10. NAOMI
Naomi stepped into the kitchen, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she rounded the corner. She had woken in Brody’s bed this morning, but he wasn’t there. Strangely, she found herself missing him, and had come straight downstairs to look for him.
The sight that greeted her stole her breath away—Brody sat at the table, sipping coffee, his muscular body barely concealed by a thin navy blue dressing gown. She wasn’t sure if he was completely naked underneath it or not, but the possibility alone sent a shiver down her spine.
“Morning, little one,” he drawled, smirking at her stunned expression.
“I like your . . . outfit, Daddy.” Naomi said.
Brody looked into her eyes, taking another sip from his mug. He set it down on the table and leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving her face. “I have to be honest, Naomi. Ever since our little adventure last night, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”
Her heart raced at his confession, and she could feel her body responding to the intensity of his desire. It was both thrilling and terrifying, and she found herself struggling to find words as she stood there, rooted to the spot.
“Really? I . . . I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she admitted softly, barely daring to believe that her attraction to him was mutual.
“Good,” Brody said, his voice low and husky. “Because I don’t think I can hold back any longer. I’m not asking you for intercourse, little one. I know that’s out of bounds. But I want to feel your lips around my cock. Is that something you feel comfortable with?”
Naomi’s heart thundered in her chest. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “I’d like that very much.”
“Come here,” Brody murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Naomi walked over to him, trembling slightly.
Brody moved his chair back a little, making room for her in front of him, then he pointed at the rug on the floor. “Sit there.”
She kneeled in front of him submissively. This was entirely new territory for her, and she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with fear.
Brody gently grasped her hand, guiding it down to his now partially exposed erection beneath the dressing gown. “It’s okay,” he reassured her, his voice steady and calming. “I’ll be right here with you every step of the way.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. Her confidence grew as she felt the heat of his arousal beneath her fingertips. She glanced up at him, seeking approval.
“Good girl,” he praised, his eyes dark with passion. “Now, I want you to grip me nice and firm, like this.”
He took her slender hand in his and showed her how to hold him, much harder than she’d been expecting.
“That’s it,” he said. “Give me a squeeze.”
She couldn’t stop staring at the length and girth of it. So tall and thick and white. It made her think of the lighthouse.
“Take me into your mouth, babygirl,” he ordered her.
Her heart skipped a beat at his command, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Relax, Naomi,” Brody coaxed, his hand gently stroking her hair. “Just open your mouth and let me guide you.”
Following his instructions, she parted her lips and allowed him to guide her head forward until she felt the tip of his erection against her tongue. She tentatively licked it, tasting him for the first time. He tasted good. A little like the sea, a little like . . . chocolate. Well, maybe not like chocolate. But like something very new and surprisingly yummy. Something that made her instantly wet between her thighs.
“Good girl,” Brody encouraged again, his voice strained with restraint. “Now, hold the base firmly while you take more of me into your mouth.”
Naomi obeyed, wrapping her fingers around him even tighter as she slowly took more of him inside her mouth, her eyes never leaving his face.
He groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping the edge of the table behind him as he fought to maintain control.
“Keep going, little one,” he urged her, his breathing ragged. “You’re doing so well. Move your mouth up and down now, sucking me hard and flicking your tongue over the tip. Move your hand at the same time. That’s it. Oh . . . yeah.”
Emboldened by his praise, Naomi continued to explore him with her mouth and hand, her heart swelling with pride as she brought him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
The muscles in Brody’s neck tensed, his breath hitching as Naomi’s mouth brought him to the brink of pleasure. Her tongue swirled around him, her hands working in tandem, and a fierce pride filled her at the sight of his head thrown back in ecstasy.
“Naomi,” he gasped, his fingers gently tugging her hair. “Do you want to swallow?”
She looked up at him through her lashes, feeling a thrill at the intensity in his eyes, and nodded obediently. She wanted to experience every part of him, to give herself fully to this man who had awakened something within her.
As Brody’s climax washed over him, he released himself into her mouth, and she eagerly drank him up. Delicious.
“You taste good, Daddy,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Like sunshine and sea.”
Brody smiled. “That was something else, darling,” he said. “You made my brain light up in a way it hasn’t done since before my . . . well. Let’s just say that felt way better than physio.”
“If doing this helps you recover, Daddy, I’ll do that for you every day,” said Naomi with a shy giggle.
“Damn straight you will,” growled Brody. “Now I know how good you are at that, I’m going to ask you to do it all the goddamn time.”
Naomi looked down at her Daddy’s cock, still moist with her saliva. “I’d like that, Daddy. I really would.”
“Your turn now,” Brody murmured, reaching into the pocket of his dressing gown and pulling out a small pink vibrator. “Every time you make me come, you get to come, too. Lie here, please.“ He moved his coffee mug aside, making room for her on the smooth wooden table.
Her heart fluttered at the unexpectedness of his command, but the trust she felt for him was strong enough to quell any hesitation. As she climbed onto the kitchen table, her body shivered with anticipation.
“Spread your legs for me, little one,” he instructed, his voice thick with desire. She complied, feeling exposed yet exhilarated by her vulnerability. She was still wearing a nightgown, and although it came down to her ankles, she wasn’t wearing any panties because she’d slept in a diaper again. She let Brody roll up the hem of her dress over her hips and displayed herself to him.
She still felt shy doing things like this, but she loved it too. The thrill of putting her trust in Brody completely. The joy in seeing how pleased he looked with . . . all of her.
Brody pressed the little pink vibrator against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her back arched instinctively, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“You’re so turned on already,” he marveled, adjusting the intensity of the vibrations and watching her reactions closely. “Tell me what feels good.”
“Right there,” she breathed, her fingers digging into the edge of the table as he found the perfect spot. “Please don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Brody replied, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to pleasure her. The vibrations coursed through her, building like a wave, and she could feel the pressure mounting within her.
“Daddy,” she gasped, her body tensing as she approached the edge, “I’m so close.”
“Then let go, Naomi,” he urged, his gaze locked onto hers. “Let me see you come undone.”
With a final cry, she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her in a torrent of sensation, like waves crashing against the shore.
As she floated back down to earth, she became acutely aware of Brody’s warmth beside her, his fingers gently stroking her hair.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice full of wonder at this newfound closeness that had blossomed between them.
Brody leaned in to capture Naomi’s lips in a searing, possessive kiss.
She couldn’t help but whisper her confession as they broke apart. “Brody,” she panted, “I know this might sound crazy, but I feel like I already love you.”
Brody blinked at her, with a look of slight surprise on his face. Then, he smiled and gestured for her to sit down at the table. “Wait here while I make you coffee,” he instructed, his tone laced with affection. “Then we’ll talk more about our feelings.”
Naomi pulled her nightgown back down and sat and the table. She couldn’t help but watch him dreamily as he tied his dressing gown securely around his waist before moving toward the coffeemaker.
She hoped the fact that he hadn’t immediately told her he loved her back wasn’t a bad sign. She hoped he wasn’t about to tell her that this was nothing but a fling to him. But she got the sense, truly, that it wasn’t. She was naive when it came to relationships and love, but not that naive. She knew a deep connection when she felt one.
“Here you go,” Brody said, placing a steaming mug in front of her.
Naomi wrapped her hands around it, savoring the comforting warmth as she took a tentative sip. “It’s yummy. Thank you, Daddy.” She looked at the table, the pink vibrator still lying on it. She saw now it was in the shape of a little bunny rabbit. “I can’t believe we’re about to have breakfast at the table where we just—“
A sudden knock on the door shattered the intimate atmosphere between them. Panic seized Naomi’s chest as Brody crossed the room to answer it. And the moment she saw who was standing there, her heart was seized with terror.
It was her father, Pastor James.
His stern, imposing figure filled the doorway as he stared in confusion at Brody, and then looked past him to see Naomi.
“Father!” she choked out, her mind racing as she struggled to comprehend his unexpected presence.
“Naomi,” Pastor James acknowledged her with a curt nod, his dark eyes sweeping the room and taking in every detail with disapproval. “We need to talk.”
In her haste to hide any evidence of her recent activities, Naomi knocked the vibrator off the table, causing it to land on the floor and buzz loudly. Mortification flooded her face as she quickly bent down to shut it off, hoping against hope that her father hadn’t noticed its origin.
“Is everything alright in here?” Pastor James asked, his voice tinged with suspicion as he regarded Brody’s rumpled dressing gown, showing a triangle of his bare chest beneath it.
“Y-yes, Father,” Naomi stammered, her heart pounding in her chest as she scrambled for a reasonable explanation. “It’s just . . . I dropped my . . . uh . . . phone.” She turned off the vibrating device and shoved it in her pocket, praying that he wouldn’t question her further.
“Please, Pastor,” said Brody politely. “Come on in. I’m Brody, by the way. Brody Walker. Lighthouse keeper.” He extended his hand to Naomi’s father, but he didn’t take it.
Probably just as well, given where Brody’s hands had been just five minutes ago.
Pastor James’ stern gaze drilled into Naomi’s soul, making her feel like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
She swallowed hard. “Father, what are you doing here?”
Pastor James sat down at the table, in the very spot Brody had been sitting this morning. “I’ve been worrying about you, Naomi,” he said, his brow knitted. “I’ve been having these dreams, visions, about you being led astray by . . .”—he looked over at Brody—“. . . the devil.”
Brody stepped forward. “Cup of tea, Pastor?”
Pastor James ignored him. “I found a letter in your room with this address on it,” he said to Naomi. “Thought I’d pay a visit to make sure you were okay. It’s your first time away from home, after all.”
“Father, I can assure you that I’m fine,” Naomi said. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears.
“You didn’t tell me there would be a man staying in the lighthouse with you. Or that you’d both be breakfasting together in your . . . nightwear.”
“I only found out about Brody being here when I arrived,” Naomi explained, grateful to be able to tell the truth about that. “I guess I skipped the part of the mayor’s email where he told me about that. You know how excited I get about work, father. I wasn’t that interested in the specifics.”
Pastor James scowled. “You know it’s against our beliefs to reside with a member of the opposite sex, Naomi.”
“We haven’t done anything wrong,” said Naomi quietly, though she knew that in her father’s eyes, she most definitely had.
“Wrong?” Pastor James scoffed, his disapproval clear on his face. “You’re sharing a home with a man who isn’t your husband, and you expect me to believe that? Look at you both, half-undressed.”
Naomi glanced at Brody, who remained silent but offered her a small, supportive nod. Taking a deep breath, she replied, “We are living together as friends, father. Nothing more.”
“Is that so?” Pastor James questioned, his eyebrows raised in skepticism. His attention shifted to the coffee cup in front of Naomi. “And since when do you drink coffee, young lady? You know very well that caffeine is a sinful indulgence. Everything we put into our bodies should be for the nourishment and betterment of our spirits. Indulging in worldly pleasures leads to corruption.”
“Father, it’s just coffee,” Naomi said, flustered by his sudden focus on such a trivial detail. “It’s not a sin. It’s just . . . a beverage.” Quietly, she added, “Besides, I’ve seen you drink it before.”
She could see the veins in his temples bulging. “The issue here, Naomi, isn’t merely about drinking coffee or the specifics of living arrangements. It’s about adhering to a lifestyle that reflects our values and commitment to our faith. When we make exceptions for small indulgences like caffeine, or rationalize behavior that goes against our beliefs, we start down a slippery slope.”
A slippery slope . . . like dressing as a Little and going to an adult soft play and having my new Daddy make me come over and over again.
Pastor James continued. “It’s about discipline, about resisting the temptations of this world so that we can live a life that’s pleasing to God. Living with a man, sharing in daily routines, it blurs the lines of propriety and opens doors that should remain closed until marriage. It’s about preserving your heart and your testimony.”
Naomi didn’t hate all the words her father was saying. She understood the importance of ethics and boundaries. It’s just that her ethics were slightly different to her father’s. She respected her father’s beliefs, but he didn’t seem to respect hers.
Pastor James reached for Naomi’s hand. “My concern comes from a place of love, sweetheart. I want to ensure that you’re living a life that’s not only fulfilling to you but also honorable in the eyes of God. That means making hard choices sometimes, sacrificing what we want in the moment for what we know is right in the long run.”
He leaned back, letting his words sink in. “And yes, I may have had coffee in the past, but life is a journey of constant learning and improvement. I too must strive to do better, to be a better example. We all must.”
Naomi closed her eyes. She knew how important her father’s approval was, but she couldn’t deny the profound connection she felt with Brody. It felt as if she were standing at a crossroads, torn between her past and her future.
“Father, please understand,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m not the same girl I used to be. I’ve grown and changed, and so have my beliefs.”
Pastor James’s expression hardened, his disappointment veiled by a calm demeanor. “If that’s the case,” he began, his voice steady yet imbued with a cold finality, “it’s time we had a serious conversation about where you stand with the Lord—and with this family.” He took a long, deep breath. “Perhaps the time has come for us to consider going our separate ways.”
Naomi let out a squeal of despair. Her father had threatened to disown her before, but it had never felt as real as this. Naomi’s mother had died when she was just a girl, and the thought of being separated from her only family left in this world was too awful to bear.
“Pastor James,” Brody interjected before Naomi could find her voice, his tone steady despite the precarious situation. “I should have introduced myself properly earlier. My name is Brody Walker, and I am Naomi’s . . . husband.”
Naomi’s eyes widened in shock at his sudden declaration, but she managed to keep her composure, realizing that this was their best chance at appeasing her father. Her heart raced as she considered Brody’s bold lie, wondering if he truly meant the implications behind it or if it was simply a desperate attempt to save face.
“You’re married?” Pastor James echoed, raising an eyebrow. “This is surprising news, considering I was not informed nor invited to such an event.”
“Father, it all happened so quickly,” Naomi stammered nervously, her mind scrambling for an explanation that would make sense. “We just knew that we were meant to be together. We decided to get married in a small, intimate ceremony. Just the two of us. On the beach.”
“Rest assured, sir,” Brody said firmly, joining them at the table. “I am a wealthy man—a millionaire, in fact—and I promise to take good care of your daughter. She will want for nothing under my care.”
Naomi’s eyes widened. A millionaire? Now he was just pushing it too far.
Pastor James stared at them both, his dark eyes scrutinizing each of their faces as if attempting to discern the truth of their words.
Naomi held her breath.
“Is this true, Naomi?” Pastor James asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the disappointment evident in his tone. “You entered into a holy covenant without your family present?”
“Father, I love Brody,” Naomi said, her voice trembling with emotion. “And he loves me.”
“It’s true,” said Brody, taking her hand. “I do love your daughter. Very, very much.” He looked into Naomi’s eyes with such sincerity that her heart melted.
For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air as Pastor James considered their words, his gaze flicking between his daughter and the man who claimed to be her husband. “Naomi,” he said finally, “I need you to get dressed. You’re coming with me.”
“Father, no!” Naomi exclaimed, her grip on Brody’s hand growing tighter. “Please, I’m happy here with Brody. Just give us a chance.”
“Enough!” Pastor James snapped, his patience evidently wearing thin. “We’re going for a walk. A long one.”
Brody squeezed Naomi’s hand reassuringly, his warm blue eyes meeting hers. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered, his words laced with determination. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Naomi nodded, her resolve wavering under the weight of her father’s disapproval. As much as she wanted to believe Brody, she couldn’t shake the feeling that their newfound happiness was slipping through her fingers like sand.