Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Eloise
I try to catch my breath as Daddy wipes his mouth on the sheets.
He reaches over to the nightstand and tears open a condom before rolling it down his erection.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Planting a knee on the bed, he grabs me under my arms and drags me farther across the bed as he climbs up to join me.
Damn, he’s intense.
I’m still pulsing, and I want him even more now that I’ve had an orgasm.
He plants a kiss on my lips before murmuring against them. “To answer your question, Little one, your pussy is fucking sexy either way. If you like it bare, you may keep it that way. If you’d rather have hair, let it grow back. But I have one stipulation.”
I swallow. I can’t fathom what he’s going to say next. He surprises me dozens of times every day.
“From now on, let Daddy shave you, Little one. I can’t stand the thought of you accidentally cutting yourself with a razor that close to your clit. I’m sure that’s why Blade shaves June.”
My face heats. The thought of him shaving me is so intimate and embarrassing. But I want him to do it. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
I smile. God, I love it when he calls me good girl.
Feeling bold, I wiggle my hand between us and wrap my fingers around his enormous shaft.
Daddy uses his knees to lift a few inches, giving me space. “Are you nervous, angel?”
I nod. “Yes, but I want you inside me. Please, Daddy.”
He kisses me. “Have you been playing with your pussy in the bathtub, Little one?”
I purse my lips and nod. He told me to explore, and I have.
At first, it was weird. I’d never masturbated in my life before he rescued me.
But Daddy encouraged me to know my body.
He promised me he would not come into the bathroom while I was in the tub unless I called out for him.
He didn’t want to embarrass me or break my concentration.
He was so insistent about it that I took his advice.
“Did you use your little fingers to stretch out your cunt, Eloise?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He’s making me blush on purpose.
“Do you think you’re ready for Daddy’s cock? Or do you want Daddy to finger you first to make sure?”
I lift my hips. “Cock, please.”
I’m impressed that he only has to ease his hips back, and his cock lodges itself at my entrance, as if it knows where it belongs and needs no assistance. “Eyes on me, Eloise.”
I meet his gaze and slide my hands up his back. I’m so ready. My pussy is fluttering in anticipation.
His hands come to my face and cup my head gently. “You’re mine, Eloise,” he says in a growl.
I shudder, my fingers digging into his back. “And you’re mine,” I respond with just as much emphasis.
Suddenly he thrusts into me.
I gasp. The stretch is tremendous. More than I expected. I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes closed. I’m a smart girl. The shock will pass. I just need to hang on for a second.
“Eyes, Little one. Look at Daddy.”
I grit my teeth as I open my eyes. I want to obey him.
He doesn’t move a muscle. “Take a breath. I promise it will feel better in a minute.”
I nod, but I still don’t breathe.
“Eloise… Deep breaths,” he orders.
It’s impossible to disobey him, so I blow all the air out of my lungs and inhale again.
“Good girl. Another one.”
It’s easier this time, and now the pain is gone. I relax my channel. I feel fidgety now. I want him to do it again. Whimpering, I push my hips against him. “More, Daddy.”
He kisses me before easing back out. This time, he enters me more slowly.
“Ohhhh…” My eyes roll back. “That feels good.”
“It sure does.” He finds my lips again and gives me a long, slow, toe-curling kiss. The next time he releases my mouth, he pulls out and thrusts in harder.
My breath hitches. “Oh, God.” Every nerve ending in my body is standing at attention, but the nerves inside me are doing back flips. A grin spreads across my face and stays there. “Again,” I beg as I wrap my ankles around his hips.
Cannon doesn’t hesitate any longer before he starts thrusting in and out of me. I want to remember every moment of this. It’s my first time. Will he be the only sex partner I ever have? He insists so. I hope he’s right. I never want another man to touch me. I belong to Cannon.
Daddy cocks his hips differently, and my eyes widen as he grinds against my clit. I’m pulsing around him. My need is growing. I’m going to come again.
I inhale deeply and freeze in that blissful state right before I reach my peak. Ohmygod. This is not like other orgasms. An orgasm from rubbing my clit or even while fingering my pussy is not the same as clenching around the thick length of my man’s cock.
My release is long and drawn out, and I’m trembling as I start to flutter back to Earth. Cannon reaches his own peak seconds after me, and I swear I can feel him coming deep inside me. I doubt that’s real, but it seems like it.
Daddy is panting as he sets his forehead against mine. He’s also smiling, which makes my heart soar. He’s pleased. He’s happy. I didn’t even know what I was doing, and still, he was satisfied.
“Angel…” he breathes against my lips.
I return his smile. “You’re not disappointed?” I run my palms up and down his back.
He chuckles. “If you ever ask me a question like that again, I will spank your bottom until you can’t sit. You could never disappoint me.”
I clench around his cock, gripping it. It’s hard not to giggle as I say, “Are you disappointed, Daddy?”
He laughs. “Naughty girl. Did June not tell you that you don’t have to misbehave to get your bottom spanked?”
“She did. She said you wouldn’t mind if I just asked you to spank me. But it seems more fun to break the rules.”
“My Little girl has done a one-eighty in the last fourteen days.”
I shrug. “You know you like it.”
“I know I love it.” He kisses my lips sweetly, still buried deep inside me, and then whispers, “I know I love you.”
I whimper against his lips and kiss him back. “I love you, too.” I mean it. I never expected to love someone. Not ever. Certainly not a man. But here I am, and I really love Cannon.
“Will you still love me after I spank your bottom?” he teases.
“Yes.” I smirk as though spanking me is no big deal.
I really have no idea whether it is or not.
Both Cannon and June have told me several times that spanking is different for everyone.
Some people love it and go out of their way to make sure they get their bottoms swatted every day.
Some like it hard. Some like a gentle swat.
Some people hate it and immediately negotiate it out of their arrangement, be that an age-play agreement or any other relationship.
Apparently, I won’t know until I try it.
What I do know is that Daddy doesn’t mind either way.
He’s told me spanking is not something that makes or breaks things for him.
He’s put it off because he doesn’t want to risk triggering me, but I’m ready.
It’s my choice. One I’ve made without outside influence.
The moment Daddy eases out of me, I sigh. I wish he could stay inside me. I like the connection. It’s not rational to wish he could stay inside me forever, but it felt so good. Like we were one body.
He slides off the edge of the bed and kisses me again. “Don’t move. Let me get a washcloth and clean you up.”
I don’t move an inch, not because he ordered me not to but because I’m too sated to lift a limb. I watch as he pads from the room, his fantastic ass in my line of sight.
Every day, I’m shocked by how much I enjoy being with this man—looking at him, having him touch me, snuggling with him… The list is long. I never thought I would want to get near a man, but it would seem that when the right one comes along, things change.
Daddy is back in a few minutes, and he’s holding a wet washcloth. My cheeks flush when he spreads my legs and gently cleans my pussy and inner thighs. He cares for me in every way.
I’ve watched him for two weeks, wondering when he would grow too tired to keep up the charade. Surely he would eventually turn to me and say, “Fix your own sandwich, whore. I’m busy.” But no. Never. Like June told me, he is energized and gets his fuel from taking care of me. It pleases him.
It’s in the Daddy handbook. They spend their lives looking for the perfect woman who will enjoy being cared for in that way. When they find that woman, they never let her go.
I hope Cannon never lets me go.