Chapter 12 #3
I went weightless. He carried me to the head of the bed, set me down, and just looked at me. His hands cupped my jaw, thumbs tracing my cheekbones. I didn’t dare move. I was shaking so badly I couldn’t have moved even if I wanted to.
“You’re safe,” he promised. “Nothing bad happens here. Not ever. You want to stop, you say red. You need a break, you say yellow. If you want more, tell Daddy.”
The words hit me hard. I squeezed my eyes shut, dizzy with how much I wanted him.
He pulled back a little and smiled, slow and dark. “You want Daddy to take care of everything?”
I nodded. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, but I couldn’t help nodding again, harder this time. I wanted it—the rules, the touch, his voice in my ear making me small. I wanted all of it.
He pushed the hoodie sleeves up my arms, his hands big and warm, moving slowly but deliberately.
I shivered. I think he liked that. “Hands up,” he growled, and I obeyed without even thinking, arms above my head.
He tugged the hoodie over my head like I weighed nothing, then ran his hands down my arms, slowly, like he was savoring every inch.
Underneath, I still had the bunny t-shirt on. He just stared at it for a second, the muscles in his jaw working, then smoothed his palm over my breasts. “You look so pretty in this. Did you like wearing it today?”
I could barely breathe. “Yeah,” I whispered. My whole body was shaking now. “It’s soft. It feels like…you picked it just for me.”
He exhaled, rough and low. “I did, princess. All of it. Every damn thing in that box. I wanted to see you like this.” His hands traced the sides of my waist, making me clutch the sheets so I wouldn’t float away.
I felt ridiculous, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to touch me more, everywhere, all at once.
He leaned in, mouth at my ear. “You want Daddy to take care of these too?” His fingers brushed over my leggings, right at the waistband, teasing but not pulling. I whimpered.
“Please,” I managed. The word came out broken.
He made a noise in the back of his throat and slid the leggings down slowly, careful not to hurt me. My skin felt like it was going to catch fire, the air cold on my legs but his touch so hot I almost cried. He left the fuzzy socks on, and I could see the way his eyes darkened at the sight.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Such a good girl for me.”
I thought I’d die, right then, just from hearing him say it. It was everything I’d ever wanted, but I didn’t know how to ask for more without sounding desperate.
He didn’t wait for me to find the words. He curled me into his lap, my knees straddling his hips, and he kissed my cheek, then my jaw, then the tip of my nose. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he warned. “Say red, or yellow if you need me to slow down.”
I shook my head, frantic. “I want more. Don’t stop, please.”
He gripped my hips, holding me still. I could feel how hard he was, even through his jeans. The realization made my body clench with need, sharp and electric. I squirmed, but he held me tight.
“Patience, little one,” he said, and I whimpered again. My brain was mush. All I wanted was for him to take control, to make the world small and safe and just us.
His hands found my waist again, tracing patterns on my skin. Then he slid higher under the hem of the bunny t-shirt. “Wait.” My voice was so small I barely heard it myself. “Walker, I’ve never…I mean, this is my first time.”
He went absolutely still. One hand stayed gentle on my waist. The other cupped my cheek, steadying me. His eyes searched my face, dark and intent.
“Very first time?” His thumb brushed over my jaw, soft enough to make me shiver.
I nodded, cheeks burning. “I’ve never…no one’s ever…” My hands twisted in the sheets, desperate to hide, but he wouldn’t let me look away.
He exhaled, rough and shaky. “I won’t hurt you. I swear it.”
I almost cried just from the relief. “I want it…I want you. I just don’t know…”
“You don’t have to know anything, princess. Daddy will take care of all of it.” His voice was so low it made my stomach flip. “But you tell me if you want to stop. Any reason. Any time. You just say red, remember?”
I nodded again.
“Good girl.”
God. My whole body went tight at the praise.
He moved slowly, so slowly, easing the t-shirt up. I shook so much I thought I’d fall apart. He didn’t just yank it off. He bunched the fabric, tracing his fingers over my ribs, letting me get used to his touch. “So soft. So pretty. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
I shook my head, dizzy and breathless. “No one’s ever wanted me before.”
He growled. Actually growled. “They were idiots.” He kissed my shoulder, then the curve of my neck, like he couldn’t get enough of my skin. Every inch he touched felt like it was burning.
He pushed the t-shirt up, waiting until I lifted my arms, and then he slid it off, dropping it to the floor. I was bare underneath except for the little white cotton panties, a matching bra, and the fuzzy socks. I’d never felt so exposed. Or so wanted.
Walker knelt over me, hands braced on either side of my hips. “You shaking because you’re scared, princess?”
“No,” I whispered. “Just want you so bad, it hurts.”
He smiled, slow and dark. “That’s my girl.
” He carefully unhooked my bra and his eyes darkened when my breasts spilled out.
I wanted him to touch them, but his hands were splayed over my hips, thumbs tracing circles right above the waistband of my panties.
“I’m going to touch you. You tell me if it’s too much. ”
It wasn’t too much. It was never going to be too much.
He bent and kissed my tummy, my hipbone, the inside of my thigh. I wanted to squirm, but he held me steady. He was so careful with me, so gentle, but underneath there was this wildness. Like he wanted to devour me, but only if I wanted it too.
His fingers played with the edge of my panties. “Still okay?”
I nodded, breathless. “Please.”
He slid them down, so slowly it was almost torture.
He left the socks on. I don’t know why that wrecked me, but it did.
The cotton was soft on my skin, but his touch made my whole body shudder.
I could feel the heat of him even before his hands went lower, and it was like every nerve in my body stood to attention.
He didn’t rush. His fingers skimmed the inside of my thighs, slow, careful, and I squirmed even though I tried so hard to stay still.
“Spread your legs for me, princess.” His voice was so deep it rattled my ribs.
I obeyed without thinking, thighs falling open, and I should have been embarrassed but all I felt was need.
I was so wet I could feel it, slick on my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut because if I looked at him, I was going to die.
But Walker made a noise, deep in his chest, and his hand cupped me, palm broad and warm. “You’re soaked. Jesus, Lottie.” He sounded like he was barely holding it together. “You need Daddy so bad, don’t you?”
I nodded, frantic.
He pressed a finger against me, not pushing in, just stroking, and my hips jerked off the bed. I couldn’t help it. I grabbed for his wrist, desperate for more. His mouth curled in a slow, dangerous smile.
“Good girl. That’s it. You show me what you need.” He slid his finger through the wetness, slowly at first, then a little firmer, and I whimpered. The sound was humiliating but I didn’t care. I needed him to touch me, everywhere, all at once, but especially there.
He circled my clit, not too soft, not too rough, just perfect, and then he slid a finger inside me, slowly, so slowly, like he was testing every inch. My body didn’t know what to do—it clenched around him, desperate and greedy, and he let out a rough groan.
“God, you’re tight,” he muttered, like he was talking to himself. “You ever touch yourself here, princess?”
I shook my head. “Not really. It never…worked.” My cheeks burned. I couldn’t believe I was saying this, but it was true. No one had ever made me feel like this.
He went still for a second, then kissed my knee. “You let me know if it’s too much. If you want more, you ask.”
“I want more,” I gasped. “Please, Walker, please…”
“Daddy,” he growled, then bent his head and took my nipple I his mouth.
I nearly came off the bed as the feeling went straight to my clit, but too soon he moved.
He kissed the inside of my thigh, then eased a second finger in, slowly so it didn’t hurt.
There was a stretch, but it was good—not painful, not scary, just different.
His thumb found my clit and pressed, and I arched up, a cry coming out of me because I’d never felt anything so intense.
“There you go,” he praised, voice so low it was almost a growl. “You take Daddy’s fingers so good.”
I’d never been praised for my body before, never been told I was good or wanted or anything at all. It broke something inside me, and I shook all over as he worked me, slowly at first, then faster as I gasped and begged.
“Can you come like this?” he asked. I nodded frantically. Couldn’t speak. My body clenched around his fingers, slick and desperate, every nerve-ending screaming. No one had ever touched me like this. No one had ever wanted to.
“Good girl,” Walker praised, voice wrecked. The words went straight through me. I rocked against his hand, shameless, too far gone to care.
He crooked his fingers, slow and careful, thumb circling my clit just right. “That’s it. Show Daddy how much you need him.”
I whimpered. The sound was high and broken. I wanted to die from how much I needed it, from how tightly I was wound up inside, but he just held me, steady and unmovable, like nothing else mattered except this.
“Let go, Lottie. Daddy’s got you.”
I shattered. I didn’t even mean to. The orgasm hit so hard I sobbed, curling into his palm, thighs clamping tight around his wrist. I could barely breathe. Could barely see. All I could do was cling to him, dizzy and helpless, as pleasure tore through me.
He didn’t stop. Not right away. He gentled his touch, slow and soothing, talking me down with soft words. “That’s my princess. You did so good. So perfect for Daddy.”
I didn’t know I was crying until he thumbed away a tear. My whole body shook.
He cupped my cheek, gentle as anything, and bent to kiss my lips. “Still with me?”
I nodded, still trembling. “I think so.” My voice was thready and small.
Walker smiled, slow and dark. “You’re amazing.” He kissed my jaw, my temple, the tip of my nose. “You did so good. I’ve got you.”
He didn’t let go, not even when I melted into him. I just let myself be held, floating on whatever planet existed after you broke apart and someone was there to put you back together.