Chapter Six
Holly
I’ve been living with Andrew for three days, and each one has felt like a waking dream. We haven’t left the protective bubble of his house, and I dread the moment reality will creep back in.
Andrew has taught me how to use the equipment in his recording studio and encouraged me to record as many songs as I want.
I’ve just finished an Adele song that I’ve always loved, but glancing over at the piano and recalling what Andrew did to me that first day has me losing focus and flushing with heat.
After destroying me completely with two mind-blowing orgasms, Andrew had scooped me up and carried me upstairs to his room.
We’d shared a shower and another round of orgasms before he settled me in his bed, and I fell asleep wrapped in his arms. That was a turning point for us, and I’ve all but moved into his room, into his bed.
Andrew doesn’t seem to mind my inexperience, in fact, he has been eager to show me every kind of pleasure he can draw from my body, and God is the man skilled.
He knows just how to play me like I’m his favorite instrument.
He didn’t miss a beat when I called him Daddy for the first time.
Hell, he seemed to revel in it. I can’t deny that something about it just felt right.
It’s happened a few more times since then, and each time using the honorific has been that final push to send me over the edge.
For his part, Andrew seems to enjoy it just as much.
Around the house, we’re Holly and Andrew.
But in the bedroom, we’re Daddy and his angel.
God, I want to be his so badly. He’s called me his in the heat of the moment, but part of me doesn’t believe it.
He won me at a sex auction after all. He bid on my virginity, but he still hasn’t tried to go all the way yet.
I’m starting to get frustrated because I want him, want to feel him inside me.
The size of his cock is intimidating, but it doesn’t change how badly I crave it.
I don’t know how long this thing between us is going to last, and I want to experience everything with him before it ends.
With that thought in mind, I leave the studio and go upstairs.
Andrew had told me earlier that he had some calls to make, so I head for his office.
I can hear the deep baritone of his rich voice as I get closer.
Andrew said he doesn’t sing, but with a voice like his, he has to be more talented than he claims.
His office door is open, so I turn the corner into it.
Andrew sits at his desk, regal as a king in his large leather chair.
He’s leaned back with one arm propped on the armrest, the other holding his phone to his ear.
He’s dressed in a plain gray t-shirt, the fabric stretched tight over his broad chest and shoulders.
His desk faces the door so he sees me as soon as I walk in.
God, he’s gorgeous. That salt and pepper hair and the persistent stubble on his jaw give him a superior look with an edge to it, and his intelligent, sharp eyes add a hint of danger.
Andrew is a businessman through and through, but his demeanor suggests he can be just as cutting with his words as other men might be with a blade.
He smiles when his eyes lock on mine, and he beckons me closer, not breaking the conversation he’s having.
He turns his chair slightly and pulls me onto his lap the moment I’m within reach.
I settle my arms on his shoulders, arousal humming through my body.
I can feel how wet I am already, and I can’t hid my impatience with his phone call as I rock my hips over his growing erection.
Andrew pulls the phone away from his ear and hits the speaker and mute buttons.
Another man’s voice, far less pleasing than Andrew’s, fills the room.
I catch enough phrases to understand that they’re discussing something about contracts, but I’m distracted by Andrew’s hands sliding under my shirt and his hot mouth on my neck.
“What’s wrong, angel? Did you get bored of the studio?” he teases as the man on the phone drones on.
I moan as he licks up my neck and presses a biting kiss to the sensitive skin just below my ear. “I missed you, Daddy. But you’re busy; I can wait.”
“Such a good girl for me,” he says, pulling my shirt over my head and igniting my arousal to new levels. “You don’t have to wait…if you can promise to keep quiet while I finish my phone call.”
I’m confused, but I don’t have time to figure out what he means before Andrew lifts me onto his desk and quickly pulls down my pants, tossing them aside and leaving me bare on the cool wood surface.
He lifts his phone and unmutes the call to answer a question I didn’t hear at the same time he pinches my nipple.
I barely catch my cry, and Andrew quirks a brow at me as the man on the other end of the call asks if he’s okay.
He lies about having something stuck in his throat, then asks a question full of legal jargon I can’t hope to understand at the same time he gives me a warning look.
He mutes the call again and leans over to kiss me, pulling away far too soon.
“We can only play if you can be quiet, angel. Can you do that?” He drags a finger through my wet folds, pressing against my clit, and I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle my moan as I nod.
I’ll have to be quiet. Because I can’t wait.
I want—no, I need Andrew, need my daddy.
Now. “That’s my good girl,” he says, and a fresh wave of pleasure washes over me at his words.
He sets the phone on the edge of his desk, as far away from me as possible, but still close enough to pick up any sound I make.
God, why is this so hot? Why does the idea of someone hearing what Andrew is doing to me make me feel so wild and desperate.
Part of me wants them to hear, wants them to know that I belong to Andrew and only he can make me feel like this.
Leaning forward, he swipes his tongue through my folds and teases my bundle of nerves with quick flicks of his tongue.
I slide my fingers into his hair and press him tighter to me, desperate for the release only he can give me.
Andrew brings one hand between my legs, thrusting a finger shallowly inside me as his other hand reaches up and tweaks my nipple.
My back arches of the desk, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out, squeezing my eyes shut and thrashing my head back and forth as Andrew works me into a frenzy with his talented mouth and hands.
He tweaks my nipple again, this time hard enough to hurt, and my eyes fly open, locking with his intense gaze.
“Eyes on me, angel. I want you to watch me take you apart, to know who it is that’s doing this to you, who you belong to.” I glance at the phone, then back at him. “It’s okay,” he says, “He can’t hear you. For now. Go ahead and tell me. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Y-you,” I say, forcing the words through desperate gasps. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
“Say my name,” he demands.
“A-Andr—” I’m cut off by another hard twist to my nipple, and Andrew leans forward so he’s directly over me.
“No. Say my name. Who am I?”
My pussy tightens reflexively around his finger as realization dawns. “Daddy. You’re Daddy, and I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are,” he says before he slams his mouth down on mine, kissing me deeply, like I hold the air he needs to breathe.
As he pulls back, he locks eyes with me again and says, “Now let Daddy take care of you, but remember, you have to be quiet.” He reaches over and taps his phone just before he drops to his knees and presses his face to my folds, devouring me like a man starved.
I’m overwhelmed, drowning in an onslaught of sensations.
My body feels drawn tight, and Andrew doesn’t give me a moment’s reprieve as he works me over.
It feels like he’s everywhere, mouth and hands and tongue devouring every inch of my body.
It’s too much. Too much and not enough. I’m dancing on the precipice, but no matter how badly I want it, I can’t reach that peak to tip over.
Something’s missing, but I don’t know what.
Once again, Andrew leans over me. He licks a stripe up my neck, then whispers in my ear, “Let go, angel. Come for Daddy.”
It’s like a pressure release switch, and my body detonates in wave after wave of ecstasy.
My vision whites out, and I feel more than hear the scream that erupts from my throat, leaving it raw.
Sobs rack my body as the sensations continue to course through me.
I don’t know how long I’m lost before I slowly regain my senses.
It’s only then that I realize Andrew is standing between my thighs, working his shaft with rough, fast strokes of his fist. Another wave of pleasure washes over me as I watch, and moments later, he comes on my stomach, marking me with his hot seed.
It pools in the valley beneath my ribs, and I’m not sure what comes over me, but I dip a finger into it, collecting the warm fluid, then slide it into my mouth.
His taste bursts on my tongue, salty and tangy, but not unpleasant.
I look up to meet Andrew’s dark gaze and follow his movements with my eyes as he swipes his thumb through the cum cooling on my skin and presses it to my mouth, replacing my finger with his own.
I tighten my lips around it and suck his thumb clean.
He presses it against my tongue until I open my mouth, showing him that I swallowed everything he gave me.
“Good girl,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips.
I can taste myself on his tongue, and I wonder if he can taste his cum on mine.
The thought arouses me again, and I open my mouth to ask, but I’m interrupted by the ringing of his phone.
Shit, I’d forgotten all about the call. I start to panic as I realize I was anything but quiet.
Andrew strokes his hand over my hair in a soothing gesture, and says, “Don’t worry. I hung up on him before you really got going. As fun as it is to push your limits, the sounds of your pleasure are for my ears only.”
My flush deepens at his words, and I move to sit up, but he presses a hand to the center of my chest, holding me still as he uses tissues from the box on his desk to clean the rest of his release from my body.
I’m almost sad to see it go. The idea of spending the day with something of Andrew’s on my skin sends desire humming through me.
After tossing the tissues in the trash, Andrew sits back in his seat, his jeans still open and his now soft cock visible.
He pulls me in to his lap and wraps his arms around me, guiding me to tuck my head into the curve of his neck.
I inhale deeply, comforted by the now familiar scent of his cologne.
I’m not sure how long we sit there before I feel Andrew’s cock harden beneath me. I wiggle against it, and Andrew groans.
“Careful, angel. You’ll get me going again.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” I say.
He chuckles and pulls back to look down at me. “Insatiable, are you?” I’d be embarrassed if the look in his eyes wasn’t a mix of affection and arousal. For him, I am insatiable, and I think the feeling is mutual. Except…
“Why haven’t we had sex?” I blurt out without thinking.
Embarrassed, I press my face into his neck again, hoping he’ll ignore the question but knowing he won’t.
If there is one thing that can be said about Andrew, it’s that he listens intently to everything I say.
I’ve never felt so seen or so heard until I met him.
“I think most people would say what we just did qualifies as sex, sweetheart,” he says, amusement lacing his words.
“No, I know,” I mumble. “Just ignore me.”
“Not possible. I’ll never ignore you, angel. Now tell me what you meant.” I shake my head against him, refusing to meet his gaze. “Holly.”
The firmness of his tone has me finally looking up, and I answer, still without looking at him. “I just…I thought maybe we’d have gone all the way by now. You know, that you’d…come inside me.”
His heavy cock pulses beneath me at my words, and Andrew’s arms tighten around me.
“I wasn’t sure if that was something you want,” he answers slowly. “I know we met at a virginity auction, but you didn’t know what you were really doing when you walked out on that stage. I don’t want to pressure you into something you aren’t ready for.”
Finally, I meet his gaze, wanting him to read the sincerity in my eyes as I say, “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to be my first. I’m ready, as long as it’s you, Daddy.”
For the first time since we met, Andrew seems lost for words as he lets out an unsteady breath. He stares into my eyes for a long moment before answering.
“I want that too, baby girl.”