Chapter Sixteen
DAISY
The tears run down my face and to the floor. I’m sure I look a mess, but I can’t bring myself to care. It helps that my long hair is probably hiding my face. My eyes are out of focus, clouded by the tears that I refuse to wipe.
I’d given up a while ago. Given up my attempt to get out of my current position. While I wasn’t trying to push away from him, I could tell he wasn’t holding me down, simply holding me. Yet, I couldn’t move.
Exhaustion took over. I can’t figure out if I feel lighter or heavier, only weak. My ass is numb. His powerful hands are soft on my skin now, a tenderness to his touch.
A hitch catches in my breath. “I need you.” I think I already said that. It feels weird to admit it out loud.
“I’ve got you, baby.” His voice is soft and warm, wrapping around me like the coziest blanket. He carefully stands me up. “I will always take care of you.” I don’t have the strength to argue.
I zone out as I’m led into the bathroom. He turns on the shower, but I remain unfocused. All I can do is watch him. He smiles softly, then placed a kiss on my head. For a moment, he looks at me, pondering something.
He exhales, then undresses. I watch as he pulls his shirt up and over, revealing his muscular chest and abs that, under different circumstances, I’d want to run my hands over. It’s not until he pushes his jeans and underwear down that I feel myself swallow and wake up a little.
Was he always that… large?
Ethan grabs my hands and slowly leads us into the shower. It’s a little small for the both of us, but that doesn’t stop him from continuing. I stand quietly as he grabs a washcloth and the shower gel. He lathers it between his hands.
He steadies me with one soapy hand while the other glides across my skin with the warm washcloth. His movement slows as he reached my bottom, careful of any tenderness.
I stand still and feel the tears start, slow at first. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I stop crying? I squeeze my eyes closed, as if that can stop them. Warm water runs down me, rinsing the soap from my body. It’s not until the water is turned off that I open my eyes.
We step out of the shower and he gently dries me off in a plush towel. It feels nice and soft until he reaches my butt. I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips.
“Did I go too hard?” His eyes search mine.
I shake my head. There’s a tiny part of me in the back of my head that screams yes. The minor part that screams at him for doing it. That screams at me for letting it happen in the first place.
After he ensures I’m completely dry, he quickly dries himself. He leads me back into my room. I watch him pull back the covers, then climb in. He tucks me in.
“Don’t leave.” I panic.
He smiles at me. “I’m not.” He grabs my robe from the back of the door and wraps it around himself. “I need to get something out of my truck real quick. I’ll be right back, I promise.”
As he ties the robe shut, I can’t help but let out a giggle. This large man, in my fluffy purple robe, is definitely a sight to see.
He glances at himself in my mirror and laughs. “It’ll work.”
I continue to lie on my side and wait as he leaves. When I hear the door shut downstairs, I count in my head. Praying that he really does came back. The logical part of me knows he wouldn’t run off in just my robe, but I don’t feel exactly like myself in this moment.
Nineteen.
I hear the door close and exhale slowly, filled with relief. He walks into my room with a bag in hand. I watch him place it on the ground near my dresser, hang the robe back on the back of my door, then make his way to the bathroom.
I can hear him shuffling around in the cabinet, but my eyes are too heavy to care. All I can focus on is knowing he’s not leaving me. Not yet.
“Daisy, open your eyes.”
My eyes flutter open to see him with his hand out.
“Take this.”
I take the pills from his hand and grab my water from the bedside table. Once I swallow them, he smiles.
“Good girl.”
I relax back into my pillow. He flips off the light and crawls into the bed with me. His hand finds mine under the blanket and laces our fingers together. I close my eyes and feel myself relax more than I have in a long time.
*****
I wake up in the middle of the night to being wrapped in more warmth than I’m used to. It’s almost too hot. I move but find myself unable to do more than wiggle, weighed down by an arm across my middle and all the heat at my backside.
I try to wiggle out of his embrace, but all it does is make the presence of his cock at my backside that much harder. It wasn’t my intention, but now all I can think about is how full it would make me feel.
Maybe there is something wrong with me. Here I am, lying naked in bed with my high school sweetheart, who spanked me the night before, and all I can think about is sex. I haven’t had sex since him. My hand and favorite flower shaped toy get the job done.
I tried to once before, a couple of years ago, but quickly stopped it from actually happening.
It was a random date with a stranger. I thought maybe a little one-night stand would help me move on.
Turns out, I’m incapable of having something physical if my heart isn’t in it and I’d given my heart away a long time ago.
I knew I was destined to be alone after that.
Nobody would live up to him—not in my head. That realization made me just aware of how unfair it would be for anyone to be in a relationship with me. I’m a romantic and hoped that someone would break through that barrier, but it never happened.
Now here he was, naked in my bed. All six and a half feet of him. I bet his feet hang over the edge of my queen-size bed. There’s no way all of him would fit unless he was curled up. And he was, a little.
I wiggle a little closer to him, not caring that it’s too warm.
I can cool off later. Right now, I want to take advantage of being here in his arms. It’s different now than before.
He feels so much bigger, he feels stronger.
I feel safe and happy. Part of me is terrified he’s going to change his mind and leave.
Then all I can think about is what if I fall asleep and wake up to nothing. A cold, empty bed.
As if he can hear my inner thoughts, he wraps himself around me more, tighter. I feel his arm shift under my head, under the pillow, and wrap around me.
I can’t suppress the smile that covers my face as his hand naturally rests on my breast. He isn’t moving, so I’m eighty percent sure he is still asleep. His breathing remains steady behind me.
Then his cock goes harder. I feel it lengthen and harden as it presses between my thighs. I hear the hitch in his breath as he moves the hand covering my boob. Not much, just enough to double check where it is.
I stay silent, doing my best to keep my own breathing steady and see what happens next. His right hand pulls back across my waist slightly. Then the thumb of his left caresses my nipple. I gasp and push back against him on instinct.
He places a kiss on my neck, and I lace my right hand with his right, covering it and giving it a gentle squeeze before moving my hand back to the mattress. Now, we both know the other is awake. His thumb rubs across my nipple again, back and forth. I can’t steady my breathing after that.
I want more, but don’t know how to ask for it. Should I beg? I wasn’t above begging. Then his right hand pulls back and squeezes my hip gently before running down my thigh and pulling my leg back a little.
His lips brush across my neck again. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Keep going.” I close my eyes as his lips press to my neck once more.
His thumb continues to rub over my nipple, back and forth. Then he traces it with his fingers. His other hand moves between my legs, his movements slow and gentle. His fingers apply pressure, and I arch into him.
I squirm in his embrace as I feel his finger press further and apply just the right amount of pressure.
His other hand squeeze my breast before pulling at my nipple.
Then, his finger dips in and curls. I want more, and he keeps at it.
He keeps going at the pace that brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“Ethan, please.”
He bites down gently on my neck and it sends shivers down my spine. My head grows light and goosebumps cover my arms. The pressure explodes from the inside out as warmth floods my body and my head fills with stars.
“I’ve got you, baby. Always.”
I feel myself come down and relax before sleep takes over again.