Chapter 16 #3
“That’s fucking rich coming from you!” She smacks me on my back and I just laugh–a heavy, boisterous laugh that I don’t let out often fills the air.
“Come on, baby, I’m just trying to keep you safe.” I smack her on the ass and keep walking through the shop, waving to Asher like I’m not manhandling my woman for everyone to see.
Asher just shakes his head like he can’t believe my shit. I know I’m completely and totally, head over heels, obsessed with this woman and I don’t know why he’s just now realizing it. I’ve been this way since I was fifteen. Hers.
Now, I have her here with me and therefore, my smile comes easier, my laughter is quicker, my heart beats faster.
One day he’ll get it. One day when he’s not so focused on making the shop a success and fucking around every once in a while.
One day…a girl is going to come into his life and turn him inside out and he’s not going to know what hit him.
Then maybe, just maybe, he’ll realize that this feeling–being in love and so fucking obsessed with her–is as easy as breathing.
It completes me in a way I didn’t know I was lacking.
I set Roxie down, and she pretends to be pissed, but even through the small space of the helmet, I can see the biggest smile on her face.
“I’ll be right back!” I say loudly, and Asher just shakes his head, getting back to work.
“Terecino!” Roxie kicks again and I ignore her. Bending over, I lift her up again, placing her back over my shoulder. Sure, she’s strong as hell, but she’s also light. My hand comes up to her ass and I give her a swat.
Could she walk? Sure. Do I want to let her out of my grasp? Never.
“You know I don’t like that name,” I growl, pushing us through the backroom door and letting it close behind me.
“You deserved it, you carried me through the whole shop like I was a child!” Roxie says quickly, anger creeping into her eyes, but above it all, I can see just how much she likes it. How much it turned her on.
“Roxanne,” I say loudly, crowding her space, placing one hand against the wall by her head, and gripping the bottom of the helmet so her eyes lock onto mine. “You know I don’t like it when you call me that.”
I can’t see her lips, but I can feel the way her jaw drops and the way that my tone hits her. It’s full of promise, need, command.
“Then what should I call you?” she whispers, her voice barely audible through the helmet and if I wasn’t so turned on, I’d chuckle.
“When we’re out and about, with other people around; Ty.
But when it’s just us? Do you want to give me a title?
” I ask her, my tone dark, my voice low.
I pull the strap at her chin and lift the helmet off, not willing to be without seeing her face for one more moment.
Not when we’re talking about something this serious.
Not when I know what she’s been through and I need to know with every ounce of my being that she’s telling me the truth and not performing for me.
“Do you?” I ask again, setting the helmet on the counter as I step into her space a little more.
“Yeah,” she breathes the answer like she’s breathing life into me. Anticipation surges through my body like I’m at the edge of something monumental. “I really do.”
“What do you want to call me, carino? What name do you want to whisper, to call for, to scream?” I drop my tone even lower at the last word, stepping into her space once more so that my words press against the skin of her neck and make her shiver.
“God,” she moans softly, pressing her body against mine, her fingers twisting in my shirt.
“Next,” I smirk, pulling back to look her in the eye so she knows I’m just teasing.
“You don’t like God?” She smirks right back, that teasing confident tone making me want to bite her lip.
“I feel like we’ll be smited the first time I feed you my cock and you call me your God in between thrusts.” Her thighs press together just enough that I can tell that my words caused her to imagine that scene perfectly.
“But what a way to go,” she sighs wistfully. “Fine, Daddy.”
The moment that word leaves her lips, especially with that slight teasing tilt…my cock starts to harden.
“You want to call me Daddy, baby?” My hand comes up to cup her jaw softly, her warm skin making mine burn.
“No, Ty. I want to call you Master,” she says with heavy sarcasm, rolling her eyes with a smirk.
There’s a knowing look that she has in her eye like she’s remembering something, and I so badly want to know what it is.
“You’re… I want to feel that you’re taking care of me, even when I push and brat at you.
I want to feel that you’re always going to be there for me, that we aren’t going to be apart any more.
I want to know that you’re going to spank me for mouthing off, but I also want to know you never want to be without me.
I want to feel like I’m your priority, and get to be myself, and in return…
I’ll be everything for you. Gladly, willingly, wholly.
” With each word she says, the hold over my control gets thinner and thinner.
She’s speaking like her words are a vow, and I’m taking them as such.
I’ll be whatever she wants me to be. The fact that she wants that from me? The fact that she wants to call me that, that I now know what it stands for in her mind? I didn’t know just how much I wanted that…until it fell from her lips.
My hand moves to cup the back of her neck and pull her closer to me, her eyes widening with the movement and I see that little spark of defiance.
I’ve got a brat on my hands and I’m going to need to learn how to handle her. Quick.
I’m so excited.
“I can do that, carino,” I say against her lips, stealing the breath from her as I kiss her deeply, sealing the vow between us.
I’ll make sure she never feels like she’s anything less than everything to me from now on.
I’ll do everything I possibly can to make sure she’s free, but willingly connected to me.
“Call me Daddy from now on when we’re alone. Got it?”
“Are you going to make me?” Her head tilts when she mouths off and I feel the zing of challenge run through me.
I fucking love it.
“Oh yeah, baby.” I pull her closer to me by the back of her neck, slipping my hand up the back of her head to cradle it in my hand. “I’ll make you.”
It’s heavy and deep and much too dirty for the back room of the place where I work.
But I can’t help it. I want to be attached to her at all fucking times.
I want to be able to kiss her at any moment.
I want to be able to pull her onto my lap just so I can hold her close and fuck her senseless–so she only ever remembers me.
Ty. Her Daddy. My hands slide down to the backs of her thighs and I pull her up to me, pinning her between me and the wall with a soft thud.
“Ty,” she whispers, but I growl in warning.
I want to hear it. I want to hear that name from her lips.
“Daddy,” she whimpers and I groan. It sounds so fucking good to hear her call me that. In that tone. Whimpering.
My dick is pressed so tightly against my jeans I’m one move away from my jeans bursting open and taking her right here against the back room wall.
“That’s right, carino. Who am I?” I growl into her neck, lifting her higher. I can feel her heat growing between her legs, her core pressed against my stomach.
“You’re mine…Daddy.”
My hips press into her, sliding her down a bit so I can grind us together harder. “That’s right. That’s fucking right. I’m yours, baby. Just like you’re mine. Don’t you forget it.”
Roxie’s head falls back, exposing her long neck covered in small healing bruises that make me want to murder someone for touching her in any way other than with gentleness.
I only want to see my marks on her. Ever.
My lips attach to her neck, kissing gently along every mark placed there by that fucknut the other day.
When I pass over one of the spots I’ve discovered she loves, I give it a little more attention.
A little more care. I brush my nose over the space as I breathe her in and find the juncture of her shoulder, biting softly before sucking hard.
Roxie squirms under my hold, her head stretching more like she’s trying to make us closer.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Get your ass out here, Ty,” I hear Asher snap from outside the door and I know I’m in trouble. It’s like a bucket of cold water splashes onto us. I reluctantly pull my lips from her neck and help set her feet on the floor.
“We’re in trouble,” she whispers.
“Worth it though,” I whisper against her lips and smirk.
“Terecino!” Asher snaps and I shake my head.
“If I die, you can have the bike,” I say, gesturing with my head over to where my helmet sits and pressing a parting, dramatic kiss to her lips.
“Oh, so that’s how I can get it?” she smirks.
“Brat.”
At the end of the day, Asher walks out his last client and locks the door behind them so it’s just the three of us.
Roxie was given a broom and is doing the final sweep.
I’m cleaning my station and getting my receipts in order, Asher walks to his station to do the same.
We’re all silently working together to get home quicker, and I love it.
It’s domestic, it’s comfortable, and most importantly, it’s something I can see myself doing for the rest of my life.
“I’m going to go get the mop,” Roxie says, setting the broom against the wall and smiling before she walks to the back.
“Hey, I need to ask you something,” I say, throwing the wad of paper towels into my trash can and turning to Asher.
“What’s up?”
“I need to go get Roxie’s stuff from Mickey’s.
I don’t like that she’s got her stuff there, and every day I know there’s a chance he tosses everything she has out.
” My fingers fiddle with the leather band at my wrist, twisting the cord with the rising anger that Mickey has any sort of hold over her.
“That’s why you got the bike?” Asher asks, shaking his head as he wipes down his chair.