Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
JASMINE
Leaning my head forward, I tighten my arms around Christian’s neck, holding him from behind as we lay in the deep, hot bath. Christian relaxes back into me, his hand lazily drifting up and down my arm. We’ve hardly spoken since we got into the water, but that’s okay. My man needs me, and I’m here to help him with whatever he wants. If it’s just to hold him as he relaxes and tries to shake off whatever is bugging him, then so be it.
“This is exactly what I needed,” Christian sighs contently. “A little time just you and me, pretending the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”
I kiss his smooth, broad shoulder before leaning my cheek against his.
“Then let’s stay in here and let everything else carry on without us,” I whisper, smiling.
“I really wish we could, Sweetheart. But we both know that sooner or later, my brothers would come charging in here to drag you away.”
“If not the others, then the girls certainly would. We have so much to do to get ready for next weekend.”
Christian laughs as he turns his head so I can see his blue eyes.
“I can’t wait to marry you. I know I shouldn’t want to; I should stay away and keep you safe, but I’m too selfish to give you up.” He leans in and kisses me gently before sitting back again.
“I never want to be without you, Daddy.” I watch as Christian’s face softens, and I can see that there is something on his mind. “What are you thinking?” I ask, worried he’s about to tell me something terrible. When he doesn’t answer immediately, panic causes my chest to tighten. I know that look; it means whatever he’s about to say, I’m not going to like. “What’s going on? I can see you want to tell me something,” I point out, causing Christian to sigh.
“I want to ask you a question, and I want you to be completely honest with me,” he says, turning so he can kneel in front of me. I sit up straight, preparing myself for anything he might throw at me.
“Okay,” I answer wearily. He takes a deep breath and cups my hands between his.
“Do you still need us to be your daddies?”
The bath opens and swallows me into a deep black hole. That was the last thing I thought he would ever say to me.
“You don’t want to be my daddy anymore?” I ask through the lump in my throat, pulling my hands from his. But he grabs them back and holds them tight, stopping me from removing them again.
“Of course I do, Sweetheart. Being your Daddy is everything to me; I love nothing more than looking after and guiding you.”
“Then why do you want to stop?” I ask, a tear sliding down my face.
“Trust me, I don’t. I want to be your Daddy forever, even when we are old and grey. But you have grown so much in the last nine months, and I can’t help thinking you don’t need me or any of us like you did before.”
“I do need you; I will always need you,” I whisper as my bottom lip quivers. Christian smiles and cups my cheek as he uses his thumb to wipe away my tears.
“Sweetheart, you have become so strong and independent in all the right ways. We could not be prouder of you and how far you come, but you don’t need us, not like you used to.”
“But I do still need you like that!” I protest, moving my legs to kneel in front of him. “I don’t want our dynamic to change; I want you to be my daddy always.”
“Unless we are arguing, or more like, you are telling me off?” Christian says with a smile.
“Exactly! But then I will tell you when I want you to go out of Daddy mode like I did the other night. Otherwise, I don’t want anything to change with you or the others. I love that you are my daddies; I like being your Baby girl.” A sob slips from my lips, and Christian pulls me into his arms.
“You will always be my Baby girl; nothing will ever change that,” he whispers into my hair. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I never meant to upset you.”
“Well, you did,” I snap, slapping his chest. “What did you think was going to happen? I would turn around and say, ‘Oh no, it’s fine. I want to call you Christian,’ do you not know me at all?” I exclaim, slapping his chest again.
Christian laughs as he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight. I press my head against his chest and let the tears stream for a moment before pushing them back down.
“Do you forgive me?” he whispers into my hair.
“I haven’t decided yet,” I sniff as he kisses my head.
“How about I make it up to you?” he asks, leaning back so I can see the mysterious smirk on his face.
“How do you plan to do that?”
In one move, Christian lifts me as he stands from the water. I throw my arms around his neck as he climbs out of the bath.
“Where are you taking me? We’re soaking wet!” I laugh as we drip water all over the floor
“To bed so I can show you how sorry I am and make up for upsetting you.”
“Mrs Brown only changed the bedding this morning; she will go mad if she has to do it again!” I laugh, envisioning her shouting at Christian. She would never yell at me, I’m her favourite, but she will give him hell.
“I will deal with her,” he grins before lowering me onto his bed. He lies over me, his arms resting on either side of my head as he boxes me in.
As I look up into his eyes, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. He is so handsome. Even though I know he is a powerful man who is happy to kill for his brothers and me, when he looks at me like he is now, I get to see a side of him, hardly anyone else does. The side that is loving and wants nothing more than to make me smile. When it's just the two of us, I see the vulnerable side of Christian O’Reilly, the side I’m not even sure his brothers have truly seen. It makes me feel special that he chose me to be the one to see him like this.
Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine and kisses me with a softness I often don’t see from him.
“It was so hard watching them pleasure you last night,” he whispers as his lips leave a trail of light kisses along my jaw and down my throat. “I wanted to be here to make love to you when you got home. I hated that, once again, I was pulled away from you.” His lips continue down until he moves over my right breast and takes my nipple in his mouth.
“You can make it up to me now,” I sigh as he teases me.
“Oh, I plan on doing more than making it up to you, Sweetheart,” he smiles as he moves from one nipple to the other, coaxing a gasp from me as he teases it between his teeth. “I’m going to make love to you until you beg me for a break.” He moves from my breasts down my stomach, and I know just where he's heading.
He peppers my skin with soft licks and kisses; my body becomes extra sensitive. His lips leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he heads to where I need him the most. When instead of kissing my throbbing pussy, he starts kissing my thigh, I almost cry out with frustration.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg as my back arches from the mattress.
“Please, what, Baby girl?” he smirks at me.
“Touch me, lick me, anything but tease me,” I’m begging, and I don’t care. My body’s on fire, and he’s the only one who can help me.
“How am I teasing you? By doing this?” He gently blows on the apex of my thighs as I gasp loudly.
“Daddy!” I cry out as he blows again. My stomach tightens as my orgasm starts to build. He hasn’t even touched me yet, but I know I’m soaking wet and balancing on the edge.
“Is this teasing?” he asks before running one finger through the middle of my pussy, running from my entrance to my clit, barely touching me the whole time.
“Yes!” I cry out as I nearly fall apart from the slightest touch. “Again, please.”
Christian chuckles as he presses his lips to my thigh again and doesn’t touch where I need him. When I’m this turned on, I have no problem begging for it, but today, I think I’ll brat a little instead.
“Don’t think I won’t call one of my other daddies in here.” It’s an empty threat; I would never do that to any of them, but I will happily pretend I would if it gets me what I need.
Christian looks up from between my legs, and I don’t miss the way one brow is cocked higher than the others.
“I would like to see you try.” He blows on me again, and I moan through the building pressure in my stomach as everything throbs down there.
“Daddy, please. I won't if you touch me again.” But instead of doing as I ask, I feel his fingers glide gently over from one hip to another. “Please!” I beg as he continues to laugh quietly.
“I did as you asked, Sweetheart.”
“No, you didn’t!” I sit up a little to see him, then wish I didn’t. The grin on his face is wider than it was a moment ago. “You’re being mean!” I pout a little in the hope that he will take pity on me, but of course, this is Christian, and he doesn’t.
“And you are acting like a brat,” he points out. “What happens when you act this way with me?”
“I get what I want,” I try, fluttering my lashes as I do with Maximus whenever I’m playing up for him. That one brow goes higher again as Christian watches me, and I know it won’t work.
“That’s with Daddy Max. What about when you are a brat for me?” His voice is going serious again, but that’s only bringing out the brat in me more.
“You remind me why you’re my Daddy,” I answer, thinking of my next response.
“And why am I your Daddy?” he asks, moving up my body until he hovers over me. I can feel the tip of his cock brushing against me as it twitches slightly.
“Because you love me and want me to have the best of everything, including multiple orgasms,” I grin as his eyes become slightly darker.
“Part of that is true. Do you want to correct the bit that isn’t?”
Chewing on my lip, I shake my head.
“I prefer my answer, so no.” A deep sound comes from his chest, and without warning, he rolls away from me before flipping me onto my stomach.
I know what’s about to happen, and I’m ready for it when his hand lands on my backside the first time.
“Daddy!” I cry out, trying to hide the smile on my face. From how he spanks me, I know he’s in a playful mood, and I make a split decision to keep it that way to give him a reason to smile for a change. He spanks me again before climbing off the bed.
“Don’t Daddy me. Stay right where you are.” I hear him heading to the drawer he keeps some toys in and decide if I’m going to go complete brat, now is the time.
“Or what?” I demand, looking over my shoulder.
“Or you will be taught a lesson.” He looks over his shoulder at me, and I can see the slight tic he gets when he forces himself not to smile.
Grinning back at him, I roll and jump off the other side of the bed, keeping it between us.
“Baby girl, are you sure you want to do this? You know the rules; I catch you you are mine to do with as I please.”
I smile and shrug casually.
“You will have to catch me first.” Spinning on my toes, I rush from the bed to the door and slam it closed before running towards mine. But as I reach the door laughing, Jason steps out, frowning at my naked body.
“Jazzy? What-”
“Grab her!” Christian shouts as he storms from his room. Jason tries to grab me, but I scream and run in the other direction, hoping to get to another room. I reach Maximus’s, but he opens the door simultaneously as Sean opens his.
“What the hell?” he curses, staring down at me as I stand before him for a second.
“Fuck!” I scream as he goes to grab me, grinning, but misses as I rush for the stairs.
“The brat’s mine,” Christian shouts as he takes the stairs two at a time behind me, completely naked. I hear the others laughing together as I make it to head up the second flight of stairs. But Christian is hot on my tail and pulls me down, so I fall onto the stairs on my stomach. He’s over me in a heartbeat and pins me to the stairs.
“Seems I caught you, brat. You know what that means.” I can hear how happy he is and smile. It’s worth any punishment he issues if it makes him forget everything, even for a short while.
“You are going to give me the orgasm you withheld finally?” Looking over my shoulder, I smile at him. “Or do you need one of the others to show you how it’s done?” His hand comes down on my ass cheek as I cry out. Spanking is never about the pain. No matter how much I push his buttons, he will never hurt me; none of them would.
“Have you quite finished being a brat? Or do I need to fuck the attitude out of you?” he growls through gritted teeth into my ear.
“At least I might get an orgasm that way if you do.”
Christian thrusts his hips forward and impales me in one thrust. I cry out from the shock and slight sting of pain where I wasn’t ready for him. But it’s the opening he was looking for.
“Are you saying I don’t pleasure you?” he asks, wrapping his hand around my throat and lifting my face to look at him. “Do I need to remind you, brat, just what I can do to this gorgeous body of yours?” He pulls almost all the way out, so just the tip is in my entrance before slamming back inside of me. I cry out louder this time, but Christian knows if I wanted him to stop or it was too painful, I would use my safe word.
“I think I need to force orgasm after orgasm from your body until you beg me to stop.” He pulls out until it's just the tip again and thrusts back in as I cry out louder.
“You can try,” I answer back, unsure why, as I have what I want. He’s fucking me hard and dominating me completely.
“The only trying right now is a little brat trying her daddy's patience.” He starts pounding into me, fucking me hard against the stairs. His grip on my throat tightens at the same time as he spanks me.
“Daddy!” I cry out as my body comes alive. My skin feels like it's on fire and tightening everywhere. The feel of the carpeted stairs underneath me as Christian fucks me on them adds to the pleasure in a way I never anticipated. His hand comes down on my ass again, and I cry out. He has complete control over my pleasure, so when he reaches round and pinches my clit, I scream through my first orgasm. Christian continues to play with my clit, dragging out my orgasm as long as possible.
“That’s right, come on Daddy’s cock like the good girl you can be.” His teeth sink into my shoulder as he starts fucking me hard again. As he loosens his jaw on my shoulder, the hand on my throat tightens as he spanks me again.
“Did you think I didn’t hear you swear downstairs?” he breaths into my ear. He spanks me again, causing me to cry out before he tightens his grip on my throat so much I can’t make a sound. “I hear everything, and you need to remember who is in charge in this relationship.” He spanks me again before letting go of my throat, and I fall apart again. Screaming through another orgasm as Christian laughs on top of me.
“That’s two, how will I give you the third?” he pulls himself out and rolls me onto my back as I gasp for breath, trying to recover from the orgasm that’s just nearly destroyed me. He grins down at me before declaring, “I know.”
He launches his face to my pussy and has me moaning as his tongue finds my clit. Christian devours me, licking as his fingers thrust into me hard and fast. There's nothing loving about this; he wants to punish me for being a brat, and forcing my orgasms from me does that.
“Oh my god!” I cry out as he nibbles on my clit before sucking it between his teeth.
“No point calling for him; he is of no use to you now,” he laughs before he starts fucking me with his tongue.
“Daddy!” I don’t know how, but the third orgasm is building quicker than the others, causing my whole body to shake.
“That’s right, I’m your daddy and will discipline you when needed.” He continues to lick me and finger me until I’m screaming again and then become overstimulated. I try to back away from his mouth, but he places his hands on my hips and continues playing with my body, dragging out the orgasm as long as possible.
“No more!” I call out as Christian finally lifts his head from between my legs.
“Can your greedy little pussy not take anymore?” he teases as I shake my head, my eyes clamp shut as I try desperately to control my rapid breathing. “Then it’s a good thing I know another way to make you scream my name.” He flips me onto my front again and places my knees on the step so my ass is in the air. “Colour?”
“Green.” I don’t know how long it will stay on green, but right now, I don’t know how, but I want more.
Christian spreads my ass cheeks, and something warm and wet lands between them. He rubs it into my back entrance before pushing one finger inside. My face is planted on the stairs, and I’m close to being exhausted, but I need to feel him in me again before I use my safe word.
“Daddy,” I whisper as he pushes a second finger in, stretching me ready for his cock.
“That’s right, Baby, Daddy’s going to make you feel good, just one more time,” he declares before removing his hand, and I feel his tip pressing into me. A small startled cry leaves me as the head of his cock slips inside of me.
“Fuck. This is going to be quick, so remember your words,” he warns before pushing himself fully into my bowels. We call out together as he fills me and holds still, giving me a moment to get used to him. He doesn’t give me long, and for that, I’m grateful as the last few orgasms have left my body spent.
Christian takes hold of my hips and starts fucking me hard and fast. The pleasure builds quickly again as I listen to him growling and cursing through gritted teeth, lifting my head and shoulders off the step and holding on while calling out as the orgasm that’s been teetering on the edge again.
“Daddy, please,” I cry as I start to fall.
“I’ve got you, Baby. Be a good girl and come one last time for me.” My body comes alive, and I call out as I topple over the edge and come so hard I think I squirt on the carpet below us.
“Fuck,” Christian roars as he pushes into me forcibly, and I can feel him falling apart as well. He doesn’t loosen up for a few minutes as I feel him filling me with his release before he slumps forward and rests his cheek on my back as we both gasp for breath.
Without saying a word, Christian leans off my back and removes his now softened dick from my ass.
“Are you okay, Sweetheart?” he asks, helping me sit on the stairs.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, looking up at him through heavy eyelids. Christian brushes some hair from my face before placing an arm around my back and one under my knees.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he orders softly. I do as instructed, and he lifts me as he stands and starts walking down the stairs. We reach the landing, where the other three had laughed at us. Now, they are nowhere in sight, and I’m grateful, as I’m not ready to be shared between them. I want to give Christian my undivided attention.
He walks us to his room and kicks the door closed behind us. Leaning into his bare chest, I smile contently as he holds me tight before placing me softly on the bed.
“Does anywhere hurt?” he asks, checking down my body.
“No, I’m fine,” I reply, unable to wipe the grin off my face or take my eyes off him.
“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?” he asks, running his fingers gently over my knees, which look a little red and have the indentation of the carpet on them. Sitting up, I place a hand on his face and give him a big, satisfied smile.
“I’m fine, Daddy. Nothing hurts. Come and lie down with me.” He looks me in the eye before nodding and holding the blankets back for me. As soon as I’m settled and have some of the water he offers me, he climbs in and pulls me into his arms, holding me as I rest my head on his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. I can feel his eyes on me, and he smiles as I look up.
“I love you so much, Sweetheart,” the words barely a whisper from his lips as his eyes don’t leave mine. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe and happy.” Rolling so I’m lying more on my stomach, I smile at my man. Placing a hand on his cheek, he leans into my touch.
“I know, Daddy. That’s why I love you so much.” Christian closes his eyes whilst remaining leaning into my hand.
“I’ve done some terrible things in my life,” he whispers, keeping his eyes closed. “I’ve stolen, destroyed families, beaten people, and killed to get us where we are today, but I would give it all up for you.” Opening his eyes, he looks deep into mine again. “If I thought you would be safer by us walking away from everything I have worked to build, I would do it without hesitation. It’s a life I never wanted you dragged into.” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “But I think I’m in too deep. I can't find a safe escape, and I don’t want that for you or my brothers.”
“Whatever happens, whatever you want to do, we will face the consequences together,” I try to reassure him. “We are all here for whatever you need us for.”
“I don’t want you hurt because of me, and it's not only me that thinks it’s a possibility.” He closes his eyes for a second as if blinking back tears. “My brothers have made it clear that if what I am is putting you in danger, they will take you and protect you.”
My eyes open wide at the thought of them moving us and leaving Christian here. “I would like to see them try.”
“I will make them, Sweetheart.” The words shock me so much that I have no idea how to respond. “I will let them take you from me if it means you have the life you deserve.”
“It won’t be a life without you,” I point out. I know what he’s trying to do; this is his attempt to clarify his plans. He wants me to lie here and do as I’m told. I’m not having it, though.
“In five days, you will be my husband, my legal husband. You wanted the traditional vows, so for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, nothing can separate us apart from death, which is not going to happen for a very long time. Or have you already forgotten the vow you promised me the other day?”
Christian shakes his head and tightens his arms around me, holding me tight against his naked body.
“You are stuck with me for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not,” he whispers into my hair as he kisses my head.
“That’s right. So, you are as stuck with me as I am with you.” I roll back on my side and snuggle up to my man in the safest place I know, in his arms, where nothing will ever get to me because he won’t let it.
“Now that’s sorted. Can we spend a few hours like this, please? I’m tired.” Christian laughs as he kisses the top of my head again.
“We can do whatever you want, Sweetheart.”
“Good,” I smile into his chest. “Then, put a film on because I want a day in bed with tons of snacks.”
Christian laughs as he reaches for the remote to turn on his giant TV.
“That sounds perfect.”