12. Chapter Twelve
CHAPTER TWELVE
MAYLEE
T he guilt was eating her up. She hadn’t texted Ezra back, but her phone had stopped buzzing. Maybe it finally died.
The thought of it dying made her guilt even worse. She had promised Ezra she would always keep her phone charged to her best ability. Obviously, there were times when she couldn’t, like if she was ever sick. But even then, she was supposed to text him so he knew and could take care of her.
She just had a feeling everything was going to change, and she wasn’t ready for it. She didn’t want to have to say goodbye to him.
Her tears continued to slide down her face. How was she ever going to ask Ezra for forgiveness? Would he even give her a chance to explain? Maybe she should have messaged him back and told the truth. It would have eased the guilt she was feeling right now. Then maybe he wouldn’t have had the conversation as well.
Maylee closed her eyes and snuggled into her blanket. She would have to wash this blanket when she got up. All her snot and tears were on it.
Her door closed, and she opened her eyes. Who was in her house? Had she left her door unlocked? Maylee was certain she had locked it when she got home.
“Oh, Lee,” Ezra said as he entered her living room. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
That was all it took for the floodgates to open. She sobbed and buried her head in her dirty blanket. If she was in her right mind, she would be totally grossed out, but right now she didn’t care. All she heard was the care in his voice but also the worry.
There she was again, making him worry about her.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed.
Ezra came to her and helped her sit up before pulling her into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, and she felt safe and secure, as if nothing bad could ever happen to her.
“You’re okay,” he said, gently. “Everything is going to be okay.”
She cried harder. How did he know everything was going to be okay? He couldn’t look into the future.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Daddy asked.
She sniffled and buried her head in his chest. Maylee didn’t want to talk about it. It was why she had been avoiding his texts and calls. Did he not understand that?
“Lee. Talk to me.”
She shook her head.
“You can tell me anything. I promise I won’t judge. Tell me what’s wrong. ”
The care in his voice made her want to tell him everything.
“Please, Lee? I want to help you, and the only way I can is if you talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m just overwhelmed and didn’t know who to talk to!” she wailed. “Liv is out of the country, and I can’t talk to anyone else. No one knows she’s in the lifestyle besides your coworkers and Liv. I can’t talk to the guys because they would go to you!”
“You talk to me,” Ezra said. “I’m always here for you. Next time, you need to come to me.”
“But it involves you!”
“If I’m the only one that is available, I don’t care if it involves me. You come and talk to me. Communication is key between us,” he stated. “I should have done a better job at helping you process everything. I’m sorry. I should have taken it slower and not pushed you.”
“No!” she yelled.
Daddy raised an eyebrow at her. She didn’t want to talk about it, but she also didn’t want him to back off. That was her problem. She wanted more, not less of it.
“Maylee,” he said. “I don’t want to push you and make you regret anything.”
“I don’t, and I won’t,” she replied.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong? Why you’re overwhelmed?”
She pushed her face into his chest for several seconds. There was no way around this. She was going to have to tell him.
“Lee, I’m here for you. I’m always here for you.”
“I’m overwhelmed because I’m in a funk but also because.” She drew a deep breath. Was she really about to tell him she wanted more?
“Because?” he prompted her.
“Because I want more. I crave more,” she whispered, not looking him in the eye.
What was he going to say? He was the one who had mentioned her trying it out, but he had said twice a week, not more. And Ezra still had to talk to her about whatever he’d texted her about before. Could it be him telling her he didn’t want to continue?
“I was going to talk to you about that.”
She closed her eyes and waited for him to tell her he didn’t want this anymore. To tell her they were done and couldn’t be friends any longer.
“It’s nothing bad,” he said. “I think you’ll benefit if you have rules twenty-four seven right now. I think it’ll help you.”
She popped her eyes open and stared at him in shock. Had he really said that?
“I think it’ll help you so this doesn’t happen again, but I also think it’ll help while you’re trying to figure your Little side,” he prompted. “Only if you want to and are okay with it.”
“O-okay,” she stuttered. “I think I would benefit from that.” Maylee wasn’t sure, but she wanted to give it a try.
“We can try it for a week and reevaluate after. Or if it gets to be too much, you tell me immediately, and we will talk about it. Does that sound okay?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Daddy. ”
She blushed. “Yes, Daddy.”
Maylee felt a little more at ease. Maybe it was because Daddy would be taking care of her, that she would have structure in her life.
“Such a good girl.”
She nuzzled into his chest and sighed. She was still feeling somewhat overwhelmed, but it was starting to lessen the more she talked to Daddy. Which was probably telling her something.
She should have talked to Daddy to begin with and not pushed him away.
“Now, let’s talk about rules,” Daddy said.
Maylee whined. “No rules.”
“Yes, rules. You need them, and you know that.”
She didn’t want to need the stupid rules.
“We’ll be writing them down later. Right now, I’m going to hold you while I tell you the rules. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, rule number one. Health and safety. You will always wear your seatbelt, eat enough to nourish your body, and you will be drinking a minimum of forty ounces of water.”
Maylee whined and shook her head. “That’s only the first one, and it’s so long. I’m never going to remember all of this.”
“That’s why I said we were going to write it down later. I actually have it written on my phone. We’ll print it out and place it around the house, so you’ll be able to refer to them.”
She didn’t want them around her house, but she didn’t have a say. Daddy was telling her the rules, and she had to follow them .
“If you don’t like a rule, we can discuss it, but most of these are important and are for your health and safety. I’m not going to abuse my power.”
Maylee nodded and waited for him to continue.
“If you want something sweet, you will ask me first. I don’t want you to get a stomachache. Second rule is no lying. I don’t need to explain that, do I?”
“No, Daddy.”
“That means if I ask you something, you reply honestly, and we’ll talk about it.”
“What if I don’t know how to form it? Can it wait a couple of hours until I figure out how to say it?”
“Yes, but if it is harming you, then you’ll tell me. It can be a string of things, and we’ll talk through it and figure it out.”
“Okay.”
“If I find out that you’re telling me you don’t know how to form it and abusing that, then I’ll take it away. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I won’t do that.”
“I know, baby, but I needed to let you know. Third rule is no swearing. You know I don’t like it, and it shouldn’t be coming out of your mouth. Fourth rule is you’ll be going to bed at ten.”
“Ten?” She raised her voice.
“Yes, ten. Do you want me to make it nine?”
“No, Daddy. Ten is perfectly fine with me.”
No more staying up late into the night. How was she going to survive?
“Fifth rule. You will tell me what you need, no matter how embarrassing you think it is. If you need it, you let me know. Sixth rule is you will show me respect, no matter what, and I will do the same. Seventh is no talking bad about yourself. I will not tolerate it, and if I hear you talking bad about yourself, you will be over my knee. No matter where we are,” Daddy said. “Eighth rule is you will always let me know if you are going somewhere. I want you safe, at all times.”
“Will you let me know where you’re going?” she asked.
“If you want that, yes. Though, I may not be able to text you if I’m on a job. Some jobs are higher security, and I won’t be able to text.”
She nodded. “I would like that.”
“Good girl. Last thing is you can always use your safeword. Don’t abuse it, but if you need to, you always have it. We’ll stop whatever we’re doing and talk about it.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She pulled away from him and opened her mouth. She wanted to ask a question but didn’t know if he would tell her. Well, if he didn’t then she was going to worry about it the whole time.
“Yes, Lee?”
“What are my punishments going to be if I get into trouble?”
“Spankings, corner time, lines. Are those okay with you?”
She shook her head. “I don’t like them.”
“You’re not supposed to like them. That’s why it’s called a punishment. Are they hard nos for you?”
“No, they aren’t. All of them are okay, I guess. No matter how icky they are.”
Daddy cupped her face in his hands. “So precious.”
She smiled and leaned into his hands. She loved it when he said things like that .
“Now, you said you were overwhelmed because you were in a funk and wanted more, craved more. Has this helped?”
“I think? I’m not really sure, but I think it has.”
“If that changes, you let me know right away, and we’ll figure something out.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
There was no turning back now. She was calling him Daddy in her head and in person. Maylee was simply going to have to deal with the heartbreak when he told her they had to end it.
“Do you want to cuddle and watch a movie?”
“Please.”
“Okay, Lee. Why don’t we set this blanket to the side, and we’ll grab another one and cuddle under it.”
It was probably the best idea. Her blanket was nasty with how much snot was on it. Would she be able to get it out when she washed it, or would she have to get rid of the blanket? Why had she used her favorite blanket?
Because she wanted comfort, and it was her favorite blanket.
“We’ll get it washed. Don’t worry,” Daddy said.
Daddy placed her blanket to the side on the ground before grabbing another from her bin. Yep, she had a bin full of blankets next to her couch. It was one of her favorite things she loved about her house.
“Let’s lie down. You’ll be in front of me.”
She got off his lap and let him get into position before crawling in front of him. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her even closer to him. She sighed and watched as he picked a movie .
“Pocahontas?” Daddy asked.
She let out a squeal and nodded. Pocahontas was the best movie ever made.
“I shouldn’t have even asked.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” she replied, cheekily.
Daddy playfully swatted her thigh. The movie started to play, and she was totally engrossed in it. Daddy slowly started to move his hand, but she didn’t pay any attention to it. Not until he slipped his hand into her underwear and was cupping her pussy.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Please.”
His fingers slowly slid between her folds. Pleasure coursed through her body, and she leaned her head back against his chest.
“Sir. Please,” she begged.
“I don’t know. You were naughty for ignoring me earlier and for not coming to me immediately when I told you to,” he said.
“You didn’t tell me to.”
“Yes, I did. I said if you were feeling any symptoms of subdrop, being in a funk, you were to tell me immediately.”
Shit. She had completely forgotten about that.
“Yeah, I see the realization across your face. You know what I said is true.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you, baby, but I think you don’t get to come tonight.”
She whined and shook her head. “Please, Sir. Let me. Please.”
“You can suck me off but no coming.”
She closed her eyes and whimpered as his fingers left her pussy. It was pure torture being turned on only to be denied the release she so desperately needed.
“Scooch down a little,” Sir commanded.
She held back her remark and did as he asked. Before he could say anything, she flipped so she was facing him and was staring right at his crotch. Was he really not going to let her come?
“Such a good girl,” he cooed at her. “You can take him out of my pants.”
He was wearing sweatpants, like he knew they would do something. Easy access. Maylee slowly pulled his sweatpants down so that his dick sprang free.
“No underwear?” she whispered.
“No, Lee. No underwear.”
She licked her lips and moved to take him in her mouth but stopped herself.
Looking up at Sir, she asked, “Can I?”
“You may.”
She grabbed the base of his cock and leaned forward, taking the tip into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the tip, she gave him a little squeeze with her hand.
“Shit,” Ezra growled. “I’m not going to last long if you continue to do that.”
Hearing those words spurred her on. She didn’t care how soon he finished; she just wanted to bring him pleasure.
“Take me deeper,” he commanded.
Arousal filled her, and she took him deeper. Gagging, she pulled back slightly before hollowing out her cheeks .
Ezra moaned and bucked his hips. “Just like that, baby.”
She moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue on his tip occasionally.
“Shit. Maylee. I’m close. Pull back if you don’t want to swallow.”
But she continued to suck him off. There was no way she was going to let him come and not swallow it. She gave him a little squeeze as she gently grazed her teeth against his cock, sending him over the edge.
Warm cum spurted in her mouth, and she moaned.
Ezra carefully pulled out of her mouth. “Such a good girl. Swallow for me.”
She swallowed and opened her mouth, showing him it was all gone.
“My good girl.”
“Ca—” She took a deep breath. “Can I come now?”
“No, baby. You may not.”
She pouted.
“Another day and it’ll be amazing.”
“But.”
“No buts. You were naughty, and this is your punishment. Tomorrow you can come.”
How was she going to survive until tomorrow when she was this frustrated and turned on?
“Let’s focus on the movie now. We’ll have to restart it, though.”
Daddy helped her turn around, cupping her pussy again as he restarted the movie.
“Daddy,” she whined .
“Watch the movie.”
How was she going to pay attention when she was turned on and his hand was cupping her? She wasn’t.