Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Sam
Okay, well, that was a very good reward, indeed.
“Roll over, baby, so Daddy can taste you.”
Excitement pumped through her veins as she rolled onto her back, her bottom instinctively clenching around the foreign object in her ass.
It didn’t hurt anymore, just as promised, and it was small enough she almost didn’t notice it until she squeezed.
But when she did clench, the little ripples of pleasure that came with the movement had her ready to beg for Daddy’s cock.
Who the hell was she?
Whoever this new version of her was, she liked her. She liked her a whole damn lot.
“My beautiful babygirl,” Dylan murmured, kneeling between her thighs, his hands on either side of her, caging her in just like before.
“I’m going to take my time with you, to taste every fucking inch of this gorgeous body before I finally fuck you.
But you have to keep being a very good girl for me if you want to be allowed to come. Understood?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
His smile flashed, so quick and boyish it had her heart stuttering to a stop. “Good girl. Arms up over your head.”
Eager to get her reward, she lifted her arms as requested—no, demanded, because there was no hint of request in that order—and her pussy throbbed at the flash of approval in his eyes.
“So obedient when there’s an orgasm on the line,” he teased with a low, wicked chuckle. “I’ll have to keep that in mind the next time you’re being stubborn.”
“I’m not stubborn.” At the quirk of his brow, she rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe I’m occasionally a tiny bit stubborn about some things.”
“Uh-huh. Well, the next time you decide to be a tiny bit stubborn, I’ll remember how obedient you can be when your pleasure is at stake. Keep your arms right there until I tell you otherwise.”
Part of her wanted to argue the point about her supposed stubbornness, but the part of her that really, really wanted to come won out so she kept her lips firmly shut.
Those surprisingly strong hands settled on her hips, nudging her dress up, inch by torturous inch.
“I’ve waited a long time to see you like this, Samantha.
All soft and flushed with pleasure. Waiting for Daddy to fill you up with his cock.
So many different ways I’ve imagined taking you for the very first time. ”
She didn’t think she’d ever get used to that. To knowing a man sixteen years her junior not only wanted her, but had fantasized about her, had imagined her naked and hadn’t run screaming in the opposite direction.
Hopefully the reality lived up to the fantasy, though she highly doubted it. Had he imagined the dimples in her thighs? The stretch marks on her stomach? The way her breasts sagged from breastfeeding and age?
How could the reality of her possibly live up to the dozens or more young, nubile coeds he’d probably slept with at college?
She was just about to reach for her dress, to drag it down and cover up again when he let out a low, guttural sound. “Fucking beautiful.”
It took a moment for her brain to catch up with reality. For her to realize he’d bared her stomach and her breasts while she was stuck in her head, imagining all the ways she couldn’t possibly measure up.
But even though she hadn’t been with a man in over two years, she knew hunger when she saw it. Knew the burning flame of desire when it blazed in someone’s eyes.
And looking up into Dylan’s eyes, he wasn’t just hungry for her.
He was starving.
Emboldened by what she found there, she arched up, pushing her satin-covered breasts toward him. “Daddy, please,” she whined, letting her own need color her voice.
“Sorry, baby. I just needed a minute. You’re even better than I fucking imagined and I still haven’t gotten you naked yet.”
With her dress still wrapped around her chest, he ducked his head, dragging his lips over the round swell of her stomach, over those stretch marks she was feeling so self-conscious about just a few moments ago, up to her heavy, aching breasts.
“Naked. I need you naked, so I can see what’s mine.”
Desperation colored his voice, driving her own need even higher as she shifted to help him get the dress off her. The bra went last, leaving her completely bare to his hungry, raking gaze.
“My beautiful woman. Mine.”
And then he was on her, his lips clamping around her nipple, sucking just hard enough to send pleasure arcing through her veins, straight to her clit. “Daddy!” The cry ripped from her throat as she arched up to meet him, need coiling low in her belly as he laved at her nipple with his tongue.
“Fuck, I love hearing you call me that.” His voice was rough, gravelly with his own need as he moved to her other breast. “I have, from the first moment you said it, but hearing you scream for me while I have you naked and writhing beneath me… it’s perfection.”
Warmth spread through her body at his words. Nobody had ever called her perfect before. For so much of her life, she’d been content with ‘good enough’. And now, here was this gorgeous man, worshiping her body and praising her for doing nothing but what came naturally.
Wanting to give him more, to live up to his ridiculously lofty opinion of her, she gave herself over. To need, to want, to him. She put every worry she had about her body, their age difference, the inevitable end of their relationship come fall, out of her mind and simply surrendered.
“Daddy, please. Please, fuck me. I need you.”
A soft growl met her ears a moment before he shifted over her, pale eyes burning in the dimming light. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
“No.” Desperation tinged his words, flickered in his eyes. “Tell me you need me.”
There was something there, lurking beneath the words. Something they’d have to unpack later. But right now, he wanted her to tell him she needed him, and considering she felt as though she might spontaneously combust if he didn’t fuck her soon, it was nothing to give him those words.
“I need you. Please, Daddy.”
A smile curved his lips. “Soon, baby. I promised you a reward, first.”
“I don’t want it. I want you. I need you inside me.”
A possessive need lit his eyes as he reached for the buttons on his dress shirt, popping them open one by one to bare the firm, chiseled chest beneath. “Beg me. Beg for Daddy’s cock. Tell me how much you need me.”
Again she heard that something beneath his words, but she was too far gone to examine it too closely.
Hands pressed against the headboard of the bed, she arched up as he stripped his shirt off, tossing it to the side.
“I need you, Daddy. I need your cock inside me before I die. And if that happens, I will haunt your ass forever and never let you forget that I died because you wouldn’t just fuck me already. ”
While she begged, he stripped, and just as she was finishing her increasingly desperate appeal, he settled between her splayed thighs again. Only now, there was no fabric separating them, and she nearly wept with relief as the thick head of his cock pushed inside her.
“Oh fuck.” Groaning the words, he slid deep into her pussy, filling her up, stretching her with a bite of pain. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him before now, but judging by that burning stretch, he was a hell of a lot larger than she was used to.
Holding there, he dropped his forehead to hers, his breaths ragged as he dragged air into his lungs. “Need a minute. God.” His laugh was as shaky as his breathing. “You feel better than I ever imagined, Samantha. Fucking perfect.”
Her heart tripped in her chest. “You keep saying that and I’m going to start believing you.”
When he lifted his head again, his eyes were once more blazing with that fierceness she remembered from before as he moved, his hips flexing slightly, almost experimentally.
“Good. Because you should believe me.” Another roll of his hips, more sure this time.
“Believe me when I tell you how beautiful you are. How smart and strong and brave you are. Believe me when I tell you how much I adore your sassy Little side and respect your Big side.”
His words were a silken web, and he the spider, weaving his trap around her as he spoke. And while his body stoked the fires of need in her belly, it was his words that held her captive, caught in that shimmering web of beautiful lies.
No. Not lies. The truth, or at least his truth. Because there was no faking the raw emotion she saw in his eyes as the words fell from his lips. He meant every one of them, and even if she didn’t believe him just yet, he believed enough for both of them.
“I need you to touch yourself for me, baby.” Another of those shaky, almost disbelieving laughs. “I’m not going to last much longer and I want to feel you milking my cock when you come. Show Daddy how you make yourself feel good, babygirl.”
Pulling one hand away from the headboard, she snaked her arm between them to where they were joined, pressing her fingers against her swollen clit. Her pussy immediately clenched in response, drawing a low moan from the man above her.
“Fuck. Good girl,” he choked out, his voice thick with desire. “Just like that, baby. Let Daddy feel you come.”
Pleasure washed over her with every roll of her fingertips over her clit, every thrust of his cock deep inside her. Driving her closer and closer to that cliff’s edge as her body trembled and clenched around him.
“That’s it, baby.” Again she heard that keen edge of need in his tone as his movements grew increasingly frenzied, his thrusts harder, less cautious. “Show Daddy what a good fucking girl you are and come for me, Samantha.”
His words, her touch, his cock, all of it combined to send her flying, the need inside her shattering into a million sharp, shimmering pieces. Pleasure raced through her veins, ripped a scream from her very soul as her muscles contracted around him.
With a cry of his own, Dylan buried himself inside her one final time, dropping onto his elbows, careful not to let his weight rest on her as he gasped for breath.
“My good girl,” he ground out between shuddering breaths. “My perfect fucking girl. Come here, baby.”
Rolling onto his back, he pulled her into his arms and she let herself snuggle into him, let herself be held and cuddled and praised while her system settled from the earth-shattering pleasure they’d just shared.
But as they snuggled, old doubts crept in, and her mind went into overdrive analyzing every second of their time together.
Was it good for you?
The question burned on her tongue, but it made her feel like a nervous teenager, so she held it back. Of course it had been good for him. He’d gotten his dick wet and he’d gotten off. What more could he possibly want?
“You’re thinking too loudly again.” Amusement colored his tone as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “What’s wrong, babygirl?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Just enjoying the afterglow.”
“Hmm. And what happens to naughty little girls who lie to their Daddies, Samantha Kay?”
“I’m not lying,” she whined, embarrassment heating her skin as she fought the urge to squirm. It was both fascinating and horrifying how quickly he could reduce her to a pouty Little girl.
“You are. And I’d really hate to ruin this moment by dragging you out of bed to wash those lies out of your mouth so I suggest you start talking, little girl.”
Well, she didn’t want that. But she also didn’t want to tell him how freaking neurotic she was being, either.
Forced to choose between the two, however, she was never, ever going to choose soap. “Just worrying that the fantasy didn’t live up to the reality for you.”
“Oh, baby.” Shifting onto his side, he cupped her cheek in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. “Everything about you has far outlived even my wildest fantasies.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of, to the point I’m having a bit of trouble believing you’re actually real and this isn’t just some incredible dream I’m going to wake up from someday.”
Her heart stuttered in her chest. And though she hated herself for the insecurity, the question she’d really wanted to ask finally burst out of her. “What about the other girls?”
“Baby, there are no other girls. There’s only you.”
“No, I mean…” God, she was a mess. “The girls who came before me.”
“Samantha.” His lips twitched with clear amusement. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. There has never been anyone but you.”
The words hung between them, heaving with meaning that shimmered just out of reach.
“When you say never, you mean—”
“I mean I’ve never fucked anyone but you, Sam, and I plan to keep it that way.”
Shoving up in the bed, she stared down at him. “Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”
“Was.” A self-satisfied grin spread across his face. “Not anymore.”
“Oh my god.” Pressure wrapped around her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs as she scrambled out of bed, raking her fingers through the tangled curls she’d put so much time into perfecting for their dinner. “You’re not serious. You’re just fucking with me.”
“Why would I fuck with you about something like that?”
“I don’t know, Dylan!”
The words were sharp, far sharper than she’d actually intended, and she instinctively froze in place as his expression shifted. Hardened.
“Okay. Enough. I understand you’re feeling some big feelings right now, but that does not give you the right to snap at me, little girl.”
“I’m not a little girl. I’m old enough to be your mother, literally, and I just took your fucking virginity.”
Rising from the bed in all his gorgeous, naked glory, he moved toward her, once again cupping her face in his hands.
“You didn’t take anything. I gave you something I’ve never given anyone else, because I didn’t want to give it to anyone else.
You're the only woman I’ve ever wanted, Samantha, and you’re the only woman I’m ever going to want.
The sooner you reconcile yourself to that, the happier we’ll both be. ”
“I can’t possibly be the only one.”
“You are. Have I been attracted to other people? Sure. But you’re the only one who’s ever been an itch under my skin, a burning in my veins. There is, was, and will only ever be you.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to that,” she whispered.
“You say ‘Okay, Daddy’ and then you tell Daddy what you want from the room service menu. And then you put on the adorable shark pajamas I packed for you so we can eat dinner in bed and watch whatever movie strikes your fancy. And if you’re a good girl, Daddy will give you the reward you were too impatient for earlier. ”
She was still reeling from the knowledge she was the only woman he’d been with. But his instructions helped calm her racing heart, gave her something to focus on that wasn’t this big, huge thing he’d just dropped in her lap.
At some point, they’d have to talk about it. But for now…
“Okay, Daddy.”