Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Something happened the moment I whispered those words. I could’ve sworn I felt the padlock on the metal cage turn, opening and falling into the void within me. For once, I thought I could finally understand what it meant to be…free.
Emerson rose from the floor and held out his hand for me to take.
I stared at it, the image blurry as tears flooded my vision.
They were tears of relief. They were tears from finally getting something I’d longed for all this time, without even realizing that’s what I needed.
I took his hand, letting him pull me up from the couch.
Immediately, he cupped my face in his hands, swiping away the stray tears that had fallen. “I’ve got you, baby. Daddy’s here, okay? You don’t need to worry about a single thing. Just let me take care of you.”
I only nodded for as long as I did because it meant I could feel his palms rub against my cheek.
When he pulled away, I followed him to the bedroom, trying to keep any unnecessary nerves at bay.
Emerson—Daddy—led me to the bed, waiting until I sat on the edge of it before he reached down, gripping the hem of my shirt.
He didn’t say anything as he slid his hands up my sides, pulling it over my head.
He didn’t say anything while his eyes roamed over my body, his lip tugging between his teeth.
He didn’t utter a single word as I helped him take my pants and briefs off.
Daddy just stared at me, taking all of me in once I was bare for him.
I didn’t shy away, didn’t try to hide any part of me, letting him have his fill.
When he found my gaze again, he smiled. A big, warm, comforting smile I’d grown to miss if I didn’t see it at least once a day. “Do you have a safe word in mind, brat? Just in case.”
I didn’t have to think about it for very long. “Beets. It reminds me of my brothers. Kills a boner in two seconds flat.”
His eyebrows shot up, but only for a second before he started to laugh. “I’d say that’s pretty fair.” I watched as he crawled onto the bed, resting his back against the headboard. “Come here, brat. Sit on my lap.”
I did as he asked, throwing my legs over his hips, the material of his sweatpants soft against my bare ass. Looking down at him, I placed my palms on his chest, letting the brattiness settle until I knew what he was up to.
My eyelids fluttered closed as he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him.
“You look fucking gorgeous like this, baby. I’ve always loved your body.
Your tattoos are fucking beautiful. But the one thing I’ve had my eye on since I first saw them poking through your tank top?
” He leaned forward, flicking his tongue across one of my nipples, growling as he pulled away.
“These. These sexy fucking nipples. God, I just want to bite them.”
I let my head fall back as I moaned, arching into him. “Do it,” I whispered.
“Want me to bite you, baby? Want me to leave my teeth marks on you?”
“Please.”
“Whatever you want.” His teeth scraped over my nipple, his lips bumping the bars in them as he bit down on the pebbled tip.
I gasped and groaned as the pleasure shot straight to my cock, only making me eager for more.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, pushing him closer to me by the back of his head.
I needed him as close as humanly possible—I needed to be sure he was right there, and there was no chance of him leaving.
Tugging on the strands made him moan against my skin, his breath hot as it wafted over me.
My hips seemed to move by themselves as I ground down on the thickening bulge beneath me.
His teeth scraped my skin, biting down on a different part of my chest. Every bite of his teeth was bringing me higher and higher, sending shock after shock of unmatched pleasure straight through my entire body.
He was marking me. Owning me. My cock was begging, and I was close to following as the need for friction built and built until I was damn near frantic. I could’ve come from this alone.
Daddy pulled away from my chest, looking up at me, his mouth slightly parted, his lips a gentle shade of red. “I can feel you leaking on me, Moon.”
With every grind of my hips, I’d been rubbing against his stomach, my dick trapped between our bodies. It wasn’t enough. I wasn’t sure if it ever would be. “Daddy, please.”
“Oh, the brat can beg, can he?”
I bit my lip, too turned on to give a fuck. “Yes. Yes, I’ll beg if I have to.”
“What do you need? Tell me.”
“I need you to fuck me. Please. I need you inside of me.”
He slid his hands around my waist, lowering them to cup my ass. “You want me to fuck you?” He squeezed my ass cheeks, pulling and massaging them. “You want me to fill this pretty hole up?”
I snuck my hand between us, the friction from his stomach so far from enough, I had to wrap my hand around myself to alleviate some of the ache.
“Yes, Daddy. Please, just fuck me. Please, please, please.” Under normal circumstances, I’d start to wonder who the fuck I was because this wasn’t like me.
Nobody had ever gotten to me like this, to the point I’d found myself begging for them to take me the way I was willing to beg him.
“Not if you keep touching yourself like that, I won’t.” He grabbed my wrist, pulling it away. “Hands off.”
I was panting at this point, out of breath and so fucking horny, I was sure I was going to lose it all.
Lose my composure and burst into tears, or do something equally as embarrassing.
I watched as he leaned back again, trailing his eyes down my body as I sat above him, completely on display.
There was a hunger in them—a light he got in them when he looked at me.
I loved how bright it was. It made me feel bright.
It made me feel like I could be something other than a decaying darkness.
“Sit here and look pretty for a second. Don’t you dare think about touching that gorgeous cock of yours. I need to grab something.”
Crawling off him, I sat off to the side as he stood, pulling his sweatpants down.
He turned around, digging in one of the dresser drawers, the muscles in his upper back working with each shift of his arms, each of them leading a path down the perfect curve of his perfect bubble butt.
I was mesmerized, lost in the art that was Emerson Blake, my Daddy, my boyfriend, my friend, my everything.
I trusted him.
Truly, honestly, I trusted him to see me this way. I trusted that he would take care of me. I trusted that he would take control and not abuse it. I trusted him in a way I never thought I’d trust a single person ever again.
I didn’t need to give my heart to him—he’d had it from the start.
When he turned around, I immediately dropped my eyes to his dick, which was leaking just as much as mine. My mouth watered as I imagined it in my mouth, thinking of how it felt deep down my throat, threatening my gag reflex.
He sat back on the bed, lube in one hand, and a dress tie in the other. I raised my eyebrow at him curiously. “What’s the tie for?”
“For bratty hands that like to wander.” He gestured to his lap. “For now, though, I want you to show me how you get yourself ready for me. Right here.”
Fuck. I liked that. I really fucking liked that. I went to throw my leg over him again when he stopped me.
“Nope. Turn around, baby. I wanna see it all.”
My eyes widened. “Wait, really?”
One of his eyebrows went up. “Is it a limit?”
I shook my head quickly. “No.”
“Then don’t disobey Daddy.”
I swallowed a whimper, turning around and positioning myself with my ass almost right in his face.
The bottle of lube rolled right by me, waiting for me to use it.
Just as I picked it up, he groaned from behind me, his palms resting on my ass cheeks.
I heard him mutter something under his breath, though I couldn’t fully make it out.
Opening the lube, I poured a generous amount into my hand and reached behind me. The first touch against my rim had me shivering, knowing Daddy was watching.
“That’s it, baby. Show me what to do.”
I closed my eyes, applied pressure, and sucked in a deep breath as I slid one finger in.
I hadn’t done this in so long, I’d almost forgotten how fucking good it felt.
Being stretched open, whether it was by my hand or not, was otherworldly.
It was like all the nerve endings that were already on fire suddenly raged, scorching every inch of my skin.
One was never enough. I wasn’t sure there ever would be enough until I had his cock inside me. The moment I felt like I could handle it, I slid another one in, moaning and struggling to hold myself up with my other arm.
“Fucking hell, the way you open up for me. Keep going. Keep fucking yourself with your fingers, and I’ll be able to replace them soon enough.”
His encouragement was everything I needed.
I gave up trying to stay upright, letting my cheek rest against his bare thigh, feeling his leg hairs tickle my skin.
I spread my fingers, pumping them in and out, getting ready for him.
Getting ready for Daddy to fill me to the fucking brim.
It was the only thing I could think of as I pushed a third finger inside, listening to the groans from behind me.
I could feel his cock beneath me, which drove me fucking wild.
It shouldn’t be there. It should be inside me. Right now.
“Please. Please, I’m ready. Can I get up now? I can’t wait. Don’t make me wait.”
“Shh,” He wrapped his fingers around my wrist. “I won’t make you wait, baby. I’ve got you. Come on.”
I could’ve cried again. Knowing he had me, knowing he made the choice for me—it was a weight lifted from my body and onto his shoulders that I didn’t have to bear. There was nothing to worry about. There was nothing to be anxious about. He had me.