Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
CHRISTIAN
When I open them again, the room is much darker. Blinking back the heaviness of the sleep I hadn’t planned, I look around. Jasmine's blanket is draped over me, and the glass I held is on the table beside a glass of water. Quickly, I glance at the clock and realise it’s been over two hours since the meeting finished.
Rubbing my face, I force myself to sit up and clear my head. I can't remember the last time I slept that heavily. Especially as it seems I didn’t even wake when someone, no doubt Jasmine, came in and put the blanket over me. She loves this blanket and waking up like this makes me smile, as I know it will be her way of showing that she loves me. She would have gone out of her way to find it when she couldn’t be the one to hold me.
I hear a couple of hushed voices outside the room and frown, trying to figure out who it is.
“You can tell him from me; if my daddy is still sleeping, he will have to wait because I am not waking him up because your daddy is having a tantrum.”
Chuckling to myself at her overprotectiveness, I stand and fold the blanket. I’m just placing it on the back of the sofa when the door opens slowly.
“It’s okay, he’s a wake. I’ll let you deal with this one while I go back to Mrs Brown,” Jasmine says to Verity before she smiles at me, letting a slightly annoyed Verity enter.
“Everything okay?” I ask, offering her a warm smile. She is usually still a little nervous around me, but today, she seems downright annoyed, and for a moment, I think it may be aimed at me.
“No. Daddy is just being unreasonable and won’t listen to me. He’s demanding to talk to you,” she replies, thrusting her phone towards me. I smile as I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, us Daddies can be unreasonable like that,” I wink before lifting her phone to my ear as she giggles and relaxes. “What’s up, Donavon?”
“Do you want to explain how you feel it's acceptable to keep my girl at yours without her phone for four days?” He is as pissed as I am confused.
“I would if I had any idea what you are talking about,” I reply, rubbing the bridge of my nose. I turn to look at Verity and smile. “Can you get Jasmine for me, please?” Verity nods before rushing out of the room. “What have you been told?” I ask, already knowing the three Donavons are on the approved list of wedding guests.
“Verity was vague about the wedding being off, but not off. Something about it’s been moved, but she can’t tell me anything. All I know was she was asking to stay there but won’t have her phone the whole time,” he sighs, and I can tell he’s relaxed a little now he knows I can put some context to it all.
“Yeah, I’d be confused as well,” I laugh, sitting back on the sofa and taking a sip of water. “I’ll be honest. I have no idea what the girls are up to and how they plan on spending the next few days,” I admit, relaxing on the sofa.
“So, is the wedding off?”
“Yes and no. It's been moved to Sunday, and we are only inviting a handful of people who are important to us.”
“So that explains why Verity acted like there wasn’t a wedding.”
“There's no reason for her to hide anything from you three, as you are still invited. Other than Calvin and his tribe, you are the only ones from outside the family that are.” I take a second to register how important that is to me. I think he’s as shocked as I am by the way he replies.
“Wow, I thought I’d have been the first one crossed off the list.”
“Yeah, me too,” I laugh. “Guess things really have changed between us.”
“Think that will depend on whether you decide to keep my girl from me.” I can hear the teasing in his voice, and I can't help but laugh.
When we were younger, Travis was my best friend, the only person I was ever around other than Terry and my brothers. I never realised how much I missed him and that friendship until he came back into my life before Christmas.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. I know there is no way I would let Jasmine stay out that long without at least one of us with her.” I look up as Jasmine walks into the room, whispering to Verity. “Speak of the devils, and they shall appear,” I add before beckoning Jasmine to me with a finger. “Want to explain what’s been going on?” I ask as she sits on my lap and smiles at me sweetly.
“I came in earlier to tell you everything, but you were asleep.”
“I’m awake now, Sweetheart, so please fill me and Travis in.” I place the phone on the coffee table whilst activating the loudspeaker.
“Okay, so to ensure no one finds out the plans, I have asked the girls to hand their phones to Terry and tell anyone outside of the house that they will be staying with me until Friday night. You know, because I’m devastated and all that,” she grins, rolling her eyes.
“And they’ve agreed to it?”
“Of course they have; they’re my best friends,” she declares, shocked I would ever doubt they would.
“How do Verity’s Daddies and Ethan feel about it?” I ask, raising a brow.
“They don’t agree,” Verity sighs, sitting in one of the chairs that still sits by the coffee table.
“No, we do not, and you know why,” Travis warns.
“Abbi’s boyfriend is fine with it,” Verity whines. “Why can’t you be?”
“Because I’m not your boyfriend.” He could just be referring to the fact he is her Daddy, as I would never allow Jasmine to refer to any of us as her boyfriends when we first got together. Or he could mean that he’s her fiancé, which Jasmine is completely in the dark about. I look to Verity, who looks at Jasmine sheepishly, but she seems oblivious to the underlying meaning behind it.
“I understand why they are reluctant to let you stay without contact,” I explain, looking to Verity. “If it were the other way around, I wouldn’t feel comfortable with Jasmine staying away that long without contact either.”
“But why?” the two girls whine together.
“Because you have both been through a lot recently, and as your daddies, we wouldn’t be doing our jobs if we didn’t make sure someone was close on the off chance you needed them.” The girls share a look, and I know they will argue, but there’s no point. I’ve already come up with a plan.
“Travis, would you all feel better if you stayed with her?”
“I would relax a bit if one of us were there, yes,” he answers, and I get it. Only this morning, he was worried about Verity being hurt because of her association with Jasmine. Since then, she has been offhandedly attacked by her bridesmaid dress being destroyed. I still wouldn’t be surprised if he followed through on his threat and kept Verity away.
“How about all of you?” I ask, already working out sleeping arrangements.
“All of them? But Verity only has one room upstairs, and the bed isn’t big enough for them all,” Jasmine points out.
“If Terry is staying in your room, the guys can run the security quarters. There are three rooms, plus a kitchen and sitting area. They wouldn’t even have to come into the main house if they didn’t want to.” Let’s face it: I don’t think having Travis and me under one roof for four days is a good idea. We will end up killing each other before Sunday comes around.
“But where will Layton sleep?” Jasmine asks.
“There will be a spare room on the top floor with Verity not needing it. I’m sure he will be fine sleeping up there,” I shrug. “What do you think, Travis?” Verity and Jasmine stare at the phone as we hear Travis and other muffled voices. I can tell he has his hand or something over the speaker. I’m sure the twins will be happy to have them here as they can drink the days away with Ethan and Ryan.
“If they stay, will you be able to control your temper around Travis?” Jasmine asks quietly. I haven’t told her about this morning, and I doubt Verity knows either.
“We will be fine. If he gets on my nerves, I will use your body as a form of stress relief,” I whisper, nibbling at her ear as she squeaks.
“Okay, we would like to take you up on your offer,” Travis finally answers. “As long as you are happy with it?” he adds.
“Me or Verity?” I ask, smiling at Verity.
“I don’t give a fuck about you, O’Reilly. I only tolerate you because your Jasmine scares me, and I like her.”
“Awww, I like you too,” Jasmine gushes as Verity giggles behind her hand.
“Don’t worry, Donavon, the feeling is mutual,” I sigh, rolling my eyes. I lean in so my lips are by Jasmine's ear. “Until they leave, you had better avoid wearing underwear because I may be using your body a lot.” I smile as her whole body tenses, and I feel her vibrating.
“Verity, why don’t you take your phone and you and the guys can devise a plan of what you need while I talk to Jasmine for a moment.”
Verity smiles as she picks up her phone and walks out of the room, talking excitedly.
“I’ll meet you back upstairs,” Jasmine calls after her.
The second the door is closed, Jasmine spins around and kisses me, thrusting her fingers into my hair.
“Do you need something, Baby girl?” I smirk as she stands slightly so she can pull up the pencil skirt she is still wearing, making it easier for her to straddle my lap.
“You know exactly what I need, Daddy,” she smiles before squealing as I stand, holding her against me as I walk over to my desk to place her on it.
“Lie back and show me that pussy like a good girl,” I order, my mouth already watering with the need to taste her. I watch her smile as she lays down on the desk so I can push her skirt up further and reveal the white thong she has on.
“Is this the one from the weekend?” I ask, playing with the material, ensuring my finger brushes over her. The way that her breathing hitches now and again tells me she feels it all.
“You told me to keep them for you, so I did. I was going to surprise you after picking up the dresses.” I know the reminder of the dresses is painful for her, so I make a point of sticking one finger out as I play with the material so it slips between her plump pussy lips.
“You really are my good girl, aren’t you, Baby,” I whisper, feeling how wet she is.
“I will always be your good girl, Daddy,” she cries out as I slip one finger into her.
“Yes, you will, Baby girl. Just like I will always be your daddy.” Not giving her any warning, I pull the fabric to one side and start to eat her like I’ve longed to all fucking day.
She is so wet and ready for me that it doesn’t take long until she is crying out, begging me not to stop, as if I ever would. Between her legs is my favourite place to be. Whether it's my mouth, hand or cock. Nothing compares to the way her body responds to me and my touch.
“Daddy, I …” her breath catches before she has a chance to finish what she was about to say. Her whole body comes alive as she cries out almost silently through her orgasm.
“I love the way you flood my mouth as you come on my tongue,” I growl as I undo my trousers, desperate to feel her pussy clamping around my cock.
I don’t give her any warning before thrusting into her. She screams with pleasure as I fill her oversensitive pussy, just the way she likes it. She’s still recovering from the orgasm, and I know just how to get her there again.
“Fuck you are so perfect,” I growl through gritted teeth as I grind into her while rubbing her exposed, swollen clit with one finger. As she comes again, I tighten my grip on her hips as I start using her body to chase my own release, knowing if I time it right, I will be able to give her one more at the same time.
“Daddy, use me,” she calls out as her eyes become heavy again, and she meets me thrust for thrust. For a second, she opens her eyes and looks at me with a devious smile. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
A deep growl bubbles from my chest as I pull out of her and turn her onto her front.
“Did you just swear at your Daddy?” I ask, rubbing the tip of my cock through her wet pussy, from her clit to her back passage and back again. When she doesn’t answer me, I pull back a little. “Answer me, Baby girl,” I demand as she moans with frustration.
“Yes, Daddy,” she answers as I thrust into her pussy and spank her ass at the same time.
“I don’t hear you counting,” I warn as I spank her again.
“Two,” she cries out as I do as she asked and start fucking her hard as she’s bent over my desk. As my hand collides with her ass cheek again, she moans loudly before shouting three.
“I don’t think spanking is a punishment for you anymore,” I point out as my teeth clench tighter as I try desperately to control my need to release. I spank her a fourth time, and she cries out as her pussy squeezes me so tight I lose all control and fill her with my release. I manage to spank her one last time, pushing her over the edge with me.
Leaning over her, I sink my teeth into her shoulder, dragging out her orgasm so her pussy squeezes my cock, dragging out my own at the same time. I love this after-sex connection, where we are completely spent and undone together. As I slide out of her, I pull her back with me as I sit in my chair and hold her on my lap, cradling her against my chest as she curls up small.
“I love you,” I whisper into her hair. “No matter what happens this weekend, I will always love you.”
“Everything will be fine, Daddy. Nothing will stop us from being married,” she whispers, running a finger around my chest through the gaps between my shirt. Glancing down, I watch her eyes close, and she smiles.
“What's got you smiling?” I ask, tucking some hair away from her face. I hate when anything gets in the way of me watching her. Whether it's her hair or something far bigger, my heart aches when I can't see her. Being in her presence is what has gotten me through everything. She once told me I’m her safe space, but she is mine and so much more. She anchors me when I feel like I’m losing control of everything in my life. She grounds me and makes me see the bigger picture, even when she doesn’t even realise she is doing it.
“I think you might be right that spanking isn’t a punishment anymore,” she whispers, looking at me through her lashes.
“I’ve known that for a while,” I answer, shaking my head while trying to stop myself from smiling. “It’s okay. I have other punishment ideas.”
“Like what?” she asks as I turn the chair so I can reach for the aloe cream I keep in one of the drawers. I have them scattered all over the house because the woman on my lap has a habit of pushing her luck.
“Stand up,” I order, ensuring I make enough room for her. She sees the cream and smiles as she does as she's told.
Standing before me, I push a little on her back so she bends over the desk again. Showing me the way her ass has reddened under my hand. I fucking love the way she looks like this. I love seeing my mark on her, showing the world she is mine. I gently kiss each hand mark before slowly massaging a little cream into her skin.
When I am done, I reach for a box of tissues and use them to dry her wet pussy, before slowly lowering her skirt back down, ensuring it's in place. Jasmine straightens up as I stand and put my bottom half back together again. Trying to look a little presentable.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she points out as I tighten my belt.
“I know.” Hooking a finger under her chin, I tilt her head back, ensuring she can see I’ve gone into Daddy mode. “And I won’t until I decide you need to know.” Her jaw drops as she stares up at me wide-eyed.
“That’s not fair!” she pouts, but I just cock a brow at her, letting her see I’m not messing this time.
“Who am I?” I demand, secretly only doing it because I love the sound of it on my lips.
“My Daddy,” she answers, throwing in a little sass.
“Which means I do not need to justify everything to you. Everything I do is for your good and protection. So, lose the attitude and try not to be a brat unless you want to learn your new punishments the hard way.” Caging her against the desk by leaning against it, with an arm on either side, I ensure I have her full attention. “Now, be a good girl and go and see your friends. You have a lot to get on with, and I have taken up enough of your time.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she answers, smiling before kissing me softly as I stand back, giving her room to leave.
“I expect to see you all for dinner at the usual time unless told otherwise,” I add as she heads towards the door.
“Already planned on it. I’ll make sure Verity’s Daddies join us, too.” She turns to look at me as she slowly pulls the door closed. “I’ll make sure your favourite stress release is available,” she winks before disappearing with a giggle.