Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Amber went completely limp in Isaac’s arms as the waves of her release subsided. Thank goodness he was still holding her up or she might have fallen on her face. He was also still buried deep inside her, and she wished he would stay there forever.
She hadn’t expected this level of connection with him. It was as if the two of them were one—as if they always had been from the beginning of time. The exhilarating experience of having him inside her made her feel even closer to him.
He kissed her neck. “I need to pull out and clean you up, Little one.”
She whimpered and shook her head. “Stay.”
He chuckled. “I know it feels good. We’ll do it again soon, Baby girl. But you need a bottle and some rest.”
She shook her head, feeling defiant. “No, Daddy.”
He nipped at her shoulder again. Why did he keep doing that?
Every time his teeth bit into her skin, she felt it all through her body.
She knew there would be marks. He wasn’t breaking the skin.
She didn’t feel or smell blood, but he was marking her all the same.
And she liked it. Liked knowing that if anyone saw her in the coming days, they would know who she belonged to.
Not that she needed to make a physical statement. Everyone already knew she was his mate. Their bond was firmly established and had been even before they’d had sex. But there was something possessive about his bite marks that made her feel like shouting to the world.
Daddy lifted her off his cock and gently lowered her to the bed. “Lie on your back, Little one. Legs open for me.”
She rolled over for him and parted her knees, watching as he spread her inner thighs farther and lowered his face. He was inspecting her. Her face heated. After everything they’d just done, why would she be embarrassed for her Daddy to inspect her pussy?
He touched her gently. “Sore?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Don’t move.” He left the room, allowing her to stare at his firm naked backside as he retreated. His body made her drool. Her pussy pulsed all over again as if it hadn’t just been fully sated.
When he returned, he was holding a wet cloth, and he gently cleaned her folds. “You’ll heal quickly, Little one. By the time you’ve had a bottle and a nap, you’ll be able to take me again.”
At least he wasn’t going to deny her for long.
He patted her hip. “Roll onto your side so I can check your temperature.”
She obeyed him, bracing herself for the intrusion.
The fact that he intended to put that thermometer inside her several times in the coming hours wasn’t what embarrassed her.
What did was the fact that she liked it.
Every time he touched her forbidden hole, her pussy responded, and hiding that from him was an impossibility.
“Such a good girl,” he praised as he slid the rod into her.
He kissed her hip and stroked her skin. “No reason to be embarrassed. Lots of Little girls find they enjoy having their bottoms penetrated. It’s not uncommon.
It’s your way of submitting to me and showing me that you can and will obey me.
It feels good to let me take the reins.”
She pulled her knees up, unable to respond but wanting him to know she would submit to him in this and all things. It felt natural.
When he removed the thermometer, he kept his hand on her hip, silently telling her not to move. A few seconds later, he touched her tight hole, rubbing more lubricant against the entrance before pushing his finger into her.
She clenched, trying not to move at the unexpected intrusion.
Daddy eased his finger in farther. “Relax your bottom, Amber. Let Daddy touch your naughty hole.”
She was breathing heavily as she struggled to obey him. Would it always be like this? Would he repeatedly be asking her to do new embarrassing things, demanding her compliance?
Fisting her hands in between her breasts, she willed her body to comply with his demands. The need to please him was more powerful than the need to assert her modesty.
Nerve endings she’d never known existed came to life inside her rectum, all of them insisting she let this happen. Gradually she relaxed her tight grip, closing her eyes, her breaths evening out as she let herself enjoy the feel of his finger easing in and out of her naughty hole.
When he eventually removed his finger, she whimpered.
He kissed her hip again. “You’re mine, Amber. Every inch of you. I will worship all of you every day, and you will learn to crave my touch on every part of your body, inside and out.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He guided her onto her back. “Legs open, Baby girl.”
She parted her knees for him, limp and obedient. She didn’t say a word as he slid a diaper under her and fastened it around her waist. He kissed her tummy when he was done. “Bottle and then a nap. You’ll wet yourself while you rest.”
He wasn’t asking. He wasn’t even checking with her to test her compliance. He was simply stating a fact, letting her know what was next on the agenda.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, accepting the fact that diapers were occasionally going to be a part of her life. Arguing wasn’t permitted. She didn’t feel the urge or need to be disagreeable.
After putting on a pair of loose shorts, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the kitchen.
She held on to his neck and watched as he prepared another bottle, and she eagerly accepted the nipple and started sucking as soon as he cradled her in his armchair.
She was ravenous and downed the formula in minutes.
As soon as nothing more came out of the bottle, he swapped the nipple for a pacifier, gently rocking her in his arms. “Rest, Little one.”
She closed her eyes and let sleep draw her under, comforted by his warmth and scent all around her.
It seemed like moments later that she jolted awake, restless and hot. She whimpered as she squirmed in her Daddy’s arms.
He stroked her cheek and smiled at her before popping the pacifier out of her mouth. “Your temperature rose quickly, Little one. I’m going to check it again.”
It was difficult to focus on anything in particular.
She felt delirious and confused as he carried her to the bedroom, deposited her gently on the bed, and removed her obviously soaked diaper.
The fact that she’d wet herself in his arms should have embarrassed her.
It was as confusing as everything else that had happened today, but instead she let herself relax into his care.
His ways were unexpected and startling, but a strange calm settled deep inside her.
On the outside, she was shaking from the fever and nervous about her first shift, which she knew was coming, but inside she was at home.
Peaceful. All would be right in her world.
She just needed to trust her mate to take care of everything.
Daddy was quick about cleaning her and checking her temperature. When he was done, she reached for him. “Need you.” She felt confident he would not turn her down. He’d told her it would be this way. The frenzy she felt was normal and expected.
Isaac stripped off his shorts, climbed onto the bed, and stretched out on his back. “Climb over me, Little one. Straddle me. Ride me.”
Her face heated as she realized his intention, but she scrambled to position herself over him and immediately planted her hands on his chest and rubbed her pussy against his shaft. Totally uninhibited, she took her pleasure.
“That’s it, Little one,” he encouraged, his hands sliding up and down her back before coming to a stop in the exact spot where he could stroke her breasts with his thumbs. “Take your pleasure.”
Amber rubbed harder, grinding her pussy against his shaft where it lay flattened across his stomach. She needed to come, and she was so close. Tipping her head back, she focused on the friction until her pussy seized and waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Just when she thought she would collapse, Isaac lifted her a few inches by her hips, causing his cock to pop upward. When he lowered her, he impaled her.
Amber cried out, so stunned that she came again, a violent orgasm that made her feel desperate and feral. And it wasn’t enough.
Planting her palms on Isaac’s chest, she used her feet as leverage and bounced up and down, using him to drive her arousal higher and higher.
She was aware that she was dazed, making all kinds of sounds, and basically out of her mind, but she didn’t care, and whenever she was able to hold Daddy’s gaze for a moment, she reminded herself he was just as frenzied as she was.
She came again. And then again. She was pretty sure he also got more than one release inside her before she collapsed over him, totally exhausted but still tingling with need as if they hadn’t just fucked hard enough to crack the foundation of his house.
Unfocused, her eyes barely open, she let him move her around like a rag doll.
He checked her temperature again, then lowered them both into a cool bath.
The water felt amazing against her sore and heated skin, and she leaned her back against his front and luxuriated in the feel of his palms running all over her body as he washed her.
At some point, he’d even piled her hair up on top of her head in a messy bun. So thoughtful.
She rubbed her neck where he’d nipped at her. “Can you see them?” she murmured.
“See what, Baby girl?”
“Bite marks,” she whispered.
He kissed one of the spots. “No. You’re healing too quickly.”
She found herself pouting.
He chuckled. “You like my teeth on you, don’t you, naughty girl?”
“Mmm.”
“I’ll do it again sometime. If you want everyone to see my claim blatantly displayed, I’ll nip your neck before we head to someone else’s home.”
“Mmm,” she repeated, smiling. She liked that idea.
There was another round of bottle feeding. Another diaper. Several more temperature checks. And then Daddy clasped her cheek and met her gaze. “It’s time, Little one. You’re ready.”