3. Gabriella
CHAPTER 3
Gabriella
T his has been a whirlwind of a day. Darla showed up. Coltrain kissed me and gave me an intense orgasm. Darla then proceeded to tear me apart and made me feel about two inches tall, and now Coltrain is back with dinner, complimenting me while touching me as much as he can.
My head spins with the raw emotions filtering through me like a slow-moving mudslide. Just as I grasp onto one, I smack into a tree, taking everything around it down with me.
“Who was the woman here this afternoon?” he finally asks as I finish plating our food. I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am that he remembered what I liked.
“My stepmother, Darla.” I don’t want to talk about her.
“What did she want?” He slides the straw into my chocolate shake and offers it to me.
After a cooling drink of the thick liquid, I shove a fry in my mouth, giving myself time to answer. “She wants me to come back home.”
“You don’t want to.” I’m certain he can tell from my tone, but I shake my head anyway. “Why were you crying?”
Startled, my head whips up to meet his dark brown gaze. “Crying?” I wince. Even I know it’s obvious that I was. My eyes still feel puffy hours later.
Pushing his plate away, Coltrain grips my hand and drags me into his lap. His eyes soften as they roam my face, pausing on each imperfection as if to say, are you blind?
“Talk to me, Gabs.”
I nearly wilt. He’s the only person who calls me that.
“She knows where to strike with her insults. Some days I’m stronger than others.” I shrug, hoping he’ll drop it.
“I see,” he murmurs, brushing a hand up and down my back. He’s quiet after that, and I’m not sure what to say to move on from the moment, so I stay still, and soon I’m lulled into deep relaxation, and my head drops on his shoulder as my eyes close.
“Rest, kitten. Daddy’s got you.”
That’s all it takes to surrender my trust to him and fall asleep in his presence.
A loud grunting sound stirs my mind, but I’m still locked inside a dirty dream that has been on repeat since the day I met Coltrain, and I don’t want to wake up. However, the longer I stay in my dreamland, the more I realize the sounds rustling me are ones I hear when I’m alone and wishing he were between my thighs.
Slowly opening my eyes, I gaze down my body to find that very man kneeling between my legs, cock out, hand working furiously from root to tip to come all over my now naked body. He’s thick and long, and the tip is bulbous and red with ropy veins sprouting on the sides.
“Daddy,” I gasp when he leaks from the tip, and it touches my sex, the heat nearly explosive.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “How the fuck are you that sensitive?”
I’m about to close my legs, or attempt to, when he slaps my pussy, and I explode. Stars light the insides of my eyelids, and I swear I hear angels sing as he groans, and I feel his release making a mess of my pussy.
His body drops on top of me, and my pebbled nipples rub against the hair of his chest, rolling a new wave of pleasure through my body.
“God, kitten, watching you come apart for me will become my greatest addiction.”
I can’t help smiling at his words because I feel the same way.
He kisses along my throat, and his tongue laps at me like I’m a bowl of fresh cream.
“Daddy?” I exhale, frightened by what’s happening but wanting it nonetheless. “What’s going on?”
Sucking on my throat, Coltrain brushes his hands along my sides before sitting up and pulling me into his lap. “We need to talk about that.” His words sound ominous, and I grow nervous.
“About what?” My throat constricts.
Gripping my chin when I attempt to hide from him, he gives me a light kiss to help settle my nerves. “Us. Me. What I expect from you.” I’ve never been good at meeting anyone’s expectations. “I was going to go slow. Acclimate you to my desires, but now that I know how eager your body is to please me, that’s not happening.”
“It’s not?” I’m held captive by the dark intensity in his eyes. They’re telling me something I don’t understand. Yet.
“No. I realize now that I have to be all in, or there’s no point in beginning.” Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I remain silent, waiting for him to continue. “You living here isn’t working for me.” My chest tightens. “You’ll be packing what you need and moving in with me. Immediately.”
“I will?”
He places a finger over my lips to silence me.
“Just listen.” I nod and bite my tongue. “I’ll have movers come and get the rest of the things you’d like to keep.” His eyes roam my body, and I feel him growing hard under my ass. “I have a certain need for control in my life. I’m sure a shrink would have a field day over where that need comes from, but I don’t care. What I need for you to understand and accept is that the only thing you ever need to concern yourself with is my pleasure. I’ll choose your clothes every day, decide where you go, or who you associate with. I will make every important decision with your safety and well-being in mind.”
“You want to control me?”
“I want to dominate you, kitten.” A hand skims between my legs and probes my virgin hole, pushing in and out gently. “I want you the happiest you can be and for you to never worry about anything ever again.” He nips my ear, breathing heavily against my skin. “I want you to do the things you love while remaining under my care. I want you to come work in my office with me. I want to take you shopping for a totally new wardrobe. And for the love of god, I want to get you pregnant as often as I can.”
Spreading my legs, my body begins to buzz from the high of his touch. I barely have the forethought to ask, “I’ll never get to decide anything?”
“We can have discussions when it’s something you feel you must decide, but my word is law.”
Why does that give me such a rush?
“Just so I have this straight…you’ll decide what I wear, where I’ll go, who I’ll associate with?” He gives a clipped nod. “What about what I eat? When I shower? Can I still garden? If I gain weight, will you put me on a diet and vice versa? What about if you want me to do something, go somewhere, or wear something, and I’m not comfortable with it or just don’t want to, are you going to force me to?”
A lazy smile spreads across his face with each inquiry. “I’m so glad you’re asking questions.” He pecks a kiss on my cheek. “You will still have full autonomy of your body. I will never dictate what you eat or your showering habits. If you gain weight and you're happy, then I’m happy. Same if you lose it.”
Relief normalizes my pulse again. “What about the rest?”
“As to that, I think that’s one of those things we discuss first. Get on the same page about. Just because I crave full control doesn’t mean I don’t care about your thoughts, opinions, or desires. You are my one and only priority. Your comfort, safety, and happiness are what will give me life.”
I should be terrified and running for the nearest bus back to South Carolina.
“When will things not be open for discussion?” It sounds like he wants to make all my decisions, but if I object to something, it’s not the end of the world, either.
“When it will put you in a dangerous situation. When it will affect your happiness. I’m not unreasonable, Gabs. Every choice I make will be with what you would want in mind. I just get the pleasure of taking the pressure off you.”
“That doesn’t sound so terrible.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
My flesh quivers for more when he strokes his fingers across my naked thigh.
“Will I be allowed to engage in…you know…if you don’t?” I’m trying to get over my shyness, but I’ve never openly discussed sex before.
“You mean, can you initiate sex first?” My head bobs up and down. “Always.”
A thought strikes, and I’m nearly afraid to ask, but I push forward. “What if I don’t want to and you do?”
He sighs heavily, the thought obviously bothering him, and I nearly apologize before his touch softens, and he gives me a kiss so gentle that tears spring to my eyes.
“Kitten, never in any lifetime would I be the one to take something from you that you don’t want to give me freely. I don’t care if we’ve been having sex every night for a year, and one night you decide you don’t want to. No is always no, and I’ll never break your trust. Tell me you understand.”
“I do, Daddy.” Drawing circles on his chest, I have more questions. “What if we’re…exploring fantasies, and lack of consent is involved?”
“Safe words. In general, we’ll both have safe words to use at any time or place. Okay?”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hug him and whisper in his ear, “Thank you, Daddy,” before he carries me upstairs to pack what I need for the move.