Chapter 3 #2
Whiskey wasn’t my drink of choice. In fact, I didn’t drink much at all.
But when I did, it wasn’t hard alcohol. But I felt safe with Rod, so I threw back the shot and let the whiskey burn down my throat, warming me from the inside.
Rod sat beside me on the couch, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body but not quite touching.
"So." He leaned back against the cushion and turned his body to face me. "Tell me something you've never told anyone before."
I laughed nervously. "That's a loaded question."
"Doesn't have to be a deep-dark secret." He swirled the amber liquid in his glass. "Just something true."
The whiskey loosened my tongue and made me brave. Or maybe it was the intimacy of being snowed in with a stranger who somehow didn't feel strange at all. "I have this...side of myself that I don't usually share with people."
Rod's eyebrow arched. "Oh?"
"Not like that." I laughed and took another sip of whiskey. "Well, kind of like that. It's...hard to explain."
"Try me." His voice was low and his eyes intense as he looked right into me.
I stared into the fire as I tried to gather up some courage.
"Sometimes...I like to pretend I’m a baby.
Not a baby baby. Just…little. And I love the idea of having a partner who will play with me and brush my hair and want to…
be the grown-up for a while.” The words tumbled out, and I couldn't look at him.
Then I took a deep breath and went for it.
"Have you heard of age regression? Or being a 'Little.
' It's not about actual children or anything weird.
It's just...a way to feel safe and cared for. "
The silence stretched between us, and I waited for the judgment or an awkward cough to break the tension. When none came, I risked a glance at Rod.
He was watching me with an unreadable expression. "I understand what you need, sweetheart. I've been that person before."
I blinked and really watched his mouth, sure I'd misheard him. Was he a Little too? "What person?"
"A caregiver. A Daddy, some might call it." He shrugged as if it were no big deal. "It's been a while since I’ve had a partner, and mostly just for scenes or with the community I was part of back in San Francisco. But I recognized your tendencies early on."
My heart thundered in my chest as his words sank in. "You're not...weirded out?"
"Why would I be?" He set his glass down and reached for my hand. His big fingers wrapped around mine and warmed me to my core. “That kind of dynamic is all about trust and care. Protection. It’s what I’m looking for too."
"Oh." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The odds of being rescued by a mountain man who not only made me feel safe but also understood one of my deepest secrets seemed incredibly low. But here I was. Exactly where I wanted to be. “Most people don’t understand.”
"I'm not most people." His thumb slowly rubbed the inside of my wrist, and then he tugged me a tiny bit forward as he leaned in. "May I kiss you, Becca?"
My breath caught, and I nodded. "Yes."
Rod tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and his fingertips lingered on my cheek for a moment as he studied my face. Then he closed the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine.
His movements were gentle at first, more of a question than a demand. I answered by sliding my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, and the scruff of his cheek and chin was soft against my skin as his mouth tasted of both whiskey and want.
When we finally broke apart, his eyes had darkened, and I was breathless. "What do you want tonight?" His strong palm was gripping me, and he spoke with a rough voice. "Tell me what you need."
No man had ever asked me that so directly before.
At least not one who actually cared about the answer.
Usually, they assumed or figured I wanted to make them happy.
That wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t fully right either.
"I want you," I whispered. "But I don't want you to think I'm easy or that I do this with everyone. I've never—"
"I know." He cut me off with a gentle finger against my lips. "I can see how special this is. For both of us."
He kissed me again, and I melted into him. Rod’s hands were reverent as they explored my body, finding curves where others had only seen flaws. After a few minutes of making out like we’d been working up to this moment for weeks, he lifted me from the couch and carried me the few steps to his bed.
"Say no anytime, and we stop." His lips vibrated against my neck as he both licked and spoke. "No questions asked."
I nodded, overwhelmed by his consideration. "Same for you."
Rod smiled and nipped at my skin. "Not likely, but thank you."
We undressed each other slowly, discovering with touches and tastes.
I expected to feel self-conscious for him to fully see my body, but I wasn’t.
Not in the least. I’d been naked with other guys but they didn’t ever want to look at everything, more interested in just a few parts that helped them get off.
With Rod, I felt exposed beneath his gaze. The way he looked at me was like I was a gift he couldn't believe he'd been given. That chased away all insecurity better than any words of praise ever could.
He kissed down my neck, making me break out in shivers that spread down to my toes. Then he worked his way back up my thighs, kissing his way until he reached my center. “May I taste you?”
I nodded and sucked in a breath. “Yes, please.” No one had kissed me there before.
Maybe a wet finger or two but nothing that could have prepared me for how it would feel when Rod’s soft tongue flattened against my pussy and pulled all the way up until it was a firm point pressing against my nub. “Ohhh…Yes, Daddy.”
Shit, did I just say that outloud? If Rod heard me, he didn’t react.
He was gentle and stiff at the same time, circling where I needed him to circle and prodding inside me until I almost came against his face. “I need more…”
Rod sat higher and lifted one of my legs to open me up. He quickly slipped on a condom and then positioned himself at my hole. “This might hurt.”
I grinned. “It’s definitely gonna hurt, but I want it. From you.” After a minute of him staring at me, I needed to say one last thing. “Only you.”
“Fuck, yeah, baby.” When he finally entered me, it felt like coming home to a place I'd never been.
He moved slowly at first, giving me plenty of time to adjust to his size and the spread.
Then he pushed as far as he could before slowly sliding out.
His whole body vibrated like he was holding back, putting my pleasure before his own.
I wrapped my legs around him and drew him deeper, urging him on with whispers and moans.
"You're so beautiful." His hot breath against my ear tickled and sent a spike of pleasure right to my clit. "So perfect for me."
I came apart beneath him as waves of pleasure radiated outward until my whole body hummed with it. I’d had orgasms before but never like that. Not even close.
Rod followed soon after, his rhythm faltering as he buried his face in my neck. "That's it, baby girl." He groaned as he found his release. "Just like that for Daddy."
The endearment triggered something inside me, and I shattered again as a second orgasm crashed over me unexpectedly.
I clung to him with tears pricking at my eyes from the intensity of it.
Afterward, he held me close, and his large hand stroked my back in soothing circles.
We talked in hushed voices about boundaries and desires and about what we wanted and needed from each other.
It should have felt premature, planning a future with someone I'd just met, but nothing about this connection felt ordinary.
"Sleep now," he murmured against my hair. "I'll be right here to take care of you."
I rested my cheek against his broad chest and listened to the steady thump of his heart. The storm howled outside, but in Rod's arms, I'd never felt more secure.
As I drifted toward sleep, I wondered if I'd really fallen into that creek or if I'd somehow fallen into a dream instead.
Either way, I wasn't in any hurry to wake up.