Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Wade
Isat in my suite with a small box beside me on the bed, shirtless and comfortable in sweatpants.
My hair was slightly damp from the shower I'd taken earlier, and I could hear the distant sound of water running from the guest bath where Marie was bathing herself and Honey after their day in the ocean.
She'd refused my help, though she'd allowed Sylvia to sit in the bathroom with her for safety. I understood the need for boundaries, for control over her own body after having none. So I waited patiently, knowing she'd come to me when she was ready.
Eventually, I heard Marie's voice talking to Sylvia, then footsteps down the hall. The door to my suite opened, and she walked in alone, the chef having delivered Honey’s fancy dinner.
Marie looked fresh and soft, her skin glowing and her hair pulled back from her face. She wore pink pajamas, a short-sleeved shirt, and matching shorts, and she smelled like coconut, absolutely edible. Her feet were still bandaged, but she walked more easily now, her healing progressing well.
I patted my thigh, a clear command, dominant and expectant, and watched her eyes go wide before she crossed to me. She settled onto my lap sideways, one arm going around my neck for balance, and I wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her secure.
"Hi, darling," I purred, letting amusement and heat color my voice while I looked her over appreciatively.
"Hi, daddy." Her voice was shy, sweet, and it made satisfaction settle deep that she was using that title so naturally now.
"Good girl," I praised, feeling her shiver slightly against me. My hand stroked up and down her side in soothing patterns. "I have something for you."
I reached for the box beside me and placed it in her lap, watching her look at it with curious eyes. "Why don't you open it?"
She was quiet as she lifted the lid, her movements almost tentative, and I watched her face intently. Every shift in her breathing, every tell that would let me know how she was feeling.
Her sharp inhale was immediate when she saw the contents, her eyes going wide, her cheeks flushing with that pretty heat I loved. She stared at the box, looking over each item one by one.
Pink nipple clamps with delicate chains. A bottle of lube accompanied by a pink jeweled butt plug. A top-of-the-line pink wand vibrator, and a pink dildo with an attachment point at the base—though I wasn't going to tell her what that attached to yet.
Marie progressively got quieter the longer she looked, her breath coming faster, her fingers hovering over items without quite touching them.
Not scared, just shocked. Maybe a bit overwhelmed, but in a way that read as arousal rather than fear.
I caught her chin, tilting her face up away from the box and into my eyes. Pale blue meeting dark brown, and I could read everything there—curiosity, anxiety, want, and that underlying trust that meant everything.
"I can read you well, Marie,” I explained quietly, my thumb stroking across her cheekbone.
"There's no need for you to ever worry with me.
This is for your enjoyment. For us to explore together.
I think you can have fun with these." I paused, watching her carefully.
"Would you like to try some of these with daddy? "
She nodded, wide-eyed and breathless, then her gaze dropped back to the box almost magnetically.
I hummed low in my throat, brought my thumb to her lips, and gently pushed it into her mouth. "Suck, darling. Keep yourself occupied while you look."
She obeyed, her lips wrapping around my thumb, her tongue stroking against it, and making my cock harden painfully in my sweatpants. But this wasn't about me—this was about keeping her present, keeping her from spiraling or hiding while she processed the toys.
She suckled quietly, eyes still on the box, and I felt her relax incrementally against me. Good. The oral fix I'd helped create was serving its purpose, giving her something familiar to focus on while she explored the unfamiliar.
Her hand reached into the box, and I watched with interest to see what she'd pick first. I expected the vibrator or maybe the handcuffs, something less intimidating.
Instead, her fingers closed around the dildo.
I smiled, pleased and surprised. "That's what you're curious about?"
She pulled it out, examining it while still sucking my thumb, feeling the texture, the attachment point at the base that she didn't understand yet.
I pulled my thumb from her mouth with a wet pop, using that hand to take the dildo from her while my other arm tightened around her waist. "Let me show you."
I guided her hand along the shaft, smooth silicone, body-safe, about six inches long and not too thick. Perfect for someone still getting comfortable with penetration. "Feel that? Notice the size?"
She nodded, her fingers following where I directed them, learning the shape.
"Is it bigger than daddy?" I asked, amusement clear in my voice because I already knew the answer.
Her head shook immediately, and her eyes flicked down to where my erection was obvious through the gray fabric before darting back up with a flush.
I chuckled, deeply satisfied. "That's right. Daddy's bigger. But I think you'll enjoy getting used to this one inside you more than a real one at first. It's safe, and you control exactly how fast, how deep. No surprises."
Understanding dawned in her eyes, and she relaxed further. "Oh."
“This," I showed her the attachment point, "connects to something that will move it for you, though we'll work up to that. First, we'll let you explore it manually and get comfortable."
I set the dildo aside to pick up the wand vibrator. "This one's my favorite for you. External stimulation only—nothing inside, just pleasure on your little clit. Want to know why I like it?"
She nodded, eyes tracking the toy.
"Because I can hold it on your clit while I'm inside you," I explained, watching her eyes widen. "And you can't escape the pleasure. You just have to take what I give until daddy is the only person in that head.”
"Daddy," she breathed, and the word was intoxicating.
"Exactly." I smiled, set the wand down, and picked up the nipple clamps. "These are adjustable. See?" I demonstrated the small screws. “We’ll start loose, tighten as you get used to the sensation. The chains add weight and pull, making you aware of them."
Her eyes moved to the clamps, and her nipples visibly hardened through the thin fabric of her pajama shirt. Noted.
She was getting aroused from this, from me explaining each toy, imagining what we'd do with them.
"And this," I picked up the butt plug last. "Is for when you're ready. Not tonight, probably not for a while, but eventually I'm going to play with every part of you, darling. And this will help prepare you for that."
"I've never—" she started, then stopped, flustered.
"It’s okay.” I stroked her face gently. “We'll go slow, and you're going to enjoy it, I promise. Your body is capable of so much pleasure, Marie. More than you realize, and I'm going to show you all of it."
She looked at me with those trusting eyes, then glanced down at the obvious bulge in my sweatpants again—less shy this time, more openly curious.
"See something interesting, darling?" I asked, amused.
"You're…” she gestured vaguely at my crotch, her playfulness starting to emerge now that the initial shock had worn off. "You're very excited about your toys."
"My toys?" I raised an eyebrow. "These are your toys, darling. For your pleasure. I'm just excited about using them on you."
“Same thing,” she smiled, gaining confidence again, and I loved seeing this side of her emerge.
"Would you like to do something about this?" I asked, gesturing to my erection. "Since you seem so interested."
Her eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. "Can I use my mouth again?"
"Greedy girl," I praised, already hardening further at just the thought. "Yes, you can use your mouth. But first,” I pulled her into a deep kiss, claiming her thoroughly. "Thank daddy for the toys."
"Thank you, daddy," she whispered against my lips. "For the toys and for making me feel safe enough to want to use them.”’
That trust, that vulnerability, that certainty that I'd never hurt her, that was worth more than anything money could ever buy.
"You're welcome," I murmured. "Now get on those knees and show daddy how grateful you are."
She slid off my lap with eager obedience, settling onto the soft carpet beneath the bed, and reached for the waistband of my sweatpants. She pulled them down just enough to free my cock, already hard and leaking at the tip, and her eyes darkened with want.
She ran her lips over the length of me, soft and teasing, before taking just the head into her mouth and looking up at me with those eyes.
Fuck. This. This right here was everything.
I stroked her hair with one hand, my fingers twirling gently in her braids while she sucked. "That's perfect, darling. Just like that. So good for daddy."
She hummed around me, clearly pleased with the praise, and I had to bite back a groan. We didn't do this for me to come, though I was dangerously close from having her on her knees, looking at me like I was her entire world.
This was about the connection, the trust, the way she could ground herself by having something in her mouth while we explored.
I picked up the dildo with my other hand, holding it where she could see it while she continued her gentle suckling. "I want you to slide your hands into your panties for me. Rub that little clit while you suck daddy’s cock.”
She hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, but she obeyed, one hand moving to slip beneath the waistband of her pink shorts. I watched her face as she found herself, as she started the tentative circles I'd taught her felt good.
"Good girl," I praised, stroking her hair. "Just like that. Keep going."