Chapter 21 Sloane
SLOANE
Istand out in the sun while Beckett’s at work. I look at our little garden and notice some of the little seeds are starting to grow.
I’m in a good mood today; my period is over, the sun is shining, and my body feels so good.
I film some extra social media content, mostly just videos of me talking in front of the camera while I get ready for the day.
I giggle to myself as I pull out my phone and see a Snapchat notification from Beckett.
By some miracle of God, he hasn’t deleted the app yet. He’s been very argumentative, not understanding why we can’t just use the messaging system that every other phone in America is a part of, but I told him that this was much more fun.
I wasn’t going to tell him the real reason is that I missed his face most days, and this gave me a reason to see it.
Besides, his pictures make me smile because he always looks so awkward in them. In his defense, it’s only been a few days, so I can’t get too mad at him for it, I suppose.
Not to brag about it or anything, but I’m his number one best friend.
I get an idea; it could be a very bad one, and it’s something that I’ve never done before.
My heart beats so fast as I lie down on the lawn chair next to the pool. I want a little bit of skin. I put my sunglasses on, turn my head to the side a little bit, and put the camera on rear facing mode, holding it up in the air and angling it down before taking the picture.
I don’t even want to look at it. My heart is beating so fast I fear it’s going to just jump straight out of my chest as I bring the small device down, flipping it around so I can see it.
My eyes widen at how good I look, surprising even myself. It’s nothing promiscuous, well…not too much so; a little cleavage is showing and some of my belly and legs, but it’s not that bad.
Before I can overthink it, I save it to my memories and just send it to him, not even bothering with a caption because I’m scared that if I look at it too long, I’ll change my mind.
I immediately shut my phone off and toss it onto the other chair. I let out an embarrassed little yelp, and I feel my face turn bright red.
Mocha freezes from his spot on the lawn, looks up at me to make sure I’m ok, and once he realizes I am, he continues to run around.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I do that?
Maybe he hasn’t seen it yet, but before I can grab my phone to delete the snap, my phone buzzes twice.
“This is your fault,” I say, looking at the beer in my hand. I only make dumb decisions after drinking the nasty stuff. I don’t even know why I keep drinking it. I don’t like it.
I set the drink down on the table, deciding that the few sips that I’ve had this afternoon are more than enough, and I won’t be drinking the rest of it. I feel bad for wasting it. I make a mental note to buy Beckett a new case the next time I go to the store.
I slowly pick up my phone, my heart beating even faster than it was when I sent the picture.
BECKETT has saved a snap
BECKETT has saved a snap to camera roll
BECKETT has sent you a message
Who the hell has been cooking in my kitchen? I know that I didn’t teach him how to use those features for this reason.
My hands tremble as I click on his notification.
beckett
We can no longer use this app while I’m at work.
I’m in a meeting, and I almost threw my phone.
You are in so much trouble when I get home.
me
Oh no…
Whatever will I do, Detective?
Please don’t take me to jail, my daddy won’t be too happy.
beckett
The only person you’ll be calling Daddy tonight is me.
My eyes literally fall out of their sockets when I read his message. I was only messing around. Why do I have to be this way? My confidence only exists behind a screen. I know I can talk a big game, but I’m scared of what he’ll do to me when he sees me.
Because I’m totally sane and normal, I take another picture, this time just of my middle, my bikini on display, the towel covering up the stretch marks on my stomach.
My fingers tremble as I caption the photo:
Hurry home, Daddy, I’ve been a bad girl.
This time, however, when I throw my phone, I don’t go after it seconds later; I get off the chair and jump straight into the pool, needing to cool off.
As I resurface, I think about the last few weeks, how comfortable I’ve grown with him since we’ve started trying new things. We haven’t gone all the way yet, but I like the way he feels, and maybe tonight I’ll be ready to do more.
I wait impatiently for the rest of the day.
Since Beckett is in meetings, I don’t get to see any more pictures of his sexy face, but I do shower, get ready, and slowly begin prepping dinner.
I have no idea when he’s going to be home, or what kind of mood he’s going to be in when he walks through the door.
I decide to make some steak and potatoes.
A quarter after eight, I get a message that he’s on his way home. Giving me about a half hour until he gets here. I start to cook the steaks on a very low heat and start to smash the potatoes.
My heart is beating so hard in my chest when I hear the lock click on the front door.
I smash the potatoes and don’t acknowledge him as he walks in and kicks his shoes off, mostly because I’m afraid that any confidence that I have managed to muster up will leave as soon as I open my mouth.
He doesn’t say anything, either; he just rounds the island and presses himself up against me.
All my confidence is gone as soon as he spins me around, picks me up, and sets me on the counter.
“D-dinner,” I manage to stutter, but he doesn’t say anything, just presses his lips to mine, hard.
“You are going to be the death of me,” he whispers, kissing down my neck. My head falls back, and I can’t stop my hands from tangling into his soft hair, messing up the gel.
“Daddy,” I gasp, the word slips out before I can stop it, and we both freeze.
When our eyes meet, his are dark, and it’s game over. He turns off the oven, picks me up, and before I even know what’s happening, he’s climbing the stairs to his room, and I’m being thrown onto his bed.
“Say it again, baby,” he demands as he undoes his belt and slacks. I scoot back against the pillows, accepting my fate, and not even the slightest bit upset about it.
“Daddy.” The word passes my lips in a quiet whisper.
“That’s what I thought,” he says, kicking his slacks off and unbuttoning his shirt before climbing on top of me.
I panicked and didn’t know how to dress for an occasion like this, so I’m wearing a tight, cropped tank and some loose black shorts that look cute as hell.
His mouth crashes to mine, and I don’t stop him; his hands are everywhere, and his lips follow the same path. I’ve never experienced something like this.
As I feel his hands push up the fabric of my shirt, I don’t fight him as it bunches by my boobs. He kisses the skin of my stomach, trailing down to the waist of my shorts.
He looks up at me like he’s asking for permission. I nod. The shorts join his pants on the floor, and he continues to kiss down my stomach, hips, over my thighs, and panties. I whimper as he pushes my legs apart and kisses the inside of my thighs.
He presses his nose to my most intimate area and inhales.
“Fuck, baby, you smell so good. Can Daddy have a taste?” he whispers, and I nod. “Answer me, Sloane,” he says, his eyes boring into mine.
“Yes.” He gently kisses me, his mouth staying on the outside of my panties. “Beckett,” I whimper, and he growls against me as he pulls his face away, crawling back up my body.
“Not tonight, you don’t get to call me that tonight, do you understand?” he commands, his voice holding a sharper edge than normal, and I like the way he grabs my jaw to make me look at him.
I nod. “I understand,” I whisper, and he lets go of my jaw, his hand slowly moving down my body.
“Is it ok if I touch you?” he whispers, his eyes softening slightly.
“Y-yes,” I whimper as his fingers toy with the waistband of my panties.
“Let me know if it gets too much or if you want me to stop,” he says, searching my eyes for any kind of hesitation.
“Ok,” I confirm, and as soon as he slides a finger inside me, my eyes roll back.
“Oh baby, you’re so tight,” he whispers in my ear, leaning down over me, his teeth gently nipping at my lobe.
My nails scratch at his back as he slowly thrusts one of his fingers into me, in long, slow strokes.
“Be—Daddy… that feels good,” I whisper, biting my lip to keep from making noise.
“No, don’t do that. I want to hear you,” he says, and I let out a little moan as his thumb slowly plays with me, his fingers still moving inside me.
“Is this ok?” he asks, as he gently pushes another finger inside of me, forcing me to stretch around him.
“Yes, more than ok,” I whimper, pulling him down so that our lips can brush. “So good, Daddy,” I moan, and he growls as he presses his mouth fully against mine.
“I… I’m close,” I whisper, as my hips move against his hand.
“Yeah, baby, you wanna come for Daddy?” he asks, and I nod. He takes the hint, moving his fingers just a little bit faster, pushing in just a little bit more. It only takes a few thrusts at this new angle for me to be seeing stars.
“Daddy,” I moan, my eyes closing as I fall over the edge.
My body collapses against his bed, and his motions slow as he begins to pepper kisses all over my face. “So good for me, baby. You did so fucking good,” he praises, as he pulls his fingers out of me, sucking my release off of them. I whimper at the loss of him.
“So perfect for me, baby,” he says, kissing my forehead and moving to get off the bed.
“No, wait,” I whisper, reaching for his hand and just barely catching it in mine.
“One second, let me go grab something.”
I nod and let go of his hand. He stands and goes to the bathroom. I hear the water turn on, and then a few seconds later, it turns off. He comes out holding a wash rag, and I look at him curiously.
“What is that for?” I whisper.