Chapter 29 Sebastian
Chapter twenty-nine
Sebastian
It has been three days since the car accident. Daddy was amazing. He didn't leave my side for even a second. Some people may describe his actions as hovering, but I freaking love it.
I'm like a sponge that can absorb his attention and never overflow.
He took showers with me, washing my body in a way that drove me crazy with need for him. He always made sure I take my prescribed meds and follow the doctor's orders. He even brought breakfast to me in bed.
It was amazing.
However, I have a big problem now.
I need to take care of the strip club owner by the end of the week, but I don't see how I'll sneak out without Daddy knowing.
I form a plan in my head. It means I'll have to break Daddy's second rule about driving alone, but I don't really have a choice.
I unlock my phone, taking advantage of being alone in the room while Daddy prepares our dinner.
Me: Fluffy, can I ask for a favor?
Fluffy: Of course.
Me: I know you hate going on field work, but I need information on someone's daily schedule and when I can kill him.
Fluffy: Straight to the point, I see. Don't worry, I'll take care of it without leaving the house.
Me: I should have known your magical fingers would take care of it from home.
Fluffy hates leaving the house. He only does when he has a job to take care of.
Fluffy: How are you doing? And how are things going with your Daddy?
Me: *swoon* it's perfect.
Me: Oh, and I'm fine. What about you?
Fluffy: You know me. As long as I have food and I'm at home, I'm happy.
Fluffy: I'll send you the information you need by the end of the day.
Me: Thank you. I'll owe you one.
"Who are you talking with?" Daddy asks.
I jump in my seat because I should have noticed he'd walked into the living room. Am I getting too comfortable in Daddy's home?
"I'm talking with my best friend. Fluffy."
"Fluffy?" Daddy arches a brow as he comes and sits next to me on the couch.
"Yes. It's my nickname for him."
"Where did you two meet?"
Well, that's a question I can't answer honestly. I can't exactly tell him the murderous truth behind our meeting.
I bite my lip because I don't want to lie to him, but I also can't tell the truth.
"You don't need to tell me," Daddy hurries to say.
"It's not that I don't want to tell you. It's just that I can't. Not right now at least."
He stares at me, probably trying to read me, then he nods and pulls me into his arms.
"It's okay. I'm sure the day will come when you'll trust me fully. I realize we're still new to this and we'll take it one step at a time."
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Always, boy." He kisses my forehead. "What do you want to do now?"
"I was thinking about a shower before we watch a movie?"
"I'm up for that."
Daddy trails a kiss down my neck, and I arch toward his body, needing more of those kisses, but he just chuckles and pulls me up and toward the bathroom.
Taking a shower with my Daddy is paradise and hell. He never allowed us to go further than just washing each other, but now, when I'm fully recovered, I'm not letting him step out of that bathroom before I taste his cum or have it dripping from my hole.
I love his heated eyes as they track my body while I get rid of my clothes and step into the shower. My cock hardens, and I grab the soap, lathering my body and slowly moving to my dick.
If his eyes were heated before, now they're ready to devour me.
I crook my finger and grin when he steps in the shower with me. With rough hands, he pulls me to him and seals our lips together. There's nothing gentle about the kiss.
It's possessive, claiming, and rough.
Our hands are everywhere, touching every part we can reach. I want to memorize every delicious part of his body. Slowly, our movements turn gentle, like we're savoring this moment.
"Turn around," Daddy whispers in my ear.
I comply.
Daddy can do whatever he wants with my body. It's his.
I moan when I feel a slick finger against my hole. He circles it gently, and I close my eyes as I imagine how his fingers will feel inside me, stretching me, readying me for his cock.
He trails kisses down my neck and shoulder as he thrusts one finger. I'm drunk with lust. All I feel is pleasure as Daddy stretches me slowly with two fingers, and then three.
"Daddy, please," I moan as I thrust back.
Behind me, I hear Daddy opening a condom. I want to feel him bare, but I guess we need to talk about that first.
When I feel his cock pressing against my hole, I whimper and beg again, "Please, Daddy. I want your cock."
"Fuck," he curses and then sinks into me.
I want to beg him to be rough, to ruin my hole, but for some reason, I don't. When he buries himself inside me, he kisses my neck and whispers, "Are you okay?"
I nod, but realize he'll want my words, "Yes, Daddy."
Daddy slides inside me. His movements are slow but deep, hitting my spot and making my legs shake. My eyes water as I realize he's making love to me. I thrust back, syncing with his movements.
"Fuck, you're perfect. You're perfect, my boy," Daddy says.
The praise goes straight to my dick. I whimper. Daddy wraps his hand around my dick. Two strokes are enough to send me over the edge. I scream his name as I cum and shudder when I feel him tensing.
Next time, he'll be filling my hole with his cum and not that stupid condom.
We stay wrapped in each other's arms for several long moments. We don't need words right now. Not when our bodies spoke louder than words could.