Chapter 21
CHAPTER 21
Amber
I’m a limp noodle when Daddy finally pulls out of me. He grabs the base of the condom and holds it in place as he removes his magical cock from my body.
He breathes a sigh of relief as he removes it and snags a tissue to wrap it up. “Well, now we know my condoms can hold a fuck lot of come.”
I can’t move, but I stare at him. “I get a birth control shot every three months, Isaac. You don’t need to use condoms. I haven’t been with another man since long before I met you.”
He drops the tissue-wrapped condom in the trashcan before settling his hands on both sides of me and meeting my gaze. “Your tone was a bit rough there, baby.”
I lick my lips. I hadn’t meant to sound like anything. I was just giving him information. “You looked relieved to find out you hadn’t gotten any semen inside me.”
He shakes his head. “Let me make something very clear here, baby.”
Is this when he tells me he doesn’t want kids and never will? Because that’s the vibe I’m getting. I’m not sure how I feel about kids. Maybe I won’t ever want them either, but it sort of rubs me wrong for him to be that adamant about it without asking me.
“Amber, eyes on mine.”
I shift my gaze slowly to his. I guess I looked away to have my little pity party. This is the first time Isaac has done something that felt less than absolutely perfect. I shouldn’t suddenly decide we can’t forge a relationship just because he doesn’t want kids. That’s unreasonable.
“Baby, I can read your expressions as if you’re shouting your thoughts.”
I swallow.
“Do not misunderstand my reaction to the intact condom, Amber. In no way am I concerned about you being free of sexually transmitted diseases, nor do I care if you ever get pregnant. You’re mine for life. I’ll remind you every day until you believe me and every day afterward to ensure you still believe me. In sickness and in health. The reason I was glad the condom held is partly because I selfishly would like to have you all to myself for a while before we add another human to our family. But also because it’s my responsibility to protect you, and that includes protecting you against unwanted pregnancy. We haven’t discussed if you even want children, let alone when. It would be irresponsible of me to impregnate you if you weren’t ready for motherhood or never wanted to be. We have a million things to discuss, and that’s way down on the long list. In the meantime, I would’ve kicked myself if I spilled my seed into you without your permission. Okay?”
My lips tremble, and I can’t stop the tears again. “You keep making me cry,” I whisper.
He smiles. “You may cry all you want as long as I make you happy.” He kisses me gently as though I were spun gold.
“I don’t know how I feel about kids. I’ve never thought about it,” I admit.
“Then, see? In the meantime, my job is to make sure you’re not faced with a decision you’re not ready to make.”
“Okay, but I’m on birth control, so you don’t have to worry.”
“And now I know that.” He smiles.
“I love you.”
His smile grows. “I love you, too, Amber.” He scoops me off the bed, making me squeal.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re going to take a bath.”
“We?”
“Yep. An adult bath. The kind where I get in with you, sit behind you, wash you, spread your legs, and remind you that I can and will make you come over and over.”
I giggle. He keeps surprising me. I didn’t think that was possible.
He stands me on my feet in the bathroom and points toward the toilet. “Pee, baby.”
I watch as he turns on the water in the tub and holds a hand under it. “What if I don’t need to pee?” I challenge.
He glances over his shoulder. “Do it anyway. Women need to pee after sex to keep bacteria out of their urethras.”
I’m so startled by his knowledge I simply stare at him.
He nods at the toilet again. “Amber…”
“I’m not sure I can pee with you watching.”
“I’m quite certain you can, baby, and you will. I’m a possessive Dominant, Amber. I will boss around your adult just as much as your Little. I will always see to your health. Right now, it’s important for your health that you pee.”
“It doesn’t change my health any for you to step outside while I do it,” I point out because I can’t stop myself from challenging him. It’s who we are. It’s what we do.
He puts the stopper in the bathtub and rises to his full height, turning to face me. His glorious cock is still mostly hard, and he has no modesty. His hands come to his hips, and he narrows his gaze.
Oops. Did I push him too far? I almost want to giggle because I like testing him to find out what he will do each time I tempt him. It won’t always be this way because we’ll get to know each other better, and I’ll be able to guess what punishments he might dole out.
“Elimination is part of life, Amber. I’m not the least bit bothered by bodily functions. You’ll get over yourself fast because I will guide your Little into the bathroom, pull your panties down, sit you on the potty, and squat in front of you while I wait for you to do your business. Your Little won’t balk as easily as your adult. But your adult just got fucked by your man, and your man intends to fingerfuck you in the bathtub until you splash water out all over the floor. It’ll be easier if you stay in your adult headspace for the next few minutes until we get to that part. But if you’d rather continue to test me, I’ll sit you on that toilet, wait for you to potty, and wipe you myself. You choose.”
I draw in a deep breath before stomping to the toilet and sitting. He doesn’t even turn away. He continues to stare at me.
“Cassandra was right,” I grumble.
He chuckles. “This ought to be good.”
“She calls you Mr. Bossypants.”
He laughs so hard his body shakes. “I’m okay with that. Pee, baby.” He finally turns around, and it’s such a relief that I somehow manage to empty my bladder without more arguments.
After I wipe and flush, I wash my hands, all the while thinking silently how fucking sexy it is that Mr. Bossypants just ordered me to pee in front of him. He’s so controlling, and I love it. But I don’t need to tell him that. His head is big enough already.
He steps into the tub and holds out a hand. “Be careful you don’t get your chin too wet. It’s okay to soak your body, but you don’t want to let your wound soak in the bath water for a few more days.”
I take his hand, step over the side, and we both lower to sitting with him spooning me from behind. I lean back against him and sigh. The water feels amazing as it rises around us. I haven’t been this relaxed in a long time.
He strokes up and down my arms and kisses my neck. “You’ve been through a lot, and you’ve dealt with things most people never have to deal with. I know you’ve put on a front for ten years, pretending everything in your world was totally fine—mostly to reassure your brother. But you haven’t fooled me. I know you still feel the effects of your kidnapping and captivity. I want to be your soft place. I want you to be able to let your body relax. Let me shoulder some of the weight of your burden. Let me take care of you.”
I purse my lips and nod. I can’t even respond without crying for a few minutes. Finally, I manage to inhale and say, “I worry I will wear you out. What if I’m always a needy burden?”
“You will never be a burden, baby. You need to think about this from a different angle. Were you a needy burden when I met you?”
“Yes.” I don’t hesitate.
“That’s a horrible way to describe it, but the words are yours, not mine. Have I been here the entire time?”
I sigh. “Yeah.”
“Here’s how I’m wired, baby. I’m a Dominant through and through. I thrive on caring for my submissive.”
My breath hitches, and I twist my body to look at him. “Then what if later I’m not a needy burden?”
He laughs. “Amber, must you invent problems?”
I can’t keep from smiling as I shrug. “Probably.”
His eyes crinkle as he guides me back against him. “Baby, I’m a caregiver. That’s all you need to understand. If you have a problem, I will do everything in my power to fix it or protect you from it. If you don’t have a problem, I’ll still coddle you, cook for you, tuck you into bed, bathe you, dress you, and just about any other thing you can think of that a Daddy might do.”
“Are you going to paint for me?” I ask, joking.
“Definitely not. I don’t have that kind of talent. But I will make sure you eat when you’ve been working for too many hours. I’ll wash your fingers in the sink when they’re covered with graphite or paint. I’ll whisper naughty things in your ear when we’re at an opening and you’re wearing one of those fucking sexy dresses so I can see your nipples press against the fabric.”
My body shakes with laughter. “What if other people see them?”
He kisses my neck and cups my breasts, his thumbs stroking over my nipples. “They will only get teased by the hint of these buds. They’ll never get to see them naked. They’re mine.”
I shiver. He’s so possessive, and I fucking love it. I also love it when he lowers one hand between my legs and presses a finger into me.
“Lift your legs over mine, baby,” he orders, his voice all sexy and gravelly.
I do as I’m told, feeling extremely exposed when he presses my knees wider. I grip the sides of the tub.
“That’s my good girl,” he coos into my ear. “Let me make you feel good.”
“You’ve already done so several times,” I point out, my voice high-pitched because he’s slowly stroking my G-spot.
He licks my ear. “Baby, there’s no limit on how many times I’ll fuck you with my fingers, my mouth, or my cock. Hell, I’ll use inanimate objects when I feel like it. From now on, I live to see that blissful look on your face, the one where you’re so shocked that you came.”
I moan as my pussy clenches his finger.
“That’s my good girl…” He eases that finger out and trails it lower.
I gasp when he touches my other hole. My body stiffens. “Daddy…”
He wraps his other arm around my middle and holds me tightly, keeping me from avoiding his touch. “This is mine, too, Amber. Every bit of you.”
My cheeks heat. “I haven’t…”
“You will, though. You’ll let Daddy penetrate your bottom with my fingers until you’re eventually ready to take my cock.” He pushes a finger into me as he speaks.
I’m panting, and my heart is racing. This is so naughty. “Daddy…”
He eases his finger in and out of me. “Let it feel good, baby.”
“I don’t think I can.” I can’t relax enough to accept this.
“You can.” His thumb comes to my clit, and he wiggles his finger inside my rectum while he strokes my swollen nub.
Damn him. The two actions together create a new sensation that’s dirty and oddly delicious at the same time. It’s impossible not to enjoy what he’s doing with his finger while he rubs my clit with his thumb.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “Accept me into your body.”
I can’t catch my breath. My legs are shaking. I’m going to come. That embarrasses me. Two seconds ago, I was opposed to this, and now I’m going to orgasm.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispers, nibbling on my ear. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
He lowers his other hand and thrusts two fingers into my pussy.
I scream when I come. This time, I know I scream. He can’t prove I ever did before, though.
Eventually, my body relaxes yet again, and Daddy pulls his fingers out of me and washes me. By the time he has me cleaned to his satisfaction and lifts me out of the tub, I’m definitely Little. I probably need to retreat into my Little space to collect my thoughts.
Daddy dries me off and guides me into my bedroom. He opens my underwear drawer, shuffles around in it, and finally holds up a pair of plain white panties.
I scrunch my face.
He chuckles as he squats in front of me. “I’ll order you more panties that are suitable for your Little. The thongs you have are sexy, and I’ll be happy to see them on you when we’re in a frisky mood. But when you’re Little, you’ll feel more regressed if you wear panties that match your age.”
I grab his shoulders and step in. He’s right. I feel decidedly Little wearing these. I don’t even remember why I have them.
He picks out a dress from the laundry basket next and holds it up. “Arms up, baby.”
I let him lower it down my body and smile as I slide deeper. It’s kind of scary letting myself go to this place I’ve only recently discovered for myself. I’m vulnerable, and it requires me to trust this man to keep me safe and not hurt me.
He leads me back to the bathroom and opens a drawer. “It’s been a while since I fixed a Little girl’s hair, so bear with me while I get the hang of it.”
I watch in the mirror while he carefully brushes out my hair, parts it, and gathers it into two high pigtails. He does a great job. When he’s done, I spin around and hug him tightly.
My heart is racing. I’m so happy. Can this really work for us?