Chapter 7 – Michael
CHAPTER 7
MICHAEL
I sit there, my fingers itching to touch her, even as I hold back. There’s indecision warring in her eyes, and damn if that doesn’t make me even harder. Normally, I wouldn't have to coddle a play partner this way, but with Rosalind, she’s worth the restraint.
For the first time, I can explore this with someone new. I can take the time to build the intimacy that comes with being a Daddy. How long have I wanted this, waited for this? Rosalind’s uncertainty is what makes it all the more enticing and delectable.
It’s that frisson of fear tainting this moment that has me wanting to shove my cock so deep into her pussy she’ll never be able to even think of another Alpha again. I want to drive every memory of Jacob so far from her that she’ll never even remember him. But most of all, I want that moment where her body finally lets go and she surrenders to me.
She’s so close. So very close. Every inch of her body is primed, ready, desperate, and needy. The fact that part of her wants this as much as I do is half the battle.
Easing my way forward, I grip the waistband of her pajama pants and slowly inch them down, leaving her panties on. For every bit of skin I reveal, I kiss her, keeping things light and fun. When I get to her feet, I dig my fingers into her tight soles, earning a soft groan.
Her thighs part as she relaxes into my touch, revealing the outline of her pussy pressed tightly against the cotton fabric. It sticks to her, clinging to her skin with how wet she is. Even covered up, I can tell her lower lips are puffy and swollen.
God but her panties are already drenched, fairly dripping with slick. Crawling up, I allow the tip of my cock to brush against her. A startled gasp flies from her lips as her large gaze meets mine.
It’s torture holding myself back like this. But it’s the groundwork I need to lay in order to garner her trust. She’s worth this discomfort. She’s worth me taking my time with her.
“P-please,” she whimpers, her head falling back.
“Now, now, baby girl. You’re going to have to ask specifically for what you want. I’m not a mind reader. Do you want me to touch you? To slide my fingers into this soaking wet pussy of yours? Do you want my tongue to lap at that little clit? Do you want me to spank you or fuck you? Because make no mistake, after seeing how wet you are for me, both are going to happen. I’ll allow you to decide what order I put them in.”
“Sp-spank me. Please, just spank me!”
“Since my good girl begged so nicely…” Shifting around, I let my feet rest against the floor as I maneuver her in between my legs.
With each movement, her thigh brushes against my cock, making my eyes nearly cross with need. This will no doubt be the quickest spanking I’ve ever done in my life. Tipping her across my thigh, I shift so that she can partially recline on the bed, allowing her a sense of stability.
Once she knows spanking can be a pleasurable experience, then I’ll take away that safety net and have her balance across me, her fingers pressed against the floor as I warm her ass. Before I start, I run my hand over the back of her skull, running my fingers across her scalp. Poor little thing is still so tense.
After a moment or two, she melts into the bed, and that’s when I go to work. Grabbing her panties, I pull them up a little, just enough to expose her round bottom to my gaze but not enough to lodge the fabric in between her ass cheeks. I squeeze one round globe and then the other, reveling in the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingers.
She sighs and shifts in my arms, her body still a little rigid. Lifting my hand, I pop her cheek with my fingers, letting her get used to the sensation of being touched this way. Once that proves to be manageable for her, I tap the other.
Lifting a bit higher, I come down, allowing the weight of my hand to press into her ass, spanking her just a touch harder. She squirms as arousal perfumes the air. Oh, my little girl likes this.
Based on the way her inner thighs glisten as she shifts about, she likes it a lot. Each smack is harder than the first. I move my hand around, getting a nice even red. Soon, she juts her ass into the air, silently begging for my dominance.
After several minutes, I slide my fingers lower, touching her through the tight, wet fabric of her panties. Rosalind arches back, her body bowing with need. Frantic whines rip from her throat as she claws at the sheets.
“Words, babygirl. What is it you want from me?”
“I… please… oh God. Just please. I need you to touch me.”
“Oh, but I am touching you.”
Desperation laces her tone. “Harder. Deeper. Just. I… oh please. Daddy, please,” she begs, stopping as she realizes what she just said.
My cock jerks between us, rubbing against her side. There’s no hint of sarcasm in her plea. It’s just raw, unadulterated need.
“I hear you, baby girl,” I murmur, lifting her into my arms. “But Daddy is going to tease you first. I want you even wetter before I fuck that tight pussy of yours.”
Incoherent whines fill the air as I lay her down on the bed. Without removing her panties, I slide the tip of my finger down the front, grazing her before dancing away. Arousal coats the fabric.
Leaning down, I lap at her, the sensations dulled by the cotton barrier between us. Fuck me but she tastes like heaven. There’s a sweetness there, like summer berries covered in sugar. She’s like a frozen treat on a hot summer day.
I’m unwilling to torture us any longer. Grabbing the band of her panties, I slide them down and fling them to the side, revealing her soft, swollen, drenched lower lips. Spreading her thighs apart, I dip my face down, taking in the scent of her arousal.
Like a famished man, I feast upon her, licking and sucking. I leave no bit of her pussy untouched. Only when she’s thrashing about, need evident in every tight line of her body, do I slide a pair of fingers inside her.
Her inner walls flutter around me, gripping me, milking my fingers as if it were a cock. Groaning, I continue to lap at her clit, curling my thick digits so they brush against her G-spot. Soft mewls of pleasure fill the room as she reaches between her thighs to grab my hair.
The soft pinpricks of pain spur me forward, feasting on her even more. I can’t get enough of her taste, her smell. All of it ricochets around my brain until I can’t even think straight.
Soon, her body explodes into a flurry of movement as her first orgasm rips through her. I continue pumping my fingers, riding out the wave as she bucks up underneath me. No longer can I continue to wait, not while her body begs for me.
Rising to my knees, I pull Rosalind forward until my tip bumps up against her opening. “I’m going to fuck you now, my lovely little Rosalind.” I give her several moments to voice any worries or tell me to stop, but she says nothing. Lining up my cock, I slide in, groaning as her welcoming heat surrounds me, engulfing me.
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Rosalind
With every inch he drives into me, impaling me, stretching me open, I lose just a little more of my sanity. He’s so thick, filling me so full I almost can’t breathe. And still, I want more.
The spanking was just the start. Now, I want to feel what else he can do to me. As the smacks got harder, it hurt, but nothing unbearable. Certainly not like anything Jacob ever did to me.
Every strike from Jacob was pain only. From Michael, however, it was different. Yes, there was a bite of hurt towards the end, but it was smothered with something else, something that still makes my insides twist with arousal. There’s a heat there, a burning need that won’t be satisfied.
Now, when he drifts his hands up to cup my breasts, that same warmth drifts through my body. He doesn’t even have to spank me to make me respond. I want him, body and soul.
Even as he pinches my nipples, hard, bringing back that bite of pain, I find that I’m no longer scared of it. I’m no longer scared of him.
With a loud groan, he sinks all the way into me, filling me up like I’ve never experienced before. His cock stretches me out and fills me in a way that leaves me needy and wanting. And then he moves. Oh God, does he move.
He pistons in and out of me, slamming into me, invading me with each stroke. Again, the tendrils of an orgasm beat at me, tempting me to fall back into the blissful abyss. I clench around him, dragging another delicious grunt from his lips.
His warm brown eyes peer into my soul as he rocks against me, owning me with his body, claiming me. I cling to his shoulders, holding on, desperate to stay in the moment and not fly apart. Even though my nails dig into him, he doesn’t seem to care.
With each hard thrust, he cracks away at my resolve, shattering my walls and defenses. I feel them crumble around me, sending a shard of fear into my heart. Panic threatens to beat at me, to derail the pleasurable feelings coursing through my body.
As if he can read my mind, Michael wraps his arms around me, enveloping me in his strong grasp. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s got you. Shatter for me, break apart. Trust me to put you back together.”
A sob rips from my throat as my body explodes around him. This orgasm is different from the other one. It’s as if I feel it from my very soul. Refusing to let me go, he continues to rock into me, impaling me with each thrust, dragging out the orgasm until every touch sends a shudder through my body.
With a loud shout, he grips my hips, holding me steady as he crashes into me one final time. At that moment, a sensation like I’ve never felt before draws my awareness in between my thighs.
He was big before, barely fitting, but now, it’s as if he’s getting even bigger. Smacking on his arms, I try to pull away but find that each tug brings a slice of discomfort through my core. It’s not painful exactly, but it’s enough to let me know I won’t like it if I keep fighting.
“Shhhh, sweetie,” he croons against my ear. “I’ve got you. Don’t pull away or you’ll hurt yourself on my knot. That’s the last thing I want to have happen.”
“Your knot?” My voice falters as my mind whirls about.
He looks down at me, confusion evident in his gaze. “Yes. It’s what’s keeping us locked together. I… as an omega that’s been married before, I thought you were aware.”
“No. It’s okay. It’s just… you knotted me?”
Michael rises onto his elbows. “Was I not supposed to?”
“I mean… you care enough about me to knot me? I didn’t realize you felt so strongly.”
Grabbing me into his arms, he rolls over, allowing me to sit on top. From this angle, the knot presses against that spot inside that makes my toes curl. Running my nails down his chest, I rock back and forth, grinding my clit against him.
He holds me still, wrapping his hands around my hips. “Talk to me. Then you can use me to get off.”
A whine hovers at the back of my throat as I look down at him, need flowing through my veins. “Jacob never knotted me,” I grit out, my body humming with arousal. “He didn’t want to get caught connected to me. Said that it would only slow him down if he had to get away. I… It wasn’t worth the time to stay locked inside me.”
Anger rolls off of Michael in waves, but he tempers it, sliding his fingers around to brush my clit. “You are more than worthy. Now ride me, baby. Let me watch you fall apart again.”
At his words, a shudder drifts through me. I obey his command, moving my hips, seeking out my pleasure. All the while, he speaks to me, urging me on as he touches me, teases me.
“If I have to spend the rest of my life showing you just how amazing you are, baby girl, I’ll do it,” he groans out, his cock jerking inside me. “Just give me the chance to be the Daddy you so desperately need.”
My core tightens at his words, another orgasm slamming into me. “Yes, Daddy!” I scream, my body melting as all the stress and pain leaches from me.
I’ve heard before that sex can be a powerful, healing tool, but until this moment, I never understood that. But now, with Daddy’s cock stuffing me full and his strong, powerful hands stroking my body, I get it. Who knew what I needed above all else was not just an Alpha, but a Daddy Alpha?