimed both their lives.
Then, in the library, I found a shelf filled only with pictures of us.
Kent, me and Jesse.
Years of pictures from when we were little, and my brother and Jesse first became friends, until the week before Kent died. There was Jesse standing in his full-dress uniform, back from one of his deployments. And him and Kent the day they graduated from college with honors degrees in business.
And me, the day I graduated high school. I wasn't sure how he got that photo. He hadn't been there, because he hadn't been in the country.
If I had any doubt before how deep our bond ran, I had none now. Jesse had always been there for me, I just hadn't noticed.
I wandered farther, and as soon as I saw the kitchen, my belly turned and rumbled, and I realized how long it had been since I had really eaten anything. Truth was, I hadn't eaten a decent healthy meal since the day my brother passed away.
I mean, Chicken Nuggets should be the fifth food group in my opinion, but even in my addled brain, I know they are not providing me with any significant nutrition.
The kitchen was massive, with huge stainless-steel appliances, a cargo-ship sized refrigerator and freezer. For a single guy, he sure went all out. I wondered if there was actually any food inside, but pulling at the massive refrigerator door, the lights inside illuminated shelves stacked with...
Yogurt. Salad. An organic chicken ready to be cooked. A rainbow of fruit, but not a crumb of junk food. Not a single noodle carton. Not a slice of leftover pizza.
In short, none of the foods I liked.
With a disappointed frown, I closed the door and just about jumped out of my nightgown as Jesse stood tall and broad in the doorway.
“ Jesus! God damn it, you scared me.” I brought my hand to my chest as my heart beat like a snare drum.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes, but not for anything in there. It's... You must have a bag of chips around here someplace. Or a box of blueberry Pop Tarts…" I pulled open a cabinet and saw only dried pulses. Really? "Or a Pepsi? Where are the glasses?”
“Why don’t you go back to your room? I told you I had a surprise for you, and I think you're ready to see it. I’ll bring you something to eat. And drink.”
“Okay. But...” I tried to think of a way to put it that wouldn't sound ungrateful. "I don't really like any of the stuff in there."
"You will. Trust me."
"No, you don't understand. I like food food. Nuggies. French fries. Pizza. Ice cream. You know. Food . Like normal people eat."
"Those are treats. You can still have them, but not all the time."
"But you're not... Look, I can't eat that stuff. It will make me sick. You don't want me to be sick, do you?" I tried to pout like I'd seen Vanessa doing at Diamond Rocks. Seemed to get her whatever she wanted, so it was worth a shot.
Jesse chuckled. "Nice try, baby. But I told you I'd be taking care of you, and sometimes what you need isn't what you want. Anyway, trust me, I'm a good cook. I didn’t spend all my time as a soldier fighting, you know. I can make that stuff ," he pointed a thumb at the fridge, "taste better than any pizza or quarter pounder."
I screwed up my face. "I doubt it."
“Go back to your room. I’ll be right there.” His calm, stern voice made it clear it was going to be a fight I would lose.
“Fine, but if I'm sick it will be your fault.”
I made my way back down the long window-lined hallway toward the bedroom, my little soft nightgown flowing around me as I walked. I wondered what the surprise was going to be, and whether I might actually be sick when I tasted whatever he was about to cook for us.
But as I waited more patiently than I'd ever waited in my life, sitting cross-legged on the bed with the little nightgown pooling around my legs, my nose started to twitch.
Then my mouth started to water.
And by the time he came though the door with a serving tray in his hands, I was just about drooling at the smell drifting through the hallways.
"What is it?" I demanded, snatching the tray out of his hands and pulling the lid off the top of the dish.
It didn't look like any sort of normal food, but it smelled amazing. Like, better than pizza.
"Just a little breakfast for hungry girls. You made Daddy very happy last night, but I know it must have drained your strength. Also, you're still getting over your... past. This is strength boosting and easy to digest."
He laughed as I lost patience and dug the fork into the offered food. As I put it in my mouth, I closed my eyes.
"You've got scrambled eggs," he said. "Smoked salmon. Spinach."
"Spinach?" My eyes snapped open again and I shook my head. "No, I'm not eating that. I hate spinach."
Jesse chuckled. "Baby girl, you're already eating it. And having a mouthgasm from the looks of it."
I narrowed my eyes, then glanced down at the food. Really? That green stuff was spinach? Who knew it could actually taste good? "And this all over the top?"
"Just a few chives for extra flavor. And a sprinkle of salt and pepper."
I couldn't believe it. He wasn't kidding when he said he was a good cook. Had he really learned to do this as a soldier? I thought they ate rations from tins or something.
The food didn't take me long to get through, and then I was eating a bowl of yogurt with blueberries scattered on top. And washing it down with fresh squeezed orange juice.
I'd never eaten anything so nutritious in my life. Or anything so tasty.
"That was..." I pulled my mouth to the side, considering my words. "Not so bad."
Jesse stood, nodding. "I'm glad you liked it."
"I didn't say I liked it--"
"You didn't have to. Now for something I will like."
"I already know what you like," I said with a grin, remembering how it felt to be loved by him. How it felt to be used by him. "I'm game if you are."
"No, not that. There will be time for that, but I want to see how pretty you look with your surprise." He wandered around to the side cupboard, pulling open the drawer at the top and taking out a small black box. Not small enough to be a wedding ring... So what? More teddy bears? He held it out to me. "Take it, baby. I bought it for you. A long time ago, actually, but I never thought I'd have this chance."
I watched his face as I took the box from his hands, wondering what on earth could be inside. And when I pulled it open, I was none the wiser.
"A... torpedo?" I suggested, pulling the little object from its silk-lined container. It was about the length of my thumb, and tapered in shape, with a wide, circular end set with what looked like a diamond.
Jesse took it from my hands and held it up for me to see. "It's to make you ready, baby girl. To make your body able to take someone of my size."
I pursed my lips. "Daddy..." I whispered. "I already did. And I don't see how this would have helped."
"Not that hole, little girl," he said, and it took a moment for me to figure that out.
Then when I did, I shrank back, one hand going involuntarily to my ass. "No way."
"You think you can say no?"
"It's not that, it's..." My stomach flipped over in a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "You'll never fit!"
"I will. Because you'll use this. And then when you're comfortable with it, we'll get you a bigger one, and a bigger one, until we're both sure you're ready. Believe me when I tell you, my dick is going in your ass. This is playtime and prep, but it will happen."
I licked my lips. I absolutely loved it.
A grin spread across my face and I snatched at the little thing in his hands, ready to try it right away. But he pulled it out of my reach before I could get it. I pouted, but he shook his head.
"There's a right way to do this and a wrong way, baby girl. I'm going to show you the right way." He reached down and picked something else up from the bedside drawer, and I saw it was a bottle of something. "And by the way, I'm proud of you."
I narrowed my eyes. "Proud of me?"
"You called me Daddy, without any prompting."
I tried to remember, then shook my head. He just smiled.
"That's because it feels right, baby. You know this is who we are to each other. Now, bend over, take hold of your ass and spread yourself for me. This first time is going to feel a little strange, but you'll soon get used to it. More than used to it, you’re gonna learn to cum harder than ever I bet. I can’t wait to hear it. Feel it."
I did as he said, getting up on knees and elbows on the bed, and bending forward. I reached back and spread myself, then closed my eyes as I waited for what was to come. When the plug touched my ass, I bit back a moan. It felt cold and strange, but it slid deep inside me without any pain, and the weird pressure was exciting.
“Lots of lube until you’re trained, baby. I’ll never harm you.”
And when it was done, I sat up, and felt the way it sat inside me, pressing against my insides.
"I love you, Kat," he said suddenly, his jaw set and the backs of his fingers brushing under my chin.
I met his eyes, and I no longer wondered if I'd heard him correctly. Instead, threw myself into his lap. "I love you too."