Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Sonja arrived home pondering how easily she’d called Derek ‘Daddy’. Maybe she was a Little. Perhaps she was starting to trust him. Was it time to explain her history with her father to him?
Snuggles met her at the door, eager for cuddles and food. She was never sure which was the higher priority for him. She picked him up to carry him to the kitchen. “You’re still losing weight, baby. Your appetite was supposed to get better when we fixed your tooth.” Snuggles licked her hand as she put him down. “How about some stinky fish tonight? Would that stay down, do you think?” She opened the can, scooped half of it onto a plate, and put it on the floor. Snuggles approached it eagerly but ate only three bites before walking away. “Snuggles! What am I doing wrong? Well, maybe you’ll feel like more in a while.” He followed her into the bedroom and jumped up onto the bed to watch her as she took off her clothes and grabbed her robe. “I’m sorry, Snuggles. I need to get a shower before Derek gets here. We’ll cuddle more later.”
She came back into the bedroom fifteen minutes later to find Snuggles at the edge of the bed looking ready to jump, but he wasn’t moving. “What’s the matter, big boy? Do you need help getting down?” Snuggles looked at her and meowed. She grabbed a chair that usually had clothes on it and set it closer to the bed. Snuggles still didn’t move, so she picked him up and put him on the chair. “Can you get down now?” The cat meowed again, and she put him on the floor. He went straight to the kitchen, and Sonja followed. Snuggles ignored his food dish and went to the fountain that he drank from, as he preferred his water running. She was pleased to see he drank quite a bit, since she knew it helped his kidneys. She left him at the fountain and went to get dressed.
Twenty minutes later, she was ready for Derek. She had the coffee table set for dinner and sat down to wait. Snuggles had been in his bed on the end of the couch but got up and came to her as soon as she’d made a lap. “Oh, Snuggles, Derek is coming soon. The lap is going to be temporary, but you can stay until he’s here, I guess. It’s good I unlocked the door. That gives you a couple of extra minutes since I can reach the door buzzer from here.” Snuggles purred his agreement and they sat quietly for several more minutes before she heard the distinctive sound of the lobby bell. She reached over and held the buzzer control down for a count of twenty, which should be enough time for Derek to get through the locked entrance. When she heard the knock on her door three minutes later, she called out, “Come in. It’s open.” She turned her head as Derek entered. “Sorry I didn’t get up, but Snuggles decided to take over my lap and I’m trapped.” She pointed downward. “He doesn’t seem to be feeling well tonight.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but how did the door come to be unlocked?” Derek’s expression was soft as he considered the cat, but his voice sounded unnecessarily stern to Sonja. “You had to open the door before you sat down.”
“What do you mean?” Sonja was puzzled. “If I’m expecting someone, I unlock the door. It’s no big deal.”
“What if I hadn’t been me, but someone who took advantage of the fact you were expecting someone?” Derek continued.
“That’s awfully far-fetched, isn’t it?”
“Maybe, but I would appreciate it if you would keep the door locked until you’ve looked through the peephole to know for sure who’s out there.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Sonja said, humoring him.
“Watch your tone, little girl.” Derek sat down next to her and opened the takeout containers to serve their dinner. “Can you eat with Snuggles in your lap?”
“Not very easily.” She looked down at the cat, who was getting interested in the food on the coffee table. “I’m sorry, baby boy, but you’re going to have to go back to your bed.” She followed her words with actions, and Snuggles quickly settled back in his spot.
Sonja filled Derek in on her doctor’s appointment as they ate.
“Have you read the information Erin gave you?”
Sonja nodded. “I did.”
“Is it okay for me to read it, too?”
“Yes, I’ll get it for you.” She half rose.
Derek smiled. “After dinner will be okay. If your insurance doesn’t cover the test, I can help you with the expense.”
Sonja shook her head. “Not necessary. It’s all covered but my deductible. I plan to do it soon.”
Her answer seemed to satisfy Derek, and as he rose to get dessert, Sonja fetched the papers on fibroid cysts. They settled over their cobbler.
Derek took one bite and let out a satisfied groan. “Damn, babygirl, this is incredible. Sweet, buttery, just the right amount of spice. I could eat this every day.” He scooped up another bite, shaking his head in appreciation. “You sure you didn’t sneak Suzie over here to make this?”
Sonja said, “This is good, but Suzie’s is the best I’ve ever had. She doesn’t make it very often, though, mostly in the summer when she can get really good fresh peaches.”
“That’s a shame. You’ve got a little around the corner of your mouth. Allow me.” He leaned over her and licked first at the smidge of cobbler and then turned it into a kiss that tasted like peaches and Derek, with a hint of fried chicken.
“I want to try something different tonight, to celebrate. How would you feel about learning how pleasure and pain can go together?” Derek asked.
She stiffened. “I don’t like pain.”
He made a low sound in his throat. “Didn’t you like the nipple clamps?”
Poop and hairballs!
“Well, that’s different. The clamp didn’t hurt, um, much.” She looked up at him, and he stared down at her with a small smile that was almost hidden by his beard. Did she amuse him, or was he making fun of her? She wished she could read him as easily as he could her.
“Do you trust me to give you a sensual spanking, babygirl?”
Do I?
And when did ‘babygirl’ become an endearment to her? What was he doing to her?
Her “Okay” came out breathless. “We can try that, but you’ll stop if I don’t like it?”
“Babygirl.”
Sonja held up her hand and laughed. “You know, you can say a whole paragraph with only the words ‘babygirl’.” One eyebrow rose, and she elaborated, “Babygirl, your safeword always works. Babygirl, don’t let your insecurities get the better of you. Oh, and of course,” Sonja lowered her tone to a seductive timbre, “Babygirl, with you over my lap and my hand against your ass, I’m going to make you come.”
Derek threw his head back and roared with laughter before tugging on her hair and mouthing “Brat” to her.
Sonja shrugged. “You like it.”
“I do, baby. I do. Now get into the bedroom and get naked!”
He swatted at her ass, and Sonja squealed before taking off. She liked a lot about Derek, but his playful side was a bonus. She’d never expected to have fun with a man, let alone a Dom.
She hurried to the bedroom and started shedding her clothes as she stepped over the threshold. She wasn’t self-conscious around Derek anymore. This was another revelation that made her pause.
In normal life, Sonja couldn’t care less how people viewed her body, but when it came to men and sex, she’d always felt less desirable because of her size. Men preferred smaller women, didn’t they? But Derek didn’t. He liked her and her body just fine.
The man of her thoughts marched into the room and again raised his eyebrow. Sonja looked down at herself and giggled. She had taken off her shoes, dress, panties, and one stocking, which left her in her bra, garter belt, and the other stocking. She made quick work of the rest and joined him at the edge of the bed.
He was still fully clothed and looked yummy. “Come here.”
Sonja drew closer, and Derek held up a gadget that had some kind of harness. “Ever used a butterfly?”
“No, Sir.”
He smiled. “We’ll discuss what you think of it after.”
Sonja closed her eyes in exasperation. What was with the guy and his talks? In her experience, no man liked to talk as much as Derek.
“Hold on to my shoulders.” Derek helped Sonja step into the butterfly, then he fastened the straps and made sure the center of the device was on her clitoris.
He patted his upper legs. “Over.”
Sonja chewed her bottom lip. She was curious, she wanted to submit, but this moment was always hard. She wished he would pull her over his lap and get it over with, but Derek wasn’t that kind of man. If needed, he could wait all night.
She turned and positioned herself over his knees, and he helped her as she adjusted to the feeling.
“Put your hands on the floor, babygirl.”
She did as he ordered.
“No strains or pains?”
She shook her head. “No, Daddy.”
“Use yellow if that changes.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He checked the harness’ fit and picked up a remote control in his left hand.
A small hum started between her legs. Oh, the butterfly!
He caressed her bottom with his right hand, and the dual sensation had her squirming on his lap.
“I want you to hold still, baby.”
Bound by his words as effectively as she would have been by rope, all Sonja could do was absorb the intensified sensations.
Oh, the man knows what he’s doing.
She took a startled gulp of air as the first volley of slaps landed on her ass. Her first inclination was to clench, but she remembered to relax. Sonja curled her fingers in the long, soft strands of the rug at the foot of the bed. He took his time, alternating between fondling, stroking, and peppering her ass with light slaps. The hum of the butterfly was a constant distraction that added to her state of arousal, but it didn’t send her over the edge.
Derek looked down at Sonja’s delectable ass. He massaged the big globes and pulled them apart to take in her dark, puckered entrance. He was dying to introduce her to the pleasure of anal sex, but she wasn’t ready. He could play, though. He wished they could ditch the condoms. The were both clean, but with Sonja’s family history, he wouldn’t want her to use hormone-laden treatment. He would consider a vasectomy; it might be the best way to prevent pregnancy.
Sonja squirmed on his lap, and he realized he had been staring and fantasizing for a bit too long. He smiled. His brat!
He sped up the butterfly, and she stilled her movement and moaned. Now, wasn’t that a lovely sound? Once again, he peppered her cheeks with a volley of light slaps, making sure he spread his aim. He braced his leg muscles and placed his slaps a bit lower, pressing the butterfly harder against her core. A sheen of perspiration on her back showed him she was close. All right, time to finish this!
He used the remote to speed up the butterfly to maximum power and was rewarded with a stiffening of Sonja’s entire body. He landed the last three strokes, and Sonja came with abandon. She almost bucked from his lap, so he anchored her to him with his right arm while he slowed the butterfly to its lowest setting, not wanting to take away all the sensations at once. Sonja shuddered and moaned, and he helped her rise slowly, studying her face for signs of dizziness. When he was satisfied with her stability, he settled her on his lap and pressed her head against his chest.
For a moment, she was silent. Then, with a shuddering exhale, her fingers curled into his shirt, and the dam broke. Silent at first, then deep, shivering sobs. He didn’t hush her, didn’t tell her it was okay—he just held her, rubbing slow circles on her back as she cried. Letting her release whatever storm had been swirling inside her.
When her breathing evened, he reached for a tissue from the nightstand and gently wiped her cheeks. "How do you feel?"
She hesitated and sniffled. "Confused."
Derek pressed a kiss to her temple. "Why?"
"I liked it… and I didn’t. It’s all a jangled mess in my head."
"Ah." He smoothed a hand over her hair, pressing her closer. "Maybe your body liked it, but your mind’s still trying to catch up?"
Sonja stirred against him, sitting up just enough to meet his gaze. "That’s it. That’s exactly it. My emotions and reason aren’t on the same page." Her lips parted, and she seemed to be searching for the right words. "I thought it would hurt—and it did—but in a way that made everything more intense. And I liked that. I liked all of it."
She snuggled back into him, pressing her face to his chest. Derek tightened his arms around her.
They didn’t need words after that.
He could sit here for the rest of his life and be content.