Chapter 3
Three
Darla
What made me think people weren’t going to stare at Moby?
As we sneak through one of the side entrances of the resort, one guest drops all her belongings and three maids run for their lives. Of course they do. He’s a seven-foot god holding a balled-up sweatshirt over his junk. On top of that, he is gorgeous.
Not in a classically handsome kind of way.
In an ancient, murderous barbarian kind of way.
And he will not take his soulful gray eyes off me.
He follows, towering behind me, his chest flexed like he might have to fight an army for my attention.
Uh, no. Unlikely. Because for the first time in my life, there are butterflies in my stomach when I look at a member of the opposite sex.
There are so many decisions I am making tonight that would be deemed unsafe by, well, anyone.
But I have this strange sense of safety when I am near Moby.
No matter how we met. Or how clear he’s made it that he wants to have sex with me.
Somehow, I feel as though I’m pulling the strings.
People have been making life choices on my behalf for so long, but now there is a seven-foot dreamboat wrapped around my finger.
No wonder I can’t stop smiling.
“This is my room,” I say breathily, tapping my key card against the reader and pushing open the door after the green light blinks.
“You might want to duck coming through the door,” I suggest, backing into the room and watching him enter.
Good lord, he looks like a confused being from another universe, running his fingers over the surface of paintings and squinting up at the recessed lighting. “Are you hungry?”
He thinks for a moment. “Yes, I think I am.”
I laugh, because obviously he’s joking. Who wouldn’t know if they’re hungry?
But it’s just one of many unusual phrases he’s spoke throughout the night.
For instance, he calls sex…mating. He calls me “little human.” He claims he doesn’t know his age.
But part of me wonders if he’s just a lot older than my eighteen.
In his early thirties, at the very least. Maybe he doesn’t want to scare me off?
I’m not sure he could at this point.
Not after that way he kissed me so satisfyingly.
Not after he sent Leonardo running for the hills.
Not after…
Then maybe I’m Daddy from now on.
My sex organs wind like a top, contracting, leaving me wet and winded. I didn’t even know I was capable of being turned on to such a degree. This man does it, though.
And he wants more. All of me. Tonight.
“I’ll order some room service for us, if you want to go sit on the patio.” I gesture to the private, enclosed seating area where I have my own private infinity pool overlooking the ocean. “There’s a pool. It’s heated and—”
“I will wait for you. You will come with me.”
Why does his rapt attention feel so incredible?
It’s authentic and it feels like he’s studying me, so he doesn’t miss a single detail.
“Okay,” I say, very aware that I’m in nothing but a wet bikini and he’s not really bothering to hide his privates anymore, now that we’re inside the room and I’ve already seen it. And them.
Geez Louise. I’ve never seen a man’s balls in real life, but I’m pretty sure they’re not supposed to be the size of two fresh picked oranges.
Perfectly proportional and clean as a whistle, too.
Not that I’m looking. I just…come on. It’s impossible to ignore his penis, which always remains heavily full and semi-erect.
It’s almost enviable, the way he saunters through my hotel room with the utmost confidence, his male splendor on full display.
“Where do you order room service?”
I frown, pointing to the QR code affixed to the bedside table. “Oh, I just scan this and then we can order whatever we want.”
“With that little machine?” He taps the screen of my phone with his finger. “You can order food?”
“Yes.”
“No wonder humans are so lazy,” he mutters, rubbing at his square chin, his voracious gaze traveling from my toes to the crown of my head. “If we order food, does that mean I have to wait to get the cuddling started?”
Goosebumps dance down my arms. “Well, no. I guess not. I could ask them to leave it in the foyer and we could eat…later.”
“I like this plan.” He scoops me up without warning, locking his forearms beneath my booty, turning and walking toward the patio.
I barely manage to place the room service order on my phone before he’s laying me down on the oversized chaise lounge and my phone goes skittering to goodness knows where.
He lies down on his side to my left, head propped on his bent arm, his opposite knuckle rimming circles around my navel.
“Does cuddling mean I can touch and…explore you?”
Heat envelops my skin. My tummy lining. “Usually, it means we hug. But it’s a different kind of hug, because we’re lying down.”
“I see. We are lying down naked and hugging.”
“I didn’t say naked!” I giggle.
“I am saying naked. We’re halfway there, aren’t we?
” He leans down and fastens his mouth to mine, making a hungry, resonant noise, as if I’m not going to notice him pulling aside the triangles of my bikini top and revealing my breasts to the night sky.
I notice, all right. I’m just…a little too caught up in the wind of his tongue and how it makes my tummy twist to stop him.
And when his palm scrapes over my bare breasts, one after the other, I arch my back, it’s so divine.
I want to get closer to his touch, whimpering when he gently tweaks my nipples, rubbing the sides of them, forward and back, with his finger in a V.
“Darla,” he says in a gravelly voice, his big chest puffing up and down. “I’ve been burning alive to fuck you for my own pleasure, but I think…yes, I like watching you get yours much more. Look at the way your hips squirm and I’m only teasing your nipples.”
“It feels so good, Moby,” I whisper, thankful my bikini bottoms are already wet so he can’t see the effect he’s having on my sex. It’s drenched and getting more so by the second.
“I am going to take off the bottoms next,” he announces.
My nerves jangle. “Wait. I don’t know. I-I’m not sure…”
Slowly, his right hand skates up to my throat and takes hold of it, gently silencing my protest, and the sudden stillness causes me to take stock of the situation.
I am lying flat on my back on a day bed, my breasts showing and a seven-foot-tall man is clenching my throat, albeit lightly.
His face leaning down over mine, his length hard and pressing against my outer thigh.
I can’t look away from his gray gaze. It’s like I’m hypnotized.
“You know as well as I do that I am going to fuck you,” he rasps, massaging the column of my throat in his massive hand.
“You have allowed me to bring you somewhere alone and gotten on your back for me in this silly little suit, that will be so easy to remove, and that is exactly what I plan to do. If I don’t figure out where my cock fits inside this beautiful body, I will explode.
” He tightens his hold on my throat, leans down to kiss my gasping mouth.
“I am going to take your bottoms off. All you say to that is ‘yes, Daddy.’”
“Yes, Daddy,” I eke out, not because I’m nervous or can’t breathe.
No, he’s not choking me to threaten, he’s letting me feel his dominance for the first time—and every cell in my body is waking up and rushing in happy, willing circles.
I still feel safe. Maybe even safer than before, because the way he looks at me is so treasuring.
His touch is adoring. He marvels at me, even now, when he tells me his plans.
And I like how small I feel with him above me.
Like his little girl.
The little girl he needs to fuck.
His grip leaves my throat now, and when his fingertips skate down my bare belly, I whimper uncontrollably, tummy hollowing. Oh God, I think I love being dominated.
“That’s a good little human,” he murmurs in that deep voice, slowly dragging my bathing suit bottoms down to my knees.
Stopping. Moaning long and loud at the sight of me, his eyes widening like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
He wrenches my bottoms the final distance to my ankles and throws them away, his face suddenly a breath away from my sex, examining it with hot eyes.
“So small and delicate, yet it fills me with monstrous urges, Darla.” He pushes my knees open, right then left, making a choked sound.
“It is hardly fair that the very part of a girl that incites so much violent hunger in a man should be so fragile. How will I keep from hurting you?”
His thumb slips along the slit of my sex and in doing so, brushes over a sensitive spot that leaves me gasping, wetness seeping out against my will.
But he sees it and heaves a strangled curse, his thumb parting me further.
Tracing. Exploring. In a desperate move to get a better view, he turns me sideways on the bed and throws my leg wide, his huffing breath bathing my juncture. My inner thighs.
“Sweet sandsharks, there is the breach. Small and pink. If you hadn’t already told me you’d never been mated, I would know just by looking at it. Fuck.” He leans in and nuzzles his nose against my opening, rubbing his lips side to side against it. Planting a panting kiss.
Licking.
One drag of his tongue encompasses my full sex and singes my nerve endings, my hips lifting without a signal from my brain.
My senses are reeling, the ceiling seems a million miles away, and all I can do is lie there, gulping down air, trying not to expire from the wealth of sensations he’s unleashing.
Mainly, need so heady, it’s almost confusing.
Where did it come from? Has it existed inside me all along?
Maybe so. Daddy unleashed it.