Chapter 8 #2
He holds me while I cry, never once rushing me or telling me to stop. He just lets me feel it. All of it.
Eventually, the sobs quiet to hiccups. Then to shaky breaths.
"Better?" he asks gently.
"Yes. I feel... lighter."
"That's how it should feel. Like you can breathe again." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."
He carries me to the bathroom and sets me on the counter. Then he grabs a cool washcloth and gently wipes my face.
"How's your bottom? Sore?"
"Yes. But not unbearable."
"Good. That's what we're going for. Enough that you remember it but not so much that you're actually hurt." He pulls out lotion from the cabinet. "I'm going to put some of this on. It'll help with the sting. Is that okay?"
"Yes, Daddy."
After Tyler applies the lotion to my tender skin and helps me into soft pajama pants and his t-shirt, he carries me to bed.
I expect him to tuck me in and hold me while I come down from the emotional intensity.
Instead, he lays me gently on my back and sits beside me, his hand stroking my hair.
"I just want to be good for you,” I say breaking the silence. “I’m trying.”
"You are good for me. So good." He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Perfect, even."
"I'm not perfect."
"You're perfect for me. And that's what matters."
Something shifts in the air between us. The emotional intensity of the discipline, the vulnerability of being corrected, the overwhelming relief of being forgiven, it all combines into something else.
Need.
"Daddy?" My voice comes out smaller than I intend.
"What do you need, baby girl?"
"You. I need you."
His eyes darken. "Chloe, you just had discipline. You're emotional. I don't want to take advantage—"
"You're not. I'm asking. Please." I reach for him. "I need to feel close to you. I need to know we're okay."
"We are okay. More than okay."
"Then show me. Please, Daddy. Show me I'm forgiven. Show me I'm yours."
He groans, and I see the war in his expression. Want versus restraint.
"Are you sure? Really sure? Because once I start, I'm not going to be able to stop."
"I don't want you to stop. I want all of you." I sit up, wincing slightly at the tenderness. "Please."
"Fuck." He cups the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss that steals my breath.
It's not soft. Not gentle. It's claiming. Possessive. Desperate.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I melt into him, all my defenses completely gone.
When he breaks the kiss, we're both breathing hard.
"I need you to understand something," he says, his voice rough. "If we do this right now, it's not going to be slow. It's not going to be careful. I need you too much for that."
"Good. I don't want slow."
"You have no idea what you're asking for."
"Then show me, Daddy. Remind me what it means to be yours."
Something in him snaps.
He strips off his shirt in one smooth motion. "Take off my shirt. Now."
I scramble to obey, pulling the t-shirt over my head.
His gaze rakes over me, hot and hungry.
"So fucking beautiful. And all mine."
"Yes, Daddy. All yours."
"Say it again."
"I'm yours. Completely."
He makes a sound low in his throat, then his mouth is on my breast, sucking hard enough to make me gasp.
"Daddy—"
"Shh. Let me take care of you." His hand slides down my stomach to the waistband of the pajama pants and removes them quickly, mindful of my tender bottom, leaving me in just my panties.
Then, he slides my panties down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Spread your legs for me, baby girl. Let Daddy see what's his."
I obey, and his sharp intake of breath tells me he likes what he sees.
"So pretty. So perfect." One finger traces through my folds, and I jolt. "And already so wet for me. Did the spanking turn you on, sweetheart?"
Heat floods my face. "Yes."
"Don't be embarrassed. That's normal. Natural. Your body knows that Daddy's discipline comes from love." He circles my clit slowly. "And now I'm going to reward you for being such a good girl."
He slides one finger inside me, and I moan.
"That's it. Let me hear you. No holding back."
He adds a second finger, stretching me, while his thumb works my clit in steady circles.
"Daddy, I'm—I'm going to—"
"Not yet. You don't come until I tell you to. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl."
He works me expertly, bringing me right to the edge and then easing back. Over and over until I'm writhing beneath him, desperate for release.
"Please," I beg. "Please, Daddy, I need—"
"What do you need, baby girl? Use your words."
"I need to come. Please let me come."
"Not yet. First I'm going to taste you."
He settles between my thighs, and the first swipe of his tongue makes me cry out.
"Fuck, you taste incredible." He licks me slowly, thoroughly. "Could do this for hours."
"Daddy, please—"
"Please what?"
"Please let me come. I can't—I can't hold it much longer—"
"Yes, you can. You're my good girl. You can do anything I ask." He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I nearly come off the bed. "But since you asked so nicely... come for me, baby girl. Let Daddy feel it."
His permission shatters me and I obey. I come hard, my body clenching around his fingers, pleasure washing through me in waves.
He works me through it, not stopping until I'm boneless and gasping.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, pressing kisses to my inner thighs. "So fucking beautiful when you let go for me."
"Daddy, I need you inside me. Please."
"Someone is being a bossy little girl." But he's smiling as he strips off his jeans and boxer briefs.
He's hard. I can’t get used to this. How quickly he gets turned on around me. How wonderfully thick and long his cock is or how talented he is when using it.
"See what you do to me?" He wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly. "This is all for you, baby girl."
"Then give it to me. Please."
"Fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me.”
He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging against me.
"Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I take you."
I meet his gaze, and he pushes in slowly.
The stretch is intense. Perfect. We fit together perfectly. Inch by inch, he fills me until he's fully seated.
"Oh my God," I gasp. "You're so—it's so—"
"I know. You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect." He holds still and looks at me.
"Please move, Daddy. I need you to move."
He pulls back slowly, then thrusts in deep.
The angle hits something inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. It feels so fucking good.
"Right there," I gasp. "Please, right there—"
"I've got you, baby girl. Daddy knows exactly what you need."
He sets a rhythm that's deep and claiming, almost violent. Each thrust deliberate. Purposeful. It’s the roughest sex we’ve had yet.
"This is what you needed, isn't it? After discipline, you needed to be filled. Claimed. Reminded that you're mine."
"Yes, Daddy. Yes."
"Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
"You. I belong to you."
"That's right. Mine to correct. Mine to care for. Mine to fuck." His hand wraps around my throat gently, not squeezing hard enough to hurt me, just hard enough to know he’s in control. "Mine."
"Yours. I belong to you.”
He shifts the angle, going deeper, and I cry out.
"Too much?" he asks immediately.
"No. Not enough. Harder, Daddy. Please."
"Fuck, baby girl." But he complies, his thrusts becoming more powerful.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. My sore bottom protests slightly with each impact, but the sting only adds to the pleasure.
"You like that?" Tyler's voice is rough. "Like feeling the reminder of your discipline while Daddy fucks you?"
"Yes. God, yes."
"Such a perfect little girl for Daddy. Taking everything I give you." His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure. "Come for me again. Show me how good I make you feel."
"I'm close—so close—"
"I know. I can feel you clenching around me. Let go, baby girl. Give it to me."
His command sends me over the edge. I come hard, my entire body shaking with the force of it.
"That's it. Fuck, that's perfect. You're perfect." His rhythm falters. "I'm going to come, baby girl. Going to fill you up. Mark you as mine."
Three more deep thrusts and he buries himself completely, groaning my name as he comes.
I feel the warmth of him inside me, and something primal in me purrs with satisfaction.
Mine. He's mine just as much as I'm his.
We collapse together, both breathing hard, hearts racing.
"That was..." I can't finish the sentence.
"Yeah." He presses kisses across my face. "You okay? I wasn't too rough?"
"You were perfect. I needed that. All of it."
"Good. Because I needed it too." He finally pulls out, and I immediately miss the connection.
"Don't move. I'll be right back."
He disappears into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth.
"Spread your legs for me, baby girl. Let me clean you up."
He's so gentle as he wipes away the evidence of our coupling, careful around my tender areas.
"How's your bottom? Still sore?"
"A little. But it's a good reminder."
"Of what?"
"Of who I belong to. Of what happens when I don't take care of myself. Of how much you love me."
His expression softens. "I do love you. So fucking much."
"I love you too, Daddy."
He tosses the washcloth aside and climbs back into bed, pulling me against his chest.
I wince slightly as my sore bottom makes contact with the bed.
"Want to lie on your stomach?" he offers.
"No. I want to be close to you like this."
"Okay, baby girl. Whatever you need."
We lie there in comfortable silence, and I trace patterns on his chest.
"Was it weird? Having sex right after discipline?" I ask him.
"Weird how?"
"I don't know. Does it seem like mixed signals? Like a reward for bad behavior?"
"No. Because discipline and intimacy serve different purposes." His hand strokes my back. "Discipline corrects behavior and helps you process guilt. Intimacy reinforces our connection and shows you that you're loved even after correction. They're both important parts of our dynamic."
"So, it's normal? What we just did?" In some of my books the Daddies never give pleasure after discipline.
"Completely normal. A lot of D/s couples find that the vulnerability of discipline creates intimacy. The emotional rawness makes physical connection more intense." He pauses. "Did it bother you? Was it too much?"
"No. It was perfect. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't... I don't know. Doing it wrong."
"Baby girl, there's no wrong way to do this as long as we're both getting what we need. And I definitely got what I needed."
I laugh despite myself. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Having you completely open and vulnerable like that? Trusting me enough to take both discipline and pleasure from me?" His arms tighten around me. "That's everything to me."
"I do trust you. Completely."
"I know. And I'll never abuse that trust. Never."