Chapter 10
DASH
I almost pinched myself again when I woke up later that morning, for the second time, wrapped in Callum’s—no, in Daddy’s arms, because on top of every other wonderful thing, he’d said I could call him that now, too.
No, he’d said he wanted to be that.
It was almost too much like the fantasies I’d indulged in over the years to feel real.
First, the daydreams I’d started spinning in my head during all those quick, furtive moments I’d stolen in one crappy apartment after another, featuring porn-inspired, strong, faceless men who actually wanted me; but then—ever since that day at La Vigneta—fantasies that had all starred him.
Hot Daddy Callum… now, my Daddy.
But this time, I didn’t need to pinch myself to know this was real, because not once had I ever dreamed that someone would want me enough to keep my dick locked away, just for him.
A delicious shiver ran through me, and I snuck my hand down between my legs to touch the shiny silver cage again.
Still there.
Still real.
Behind me, Daddy was snoring lightly, his big body wrapped almost all the way around me and my ass nestled right over his cock, which stirred against me when I moved.
I’d been so excited when I’d woken up earlier to find him leaning over me that I’d gotten overly excited, especially once he started doing all those things to me.
But after he’d locked me away, murmuring that I was his treasure and making me feel more safe and secure and protected than I’d ever felt in…
in ever, after all that, I’d realized that he’d been awake all night, flying back on the red eye earlier than he was scheduled to, just to see me—me!
—and that I was actually still super tired, too, since it hadn’t even been five in the morning yet.
So, we’d slept, and he’d held me like he didn’t want to let me go, but now I wasn’t just awake and well-rested, I was so horny from being so close to him for so long that I could hardly see straight, which was the weirdest feeling ever, since I still couldn’t get hard, either.
But he could.
I wiggled against him a little more, wondering what I should do about that. Every wonderful thing Jackie had told me about the way my Daddy would want to be in charge seemed true, so maybe he wouldn’t want me to do anything about it. Not without his permission.
The idea sent another overwhelming ripple of tingling heat through me, so exciting that I couldn’t help the whimpering little gasp I made.
I didn’t know why it felt so good to know I could count on him to take over like that.
Maybe because I’d lived my whole life up until I met him always on guard, always needing to look out for myself?
I couldn’t imagine trusting just any hot guy to look out for me the way Daddy did, but…
but maybe I’d never have to. Maybe, if I was really lucky, he’d let me stay in his bed and in his life and in this cage that made me feel like he’d just claimed me as his own, for… ever.
I sighed happily. A boy could dream.
And look! So far, he’d been making all my dreams come true, so—
“Sweetheart,” he murmured behind me, a sleepy rumble in his voice as the arm he had draped over my middle tightened, pulling me more firmly back against him.
I’d never slept in the same bed with anyone before, and I already never wanted to stop.
He pressed a kiss against the back of my neck, and I’d swear I could feel his lips curving up in a smile. “Are you always such a wiggly little thing?”
“I can’t help it. You’re so hard!”
I tried to squirm even closer, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his cock flexing against my ass.
Then, with a whole different kind of rumble in his voice, one that felt exciting and sounded possessive and made my whole body come alive, he slid his hand down between my legs to cup my trapped dick as he growled, “But you’re not, pretty baby.
You’re still tucked away, right where I put you. ”
I thrust against his hand, the heat from his palm confusing my dick in the most exciting way ever as it tried and failed and tried again to rise up and salute.
I couldn’t get any friction at all, but the possessive way he held me and the feel of his hard shaft rubbing against my butt and his…
his everything, making me feel a little crazed for a moment.
It made me want to hump his hand and promise him filthy things and beg for… for…
“Daddy.”
I didn’t know for what, but the deep, vibrating groan I got as he turned me onto my back and then rolled on top of me, pinning me in place, that… that was probably it.
“Daddy?” I asked, my voice trembling with excitement as he stared down at me like I was the treasure he’d locked up. Not just my dick, but all of me.
“Fuck, I love it when you call me that,” he murmured. “Are you really this perfect for me?”
“I’d… I’d like to be.” I could feel my cheeks heating up, but I didn’t look away. I couldn’t. “And you’re perfect for me, too.”
He gave me a slow, sexy smile that made my breath hitch. “I’d like to be.”
“You are. You make me so horny, but you make me feel safe, too. No one’s ever taken care of me like this before, and—” I felt a little shy admitting it, because it was pretty close to begging for it to be true, but I still said, “—the thing you put on my dick makes me feel like you won’t let me go. ”
“That’s amazing, baby,” he said, his voice getting husky in a way that made me want to crawl right inside him. “I didn’t think I could have this.”
“What do you mean?”
He hesitated. “I’ve made it a point to… hold back from being too overbearing in past relationships, not that my partners would agree.
” He shook his head, then gave me a rueful smile.
“Jackie, that little shit, was teasing me about my need to be in charge of everything the day we met you. I just never thought I could have that with someone and not send them running.”
“I’m not running,” I said, squirming underneath him and trying to tug him down even closer. He had his arms braced on either side of my head, holding most of his weight off me, and I wanted all of it.
“I know, pretty baby,” he said softly, not letting me pull him down. Then, with a flare of heat, he added, “And you know that I want to be in charge of everything.”
Oh.
“Yes, please,” I said as I quit tugging at him and relaxed. Not just my body, but all the invisible parts of me on the inside, too. Daddy was in charge, and it was perfect… for both of us.
He stared at me hard for a minute, then smiled, shaking his head. “You really mean that. It used to shock me, how free Jackie felt about just saying what he wanted even when it was…”
“Kinky?”
Daddy snorted, then laughed, and I grinned because I’d made him do that. And I wasn’t wrong, either. Jackie had told me about some things that… well, I’d seen porn, but he’d actually lived it.
“Your generation is so much freer with that sort of thing,” Daddy said, stroking my hair back. “It’s different for me. Coming out was one thing, but I’m not used to admitting the more aberrant things I want, or feeling like it’s okay to want them.”
I didn’t know what that word meant, but I could guess. He was wrong about “my generation,” though. We weren’t all one thing, and even though Jackie wasn’t that much older than me, I already knew he’d grown up totally different.
“It wasn’t okay for me to want weird things, either,” I whispered. “It wasn’t safe, and I knew even before I had to leave that last place that if anyone found out the things I liked…”
My stomach tightened up from remembering it, and Daddy’s face turned into fierce thunder. “You told me about that. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to say—”
“I know, it’s okay,” I rushed in, not wanting to spoil any of my time with him by thinking of that, even though I knew it wasn’t me he was mad at.
“Did any of them hurt you?” he asked, all growly. “You told me you ran from the last one, but…”
He pressed his lips together tightly. He meant Mom’s boyfriends. That was the past, though.
“Some of them were hitters,” I said, petting his chest to try and soothe him, “but I’m here now, and I’m not going back to that. Even if you change your mind and don’t want me anymore, I won’t. I promise.”
His eyes went all soft and wonderful again. “I’m not going to change my mind, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting for you for my whole life.”
“Oh,” I breathed out, all those bad memories drifting away like smoke. “Me too. You’re what I always dreamed of.”
He smiled, and I bit my lip, wondering if that sounded dumb to him. I knew my “whole life” hadn’t been as long as his, and I’d never had “past lovers” who I couldn’t be myself with, like he had. I’d never had anyone but him.
But it was still true.
He was the one I’d been waiting for, even before I knew that I was waiting.
“You’ve always dreamed of a lover who would take charge of everything, pretty baby?” he asked, a playful, teasing light in his eyes that made me swoon a little.
But then he rolled his hips against my trapped dick, and the feel of his thick shaft thrusting against my inner thighs—rock hard and as hot as a brand—shot a flame-hot bolt of that confused, horny-but-I-can’t-be-because-my-dick-won’t-get-hard excitement through me, making me forget all about swooning and maybe-probably starting to fall in love with him.
It made me forget everything except how very, very badly I wanted to be his.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. “Everything. All the time. Please.”
The teasing light in his eyes turned into something hotter. “All the time?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He stared down at me like he was trying to see into my soul. “I don’t think you understand how much I want to… own you. How much I want control over.”
“I do.” I hoped I did. “I want that, too. Please, just do it. Anything, Daddy. Any time. All the time. Everything you want. I’m… I’m yours.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth. “May I—”
“Yes.”