Chapter 12 #2
The way he says it means I’ll likely have an audience in the future if he’s around. Just wonderful. Is this why no one says they have a Daddy in real life? The dominance he oozes makes it hard to do anything other than what he wants, but I’ve never been a pushover.
After the door finally shuts behind him, I yank up my dress and drop my panties in record time, barely getting my butt on the seat when my bladder releases. Sighing with relief, I can’t believe how close I came to peeing on the floor.
I quickly clean up and wash my hands, then jerk open the door and stop short of crashing into Andrew’s chest on the other side of the bathroom door.
“Feel better?” He’s smirking. Fuck. There’s no way he didn’t hear me go. It’s just a bodily function, I shouldn’t care, but it feels so personal. Makes me wonder if it’s normal to pee around your boyfriend, or in my case, husband.
“Yes, thank you.” I’m not sure what’s going on right now.
When he carried me into his cabin, I imagined him throwing me on the bed and fucking me hard since he couldn’t keep his hands off me.
But it feels like we’ve been in this room for hours and we’re both fully dressed.
Maybe he doesn’t actually want me. Was it all a ploy to get me to marry him?
Every insecurity I have rears its ugly head.
Why isn’t he saying anything? Butterflies thrash in my stomach, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something stupid, something that will let him further behind my walls.
“Oh, little bit, you’re thinking way too hard. What’s wrong?” he asks gently, cupping my cheek.
Blinking my eyes to hold back the tears, I stare over at the bed, still covered in rose petals, then the fake candles, and fairy lights strung along the headboard, making the room look magical.
“Baby, talk to me,” he prompts when I don’t answer.
“Don’t you want me? I thought…” I can’t bring myself to go on. When I look down at my feet, I catch myself twisting my fingers together.
He laces his fingers with mine, helping to settle my fraying nerves.
“I want you more than my next breath, Sweetpea. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise.
You’re so fucking gorgeous, I can’t stop staring.
Besides, if I don’t slow this down, I’ll lose control, and I refuse to hurt you more than I already will. ”
“Because I’m a virgin?” I murmur.
“Yes. I want your memory of the first time we make love to be wonderful, not how much it hurt.”
“You won’t hurt me, Andrew.” I know it as well as I know my own name.
“No, I won’t, not intentionally. I’ll do my best to make this good for both of us.” His gaze is focused on mine, his actions slow and steady, as he reaches behind me and unzips the dress. He eases the soft fabric over my shoulders, letting it pool on the floor.
“Step up, baby,” he requests, holding my hand to keep me steady on the sky-high heels I should have taken off earlier. I kick them off now, and push them to the side with my foot.
“You’re fucking exquisite,” he murmurs as he flicks open the clasp of my bra and slides the straps down my arms, leaving me naked, except for my tiny lace thong.
It’s the first time he’s had a chance to really see me.
Last night it was dark, and this morning, I tried to shield myself from him when I got out of bed.
It’s awkward being naked while he’s still fully dressed, but I also feel powerful as his cock pushes against his slacks, and his heated gaze travels over me. He reaches for me, and I figure he’s going to take off my panties, but nope, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed.
He’s so gentle when he lowers me onto the rose-petal-strewn comforter, it takes my breath away. I can’t believe this is going to be my life. If it wasn’t for the fragrance of the roses, I’d pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. My dreams may be realistic, but scent is never part of them.
While I watch, he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over the back of the chair. His tie comes next, and after unbuttoning the top few buttons and his cuffs, he pulls it over his head and tosses it on the chair, too.
Holy fuck. I read about men pulling their shirts off like this a million times in books, but hot dayum, it’s ten zillion times sexier in person. His smoldering gaze meets mine as he tosses his belt to the growing pile of clothing and then opens his pants.
I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until his soft chuckle pulls my attention from the thick cock clearly visible in his boxers to his smirk.
“Breathe, baby. I don’t want you passing out on our wedding day.”
My cheeks heat, and I’m sure they’re flaming, as I take a deep breath.
I never saw his dick last night, and as he slowly steps out of his boxers, my heart stutters.
Sure, theoretically, I know it will fit, but in the penis lottery, he had to take first prize.
Maybe I don’t have anything to compare it to, but I have watched my fair share of porn, and to say well-endowed is an understatement.
“See something you like?” It’s leaking pre-cum, and Andrew slides his fingers over the top, spreading it and gliding his hand down to the base.
I want to tell him he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, but I can’t seem to form any words. Then he climbs onto the bed until he’s hovering over me, his elbows resting on each side of my head.
“You asked what I was going to do, remember?” he murmurs against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine and making my nipples harden even more.
I nod and swallow past the lump in my throat before I’m able to choke out, “Yes.”
“Well, this is what I’m going to do. First, I’m going to nibble on your ear, like this…” And he’s doing it—licking my earlobe, he blows on my damp skin, then pulls it between his lips and nibbles.
Fuck me. Yes, please. Except I can’t say any of that. I’m lying here, afraid if I move, he’ll stop, and it feels so freaking good. My inner thighs are wet from how turned on I am. I sigh, as he licks and nibbles down my neck, and across my jaw.
This is torture and heaven at the same time.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Hell yes, but I need more, Andrew.” I sound like a whiny child, but I can’t help it.
“It’s Daddy. And it’s my name from now on, especially in the bedroom.
If you don’t use it, there will be consequences you for sure won’t like.
Now you need to have patience, and I promise you’ll get everything you want.
I need to learn every inch of you, taste you, mark you.
” As he says the words, he nips my bottom lip, and I moan, opening my mouth for him.
His tongue slides inside, sweeping against mine. He tastes like mint and sin, and as he deepens the kiss, he steals my ability to think.
When he finally releases my mouth, he licks my lips before sliding over me, licking, kissing, sucking his way to my breasts.
“Your breasts are perfect, but I can’t wait to see them when you’re pregnant and full of milk. Leaking when I fuck you,” he growls, cupping my tits. Then he rubs his thumbs over my nipples and pinches.
Fuck. Seriously? Milky breasts? How is that a turn on?
Except, yes, it kinda is. I’m a mess, but my thoughts are fleeting as he continues to leave bite marks on each breast, sucking and licking until they’re both swollen and I’m vibrating with need.
Is it possible to die from being too turned on? I’m so close, but I need more.
“Please, Daddy, I need to come.” My words sound more like whimpers. It doesn’t stop him, though.
“Patience, baby. Delayed gratification is the absolute best.”
“I don’t believe you.” I’m whining, and I don’t care.
“You’ll just have to trust me for a little longer,” he murmurs, then goes back to sucking and biting my breasts until they’re peppered with purple marks that won’t be going away anytime soon. I guess he was serious when he said he wanted to mark me as his.
Except, how the hell am I going to face his family with marks all over my skin? I don’t think enough makeup exists in this world to cover them all.
“You’re thinking too hard, baby. Stop worrying, and let me send you to paradise.
” He’s using that voice again, the Daddy one that makes my toes curl.
Then he continues to work his way down my stomach, settling between my legs.
The first touch of his tongue on my clit does as he promised, and I see stars.