Chapter 36
KYLIE
Patrick took me back to his apartment. It felt like a refuge amidst the chaos of the last few weeks.
The spacious apartment was surprisingly cozy, with soft lighting that warmed the room and muted the starkness of the outside world.
The faint scent of his cologne and something sweet lingered in the air.
I inhaled, feeling his warmth. The living room comprised a dark leather sectional in an L shape, a round dark wooden coffee table scattered with paperwork, folders, and notebooks.
Opposite the couch, a wall of shelves housed a modestly sized flat screen with books, framed photos, and other knick-knacks.
I picked up a photo of him, Josh, and Kyler. They looked so young.
“When was this taken?”
“High school.” He collected the paperwork from the coffee table and stacked it on the side table. The small kitchenette sat in a corner behind a small, round glass-top table with two chairs.
“Where’s the bedroom?” I peered at the door behind him. He pointed across the apartment to the only other door in the place, behind me.
“What’s back there?” I pointed.
“Let me show you something?” He reached out his hand; I took it. He opened the door and stepped to the side. The room was empty except for a cozy, overstuffed chair near the floor to ceiling windows and the teddy bear from Rayna’s playroom.
“How did he get here?” I asked and skipped to him. I hugged him to my chest; his soft fur against my cheek made my insides melt.
“He’s been waiting for you?” Patrick slid into the chair and pulled me onto his lap. “I think he needs a name.”
“How about Oz?” I drew out the zzz. “The magic of Oz brought us together.”
We stared at each other, and both laughed. “I know, super corny.”
“Yeah, but I love it.” He nuzzled my neck. “So, what do you think of the room?”
“You looking for a roommate?” I swung my legs back and forth, snuggling with my new friend.
“Nope.” I turned my face toward his, and he captured my lips. He kissed them twice before nibbling on my bottom lip. Oz squished between us. “You know what I’m looking for.”
I pulled back. “One second, Daddy.” I hopped off his lap and set Oz behind the chair. “He’s too little to be seeing us get all sexy in front of him.”
Patrick chuckled. “You didn’t answer my questions.” Instead of pulling me into his lap, he stood up and lifted me in his arms. “I want you to move in with me so I can keep a close eye on you. Hold you anytime I want.” He tickled my sides. “Will you be my little girl, Kylie?”
“Stop, Daddy.” I giggled. “You really want me to move in. Why?”
“So I can love you.” He whispered against my lips before kissing me.
When he allowed me to breathe. His words echoed around my brain. Love me.
Did Patrick Carmichael love me?
“Yes, Kylie.” He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. “I love you, my little sneak.”
And he could read my mind. I know I did not ask that question out loud.
I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, Patrick kissed me.
I tried again, but he kissed me again, making me forget what I was going to say.
I pouted, and once again it was met with a kiss.
He walked us through the apartment into his bedroom, never breaking our kiss, even as he walked us to the bedroom.
Patrick laid me down and continued his assault until my clothes fell off.
Leaning on one arm, his free hand roaming as his mouth left mine to explore down my body.
His touch was soft and gentle. Tears sprang to my eyes.
“Hey, baby.” He stared down at me. “What’s wrong?”
“I love you, too.” I sobbed and buried my face in his neck. “And I want to be your little girl. Forever.”
“Then why are you crying?” He chuckled and brushed a tear from my cheek. “Is it too much too soon? We can slow down if you like; I just didn’t want to go another second without telling you how I felt.”
“It is too fast, but I don’t care.” I exhaled. “I want to be with you too, Daddy.”
“Good, because if you said no, I wasn’t going to let you go, anyway.” He tickled my sides, then crawled down my body, kissing a trail along my skin. He stood up and pulled his polo over his head and discarded it on the floor.
“Daddy. You can’t say things like that.” I sat up on my elbows. “That’s how we got into this mess in the first place.”
“Not if you give me your consent.” He worked on his pants next, sliding them off his firm ass and down his muscular legs.
“You want my consent to kidnap me?”
“Yep.”
“And brainwash me.”
He nodded, winked, and grinned with his whole face.
“And, to do anything you want to me.”
“You have a safe word.” He removed and stepped out of his briefs. His cock sprang to attention, hard and still beautiful.
“Okay, Daddy.” I shifted onto my knees. “I consent.”
He growled and gripped me around my waist, tackling me onto my back with a grunt. “Now stay put.” He pointed and rolled off the bed. “We have some business to take care of first.”
“Yes, sir.”
He rummaged through his nightstand and rolled back over, pulling me onto my side. He stared down at me, tracing his fingertips down the curves of my face, down my neck. “I can’t wait to learn every single part of you.” He followed his fingers with his lips. “You are so beautiful, my little sneak.”
The nickname made my insides flip.
“Thank you for letting me be your daddy.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
He looked up and tilted his head.
“I wanted to know what it felt like to say it first.”
“Will you still love me after your punishment?” He smacked his hand on my ass. The sound vibrated off the walls, followed by the sting.
“Daddy!” I sat up. “Why am I getting a spanking?” I rubbed the sting away.
“After the phone call, I thought I told you to stay put.” His eyes narrowed. “You disobeyed your daddy.”
Oh shoot. I forgot about that and now I felt bad.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He rolled me onto my stomach and unleashed smacks to my backside in quick succession.
“I know, baby.” He kissed the painful flesh. “And I am happy you were there to take care of the girls, but you still didn’t listen to your daddy.”
He continued my punishment. Spreading out the impact over my ass and down to my sit spots.
They were still sore from my last spanking.
Once it was over, he rubbed his hand over my heated skin, soothing it with small kisses.
He flipped me back onto my back and continued laying small kisses along my stomach.
Warmth blossomed in my chest. His fingers skimmed over my pussy.
“So pretty.” He whispered against my clit before sucking it into his mouth.
His fingers slid through my folds. “So wet.” He spread my essence around and plunged two fingers inside, while slowly twisting them.
His knuckle bumping against my g-spot. The warmth shot out of my core in spasms.
“Daddy, I need you now.”
“Patience, baby.” He bit the inside of my thigh and then kissed it to take away the sting. With a hand under my ass, he flipped me over onto my stomach and kissed the top of my ass and worked his way back up my body. His fingers remained below my waist, lightly trailing down my ass crack.
I squirmed.
“Such a beautiful ass.” He tapped my hole; the bundle of nerves spasmed. I gasped.
“I want to know every inch of you, Kylie,” he whispered in my ear and circled my rose bud a few times before pressing the tip of his finger in.
“Daddy, please.” I wanted him. Maybe not in my ass, at least not tonight, but I needed him to fill me up. Make me feel whole. Remind me how he would consume my mind and my body and how I will love it and love him for giving me what I needed.
“What do you want, Kylie girl?” He tugged on my earlobe with his teeth.
“I want you inside me, Daddy.” The desperation in my voice would be embarrassing tomorrow, but now it was necessary. “Please, Dadd–”
Before I finished the sentence, his cock slid inside my pussy. He entered me from behind but twisted my torso to plunge his tongue into my mouth for a scorching kiss. I was sure it would cause us both to spontaneously combust.
His cock hit me at an angle where all my senses went on high alert. “Oh, yes, Daddy, please keep doing that?”
“Oh, baby, you feel so good wrapped around me.” He slid in deep, my body gripping him, not wanting him to get away. “I love being inside of you.”
“I you. Love. Daddy, oh, Daddy. Please.” I was talking in love jumbles, not able to put a full coherent sentence together, but I was using the right words to get him to keep touching me like that, kissing me like that. Fucking me like that.
He stopped and rolled us onto our sides. He lifted my thigh, cradling my body against his before reaching down and gripping my ass with both hands. The pain blossomed and settled into pleasure as he scraped my insides at a different angle and pulled me on and off his cock.
“Fuck, Kylie, come for me, baby.” He ground himself deeply. “Can you cum like this?” He did it again. His pelvis rubbing my clit with the right amount of pressure.
“Yes, Daddy.” I rocked against him, feeling a spark and a sudden stillness. That moment of trepidation when you aren’t sure whether your orgasm will explode or retreat. Thankfully, it was the former. “Oh, yes, Daddy. I’m coming.”
“Fuck, baby.” His cock swelled and spasmed inside me as he came, the condom a thin barrier between us. It sparked more aftershocks in my core. “So good.” Patrick growled into my ear and pressed inside me one more time, holding me still while his orgasm jerked his body, prolonging my own.
When we came down and could catch our breath, Patrick rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. I snuggled into his side. He lazily kissed the top of my head, his neck barely able to hold him up. He flopped back down and exhaled.
“I told you, Daddy.”
“Told me what, baby.” He snaked his hand through my hair and pulled my head back to look into my eyes.
“That mushy love would be just as hot.”
“You were right.” He leaned down to kiss me.
“Kylie is always right.” I kissed him back.
We spent the rest of the day taking it easy. He curled around me while we napped. When we woke up, Patrick showed me something his room had that mine didn’t. A bathtub.
We lingered in the tub, snacking on fruit and cheese until the water grew cool and our fingertips wrinkled. We had gotten little sleep the night before and got dressed only to grab dinner and take it back to my place.
The rest of the night, Patrick helped me pack up my stuff and finally, we crawled into bed. I let the real world fall away, content in letting Patrick take care of me and everything else.
For the first time in a long time, not only was I happy, but my little was happy, too.