8. Troy
TROY
By Friday morning, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to see my girl.
Despite being scheduled to stay for the weekend, I managed to bribe Ben with an all-expense paid snowboarding weekend and got him to cover for me so I could head out early.
By beating the afternoon rush hour, I was mere hours away from holding my sweet baby in my arms and letting her know how much she meant to me.
The week we spent apart was a good test of our brand-new relationship. That’s what I told myself, anyway. I wanted to prove that I could give her space and not worry about her every second of the day, but that was a lie.
Once I knew how sweet and feisty and vulnerable and independent that girl could be, I wanted more of it.
More of her. Every part of her. Relying on brief texts and whispered bedtime calls was tough but it made my commitment to her and our budding relationship even stronger.
I loved that wild thing, and I was done pretending I didn’t.
Willa didn’t make things easier on us either.
On Monday, she sent a meme of a baby goat headbutting a guy in the crotch and captioned it with “Guess which one is me.” On Wednesday, she told me about her outing with the girls and that they were all on board with our new dynamic…
and her rule. I thought it was cute that she was suddenly possessive of me and was grateful her friends were on our side.
On Thursday, she called just before midnight with a whispered, barely-awake “Hi Daddy” that made my heart expand almost as much as my dick.
How could anyone expect me to not ditch work early to get back to her?
During our calls, I was more interested in hearing about her day with clients and vendors and all the things she had to deal with as a wedding planner, but I gave her brief highlights of what I was doing too.
That included the fact that I spent all of my lunch break in the lobby of the county health clinic on Tuesday to get a full blood panel done.
Not because I had a reason to worry, but because I wanted to be able to show her cold, hard, medical proof that I was clean.
Willa would have trusted my word, but it was important to me that she had no reason to ever doubt me. Also, I didn’t like the idea of her taking a man at his word. Whether it was me or anyone else, she needed to always put her health and safety first.
I didn’t know if she’d gone to her own doctor yet. I put it on her online chore list as a gentle nudge, but when she didn’t bring it up, I let it go. I would never press her to move faster than she wanted.
Willa could take her sweet time with everything, but I was ready whenever she was.
More than ready. It’d only taken a single night together to turn me into a fucking addict, and in just a few days of being able to claim her as my girl, I was completely hooked. She was it for me, and I was fairly confident she felt the same way about me.
It was raining when I parked in front of her place.
Not a heavy downpour, but a drizzle just steady enough to make everything look softer and sadder than it really was.
As I approached her front door, I could see into her living room through the window.
The lights were on, and a greenish glow from the TV leaked through the glass.
I ran my fingers through my wet hair and pulled the teddy bear I’d picked up for her out from under my jacket.
It was a princess teddy with a tutu and pink slippers.
Despite having just talked to her an hour ago and hearing the longing to be with me in her voice, I was still nervous about just arriving unannounced.
After a ridiculous argument with myself on the front steps, I cleared my throat and knocked on her door.
There was a long pause and I wondered if she was busy…or hurt. Then, finally, I heard a soft shuffling sound before Willa cracked the door open just far enough to peek outside.
She was wearing the same shirt I put on her before I left and based on the stains across the front, I was fairly certain she hadn’t washed it at all. Her hair was pulled into a lopsided ponytail, and she was wearing a sock on her left foot while her right one was bare.
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I opened my arms and just stared at her. “My gorgeous Willa Rose.”
“Daddy!” She threw the door open all the way and flung herself into my arms. “How are you here? You’re supposed to be working.”
I grinned and inhaled the strawberry scent coming from her hair. “I delegated. Well, bribed. Same thing.”
“Whatev. I’m just so happy to see you.”
We went inside and I kicked off my wet shoes and hung up my jacket.
She had a strange look in her eyes and she looked me up and down. “But I thought you couldn’t leave.”
I set my bag by the door and handed her the bear. “I shouldn’t have but what I truly couldn’t do was spend one more night away from you.”
She hugged the bear and then walked into my chest, clinging to me like a lifeline. “Me either.”
After a minute, I followed her into the kitchen where she had to turn off the stove.
“So, you missed me?” She took a drink of her soda and glanced at me as if she wasn’t wholly invested in the answer.
“Like crazy.” I walked to her and caged her body against the counter with my own. “Did you miss me?”
Willa’s mouth twisted and she nodded up at me. “Maybe. A little.” Her full lips called out to me, so I bent down to kiss her. My movements were slow and soft at first, then they got rougher when her hands slid under my shirt and dug into my back.
“Well, I missed you a lot.” I lifted her up so she was sitting on the counter.
“I missed the way you look at me when I say something you don’t like, and the way you laugh when you think you’ve gotten away with being a brat.
And since you promised not to touch yourself while I was gone, I knew you’d be anxious to see me too. ”
She was quiet, and bit the inside of her cheek. “Yeah, about that last part…”
I smoothed my thumb over her earlobe and grinned. “Couldn’t do it?”
“I had lots of dreams that made me need you.” She shrugged and looked me straight in the eye. “Sorry, not sorry.”
Fuck yeah. I wasn’t sorry either. I’d been dying to pinken her ass because I knew it was important to her to have boundaries that were enforced. “Sorry or not, you made a promise and you broke it. What did we agree would happen if you couldn’t follow that rule?”
Her eyes were alight with joy but she kept her face stoic. “Two spanks per unauthorized orgasm.”
“That’s right.” I ran my hand down her back and stopped at the top of her rounded ass cheek. “And how many unauthorized orgasms did you have?”
She looked up and to the left. “Um, do multiples per session count as one?”
“No.” I had to bite my own cheeks to keep from grinning. I was only gone for 5 days and nights. How many were we talking here?
She held up her right hand and then her left…then looked back at her right hand again. “Twelve, I think. No, thirteen.”
Damn, girl. Save some for Daddy. “Thirteen times two is twenty-six.” I shook my head and watched her eyes get wider. “That’s gonna hurt, baby girl. I hope they were worth it.”
She sighed and pressed her cheek to my chest again, holding me tightly. “They were. Every last one of them.”
“Are you hungry? We can save all that for later?”
She shook her head and slid off the counter, pressing her soft body against my cock and rubbing on it. “I want it now. I want you now, Daddy. Please don’t make me wait.”
I held her hand and walked her to her room, only detouring to turn off the TV and grab my bag. Once we were in her room, I put the printout of my lab results on her dresser and started to get undressed. “All Negative.”
“Me too.” She opened the night stand and put her results next to mine. “I want to feel all of you inside me.”
I couldn’t resist torturing her a little bit. “After thirteen unauthorized orgasms, you’re now looking to go legit?”
“What can I say?” She yanked my shirt off over her head and was completely naked underneath. “My dealer’s back in town. I can get a real fix.”
Fuck me, I was doomed to love this girl forever.
I sat on the bed and patted my lap. “Come on, little one.”
She made a show of dragging her toes like she wasn’t as excited for this moment as I was. I patted my bare thigh again, a little firmer this time.
She let out a tiny, ragged sigh before flopping herself face-down over my legs and scooting over me until her flawless ass was perched right where I wanted it.
“You’re not even a little bit sorry.” I ran my palm in slow, heavy circles over her lower back.
She shivered again, this time deeper and pouted. Her bottom was ready for me, perfectly round and not yet bearing a single mark.
“Should I?” Her face was pressed to the comforter and she looked at me. “Doesn’t seem like I had anything to worry about.”
Oh, sweet girl. Always poking Papa bear. “We’ll see about that.”
She tensed as if wanting to wriggle away, but she didn’t move.
She let herself be pressed into the bed, her thighs opening a bit with the gentle pressure of my left hand.
Her skin was warm as I drew a slow line from the small of her back down over the swell of her bottom and felt her muscles clench. Still, she didn’t resist.
I stroked her hair, brushing a stray curl out of her eyes. “Do you remember your safeword?”
She twisted her head to look up at me, her lashes already wet. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Let’s hear it.”
Her voice wobbled, but not from fear. “Red.”
“Perfect.” I pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then rested my hand on her bottom.
She tensed, her toes digging into the comforter as she waited.
I let the anticipation build, then brought my hand down in a gentle but purposeful swat.
The sound echoed as her body jolted. Willa gasped and then counted with me. “One.”
I did it again, a tiny bit harder. The second time made her jump, and she exhaled a trembling “Two.”
By the fourth hit, her eyes were glistening and I could see the tears dripping onto the comforter under her face. She wriggled her hips and flexed her thighs, but didn’t break position.
I paused, kneading her soft skin. “Color?”
She sniffled and turned her face just enough to meet my eyes. “Green,” she whispered.
Good girl.
I gave her four more slow and steady swats in a quick progression. After each one, she counted. She was sniffling openly now, but there was never any fear or pain in her voice. Only the raw honesty of surrendering control to me. To her Daddy. To the man who loved her.
I rubbed her back, cooing soft encouragement as she whimpered. Each time I paused, her breath steadied, and each time my hand left her skin, she sucked in air and braced for more.
By the time we got to twelve, she released a low, shivery moan that made her whole body wiggle.
“You’re a very good girl for Daddy, Willa Rose.”
She whimpered and her thighs squeezed together. “I might have another unauthorized orgasm if you keep saying things like that.”
“You’re officially authorized, baby girl.”
By twenty, she was begging for more and less and, well, mostly more. “Please, Daddy!” She hiccuped and wiggled her pink bottom. “I promise… I’ll be so good, just please—”
“Color?” I asked again.
“Bright lime green!” She kicked the mattress to emphasize her point.
I gave her the last six in two sets of three, pausing between to wipe the tears off her cheek.
By the time we reached the end, she was shuddering in my lap and her skin glowed with warmth.
I scooped her into my arms and held her face to my bare chest.
Her breath hitched as she sobbed. Not the sharp, painful cry of hurt, but the slow, melting sob of relief and gratitude. She curled into me with her entire body trembling.
I wrapped her in the softest blanket I could grab from the edge of the bed and just held her.
“Shh.” I rocked her in my arms. “It’s all right, baby. You did so well.”
She clung to me, her cheek hot and wet against my sternum.
I stroked her hair and back until she calmed.
Eventually she looked up at me with eyes red but clear. Her lips parted as if she was about to apologize.
I beat her to it. “I’m so proud of you, Willa. You could have stopped us at any time, but you trusted me to give you what you needed.”
She smiled, and the pride was visible in her eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I let her rest in my lap, humming until her tears had dried. When she finally sat up, I caught her chin and pulled her in for a kiss.
She melted into it, and giggled when I nipped her lip.
Her face broke into a radiant smile, and for a second, I almost said it. I almost blurted out the thing that had been building in my chest all week.
But I held back, letting the moment stretch.
Willa didn’t.
She ducked her head and let her hair fall into her eyes. “I love you, Troy.”
Those words hit me like a freight train. I swallowed hard and nodded. “I love you, too, Willa Rose.”
We curled up together and tangled in her bed. After hearing a summary of every minute of the time she missed me, she fell asleep in my arms. Naked and safe and gorgeous and mine.
And I was there for it. Right where I’d always wanted to be.