Chapter 18
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S omething remarkable happens to my brain whenever Wesley calls himself daddy, like there’s a dimmer on the switch that controls my shame and anxiety. Each time it happens, the bliss of being unencumbered by my mental litany of self-doubt surprises me. My desire to please him rises in its place, morphing into something so hot and potent it makes me squirm.
I would give anything to always feel the freedom I do as I slip between Wesley’s thighs and lower my mouth to his cock. I’m not the stressed, messy Ariana who almost broke up with the best thing that’s ever happened to her. I’m Wes’ baby girl. His to command and cherish. When I belong to my daddy, I finally feel safe to just be .
The feeling is only made more potent in the aftermath of our conversation about his nature. This isn’t just a kinky power exch ange game for him—it’s who he is at his core. And I’m starting to wonder if this version of me, the one on my knees letting go of control, is the truest one. I’m terrified that giving him the chance to help me will only lead to heartache and disaster, but there’s an inherent part of me that trusts Wesley like no one else.
With past partners, I was always self-conscious when giving head. Too nervous about not doing the right thing to explore any aspect of it beyond sucking them into my mouth and trying to get them off as quickly as possible. A shiver of pleasure and excitement runs down my spine as I lick a stripe from the base of Wesley’s cock to the flushed tip. He strokes a hand through my hair and makes a pleased hum, but doesn’t press me for more. The indulgence of getting to take my time with him thrills me and makes my clit spark, begging me to slip a hand between my legs despite my recent orgasm. Too bad I’d probably slip in the tub and fall face first into the water if I tried to hold myself up with only one arm.
The ache that builds between my thighs makes my slow exploration all the more enjoyable. I circle my tongue around his piercing, the cool metal a stark contrast to the flushed heat of his skin, teasing the underside before I close my lips around it to give a testing suck. Wesley hisses and bucks his hips, sending a ripple through the water that splashes over my breasts and my straining nipples. His grip on the edge of the tub tightens, and he sucks in a ragged breath.
Knowing he’s barely restraining himself to allow me all the time I need makes my head swim with a powerful mixture of lust and affection. He’s so good to me. How did I end up between the thighs of this magnificent minotaur? I return to the base of his cock and lick him from root to tip, savoring this gift.
Wesley strokes my cheek with his thumb as I reach the head of his cock again. Most guys would be pushing my head down and taking what they need, but he just smi les indulgently at me as I look up at him. “That’s it, angel. Get daddy’s dick nice and wet. Make sure you taste all of it.”
“Yes, daddy,” I murmur, holding his gaze as I continue to lavish every inch of his straining erection with my tongue. He tastes clean, with an underlying musk that makes me ache for him. When I swipe a bead of pre-cum that’s gathered at the tip of his cock, I treat it like a delicacy and a gift, letting it coat my tongue with a soft moan. Because that’s what every moment with Wesley feels like. It doesn’t hurt that it tastes faintly sweet, rather than the bitter salt of most cum I’ve encountered.
He groans, his pupils blown wide and his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths as I continue to explore his cock with kisses up the shaft and testing licks along the thick veins and leaking head. We’re both squirming when he finally breaks and fists his hand in my hair. “Wrap those pretty lips around it, baby girl. Daddy needs your mouth.”
I nod as best I can in his grip. “Please… fuck my mouth, daddy,” I murmur, feeling shy about asking something so crude but wanting him to take whatever he needs from me. I know from last time he worried about choking me with his monster cock, but right now I crave the feeling of him using me. When he lets go, I accept that I deserve his attention and affection, secure in the knowledge that I really am his pretty, perfect girl.
“Gods, Ari” he rasps, his eyes screwing shut like the sight of me begging between his thighs is too much for him to bear. When he opens them, his expression is tortured and burning with lust. “You sure you want that? Daddy’s been aching for your mouth since the last time. I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”
My stomach clenches with an aching pleasure. Yes, that’s exactly what I want. I grip his thighs and give him a soft smile. “I trust you. Please. ”
“Fuck,” he groans, tightening his grip on my hair. “Pinch my thigh if you need me to stop.”
“I will,” I say, my breath speeding up in anticipation. He’s going to choke me with his monster cock, and I’ve never been more turned on. “Thank you, daddy,” I add, relishing the look of wonder and hunger in my minotaur’s dark eyes.
“Such a naughty girl, begging daddy to fuck your mouth. Godsdamn, how did I get so lucky?” He guides the head of his cock between my lips with his free hand. “Open wide.”
I obey and he doesn’t wait any longer than it takes for me to part my lips before feeding the slick, blunt head into my mouth. It’s a struggle to accommodate even that much, the girth of his cock stretching my lips to their limit. With a cock his size, there're no thoughts of finesse—there’s only surrender and a feeble attempt not to scrape him with my teeth.
He observes my face with intense focus as he guides my head down on his dick, not putting any pressure on me beyond the natural weight of his hand. I gaze up at him in return, already feeling dizzy and a little drunk on the role I’ve taken on. I gag a little when he reaches the back of my tongue and he frowns and attempts to guide me back off of him, but I resist and take him down even further on my own.
“ Shit .” His hips press up to meet my mouth in an involuntary thrust. “You want it bad, don’t you? Such a dirty girl,” Wesley rumbles, his voice hoarse with lust.
I moan around his cock as he eases back, then thrusts in again, sliding his length inside and holding my head in place as I fight to take him. While I’d love to be able to deepthroat him, we both know that his size makes that almost impossible and definitely not something I can do without training.
He builds up a slow rhythm, pumping his cock into the well of my mouth while I cling to his thighs. “Look at you, Ari. Fuck, you’re amazing. So beautiful, sucking me down. Daddy’s gonna give you your reward soon. You’re too good for me to last.”
I can’t tell if my eyes are tearing from his dick choking me or from the wave of emotion when looks at me like I’m the best damn thing in the universe, but either way, I blink them back and beg him with my eyes to give it to me.
His chest heaves, hips stuttering as he gets closer to the edge. I try to flick his piercing with my tongue each time he pulls back and hollow my cheeks as much as I can, but the way I suck him ends up much more sloppy than skilled. The wet sound of him shuttling inside my mouth is filthy, and I have to hold back a moan as I imagine the picture we make right now—this powerful, massive minotaur using my mouth for his pleasure as water splashes against the edge of the tub.
Wes curses and gives one last thrust before holding me in place. “Here it comes, baby girl. Take daddy’s cum. Oh fuck, it’s coming.” Wes lets out a primal grunt that echoes off the bathroom walls and then he’s unloading into my mouth with rope after rope of his release. “Fuck, that’s it. Swallow it all down.”
I do my very best to listen, but there’s so much that I can’t accomplish the task, his cum dripping out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. His cock gives one last twitch before he eases it out of my lips with a slick pop. I barely have time to take in a gasping breath before he’s hauling me up and crushing his mouth against mine. He groans at the taste of himself on my tongue, and when our mouths part, his eyes drop to my messy chin.
“Don’t waste a drop of your reward, sweetheart.” Using his fingers to gather up the cum painting my face, he feeds it to me. I lick his fingers clean, loving the flare of his nostrils as I do. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, before leaning down to kiss me again.
I’m so turned on that I want to beg him to fuck me, but once again my annoying stomach growls, much more insistent this time.
Wesley gives me a dirty grin. “Thought you’d be full after that. If you give me a couple of minutes, I can give you more.”
I laugh and shake my head at him, the spell of our kink melting into the comfort of the friendship our relationship was built on. “Your cum doesn’t count as a meal.”
“A pity,” he chuckles. “Why don’t you relax while I make you some actual food? Oh, wait! I got you some stuff.” He slides up and hops out of the tub before I can protest. He rummages through a drawer under his sink and comes back with a trio of colorful bath bombs, which he presents to me with an excited grin.
“A friend introduced me to a witch who specializes in fancy magic soaps and shit for all kinds of things. This one’s for mental clarity, this one is for stress relief, and this one…” He waggles his eyebrows at me, “is supposed to help you relax in other ways.”
“Other ways?” I ask, intrigued by the seemingly innocuous light pink and orange bath bomb in his hand.
“ Sexy ways. I got some magic lube, but this will make it even easier for you to take my cock inside that tight little human cunt.”
My breath hitches at the idea, and Wesley gives me a knowing smirk. “Refill the tub and soak it up for me, baby girl. Because after dinner, nothing is going to keep me from fucking your pretty pussy all night long.”