Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Brea
Daddy… I’ve called him that several times. It has connotations that make me nervous, but he’s made it clear that those connotations are exactly what he intends. He wants to care for me as though I were younger.
I’m learning that his need to dominate me so totally is innate. It’s part of him. He can’t deny it. But can I learn to accept it?
“Daddy…” I say softly because it pleases him, and I love it when he smiles at me with approval.
He motions with a finger for me to turn, so I obey him, and I don’t regret it. The moment he starts brushing through my tangles, I begin to purr. That’s what it is. Purring. I don’t think I’ve ever made this contented sound before, but he brings it out of me.
I tip my head back and close my eyes, hoping he never stops brushing my hair. I can’t recall when someone last did this for me. I assume my mother did when I was very young, but I don’t remember it.
“So soft,” he whispers. “I could run my fingers through your hair all day.” He’s using both hands now, brushing and stroking.
“I’m okay with that,” I murmur. I’m lulled into a very relaxed state.
“May I braid it now?” he asks.
“You know how to braid hair?” I’m surprised. It’s one thing to brush it out. It’s another thing entirely to style it.
He gasps dramatically. “Of course. What kind of Daddy would I be if I couldn’t braid my Little girl’s hair?”
I giggle. He makes me feel lighter than I’ve ever felt. I’ve carried the weight of the world for so many years. I’ve always had to worry about finances. How I would pay the rent on my trailer. The electric, gas, and water bills. Food.
For the first day in years, I’m not concerned with being warm or eating. It’s too good to be true. How can I possibly trust this to last?
Yesterday, a man who intended to sell me as a sex slave left me for dead in the woods. Today, I’m sitting in a warm cabin being doted on by a lion shifter who says he intends to care for me for the rest of my life in this fashion.
I’m scared. I’ll be devastated if he changes his mind.
Already I’m attached to him. Physically and emotionally.
I know he says there’s no going back, but I have no experience with shifters.
They’ve always been illusive species that lived on the fringe of society and didn’t factor into my life at all.
As far as I know, I’ve never met one. Though I get that it’s possible I interacted with a shifter at some point without knowing it, I never dreamed of a scenario like this.
Navin seems to think I was fated to be in his path. I’m not sure about that. I’ve never believed in Fate. How could I? If She exists in my world, She’s either had a shitty way of showing it or She didn’t think I was worthy of good things.
But here I am.
Daddy finishes braiding my hair in a long, thick row down my back. He secures it with a band and drops it over my shoulder. “There. How’d I do?”
I twist around, rise onto my knees, and wrap my arms around his neck. “Do I really get to stay here?”
He rubs my back. “Always, Little love. Forever.” When he stands, he cups my bottom, and I bring my legs as far around his waist as I can. The wound on my thigh doesn’t hurt at all. It’s like magic. Every time I look at it, I’m reminded that Navin absolutely has undeniable powers.
If I’d been found by a human and somehow survived transportation to a hospital, I would be lying in a room now hooked up to machines, my leg immobilized, an IV keeping me alive with fluids. No one would be certain I would survive.
But here I am, healing quickly, all because a lion shifter bit me and saved my life, making me his.
I have concerns, but I’m so very lucky. I owe him for saving my life. I should stop questioning his methods and behave. “I’ll be good, Daddy,” I whisper as he carries me from the room.
He leans me back, a hand between my shoulder blades, his brow furrowed. “What are you saying, Little love?”
I shrug, my cheeks heating. “I’ll be a good girl for you. You saved my life. I should be more appreciative.”
Navin stiffens and stops walking. His hand comes to the back of my neck, and he shakes his head.
“No, Little love. I want you to be you. I suspect you haven’t been able to honor your true self for a long time.
You’ve been living with a lot of stress and always worried.
I bet you haven’t had light moments and fun. ” He lifts a brow.
I purse my lips. He’s right.
“I want to know the real Brea, the one who slid off the side of the bed and hid from Daddy, the one who giggles, the mischievous one. Find her. Honor her. Life would be very boring if you were so obedient that you were more of a robot than my Little girl.”
“But if I’m naughty, you’ll spank me,” I murmur.
He grins. “And I suspect you will like being spanked.” He heads for the couch and sits with me in his lap. His gaze drops to my thigh and he touches the long scar. “I think it’s time for Daddy to spank you so you’ll know what it feels like, Little love.”
I sit taller on his thigh. “That’s scary.”
He smiles. “Only the first time. Can you be brave for me?”
I slowly nod. “Yes, Daddy.” My curiosity is piqued. I need to do this so I’ll know. I’m confident I will hate being spanked, then I can tell him it’s awful and we can move on.
Daddy stands me on my feet between his knees and reaches to lower my panties down my legs.
My breath hitches as he bares me. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked already more times than I’m even aware of, but it’s still weird being exposed like this. It’s even weirder that the hair is gone from my pussy.
Daddy sets his hands on my hips and slides them up under my shirt until he’s stroking the undersides of my breasts with his thumbs.
I arch toward him as goosebumps rise all over my skin. My legs are wobbly. I could blame it on the long row of stitches, but I know it’s because I’m so turned on that they can barely hold me upright.
Daddy quickly slips my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. “I won’t always strip you naked when I spank you. Your bottom has to be bare, but not the rest of you. But I want you to feel vulnerable this first time.”
I whimper.
He lifts me by the hips and turns me, laying me across his thighs. He spreads his legs wide enough that my breasts hang between them, and he’s so large that I can rest my cheek on his huge thigh.
“Reach your hands behind your back, Little love. Daddy is going to hold them while I spank you.”
I’m trembling as I obey him, and I start panting when he clasps both my wrists with one of his hands.
“Good girl.” His palm comes to my bottom. “Spread your legs, Brea. I don’t want your thighs touching each other when I spank you.”
Why? I don’t ask. I simply do as I’m told. It’s getting easier. I find myself wanting to obey Daddy. It makes me tingle inside every time I please him. So far, he’s given me no reason not to trust him. He’s so very calm and patient with me. Does he never get angry or shout?
Daddy rubs my bottom, squeezing my cheeks one at a time as if warming me up for impact.
I’m so nervous I’m shaking. This is mindboggling. Why would a grown adult let herself be stripped naked and taken over a man’s knee for a spanking?
“I’ll start easy and build up the pressure, Little love. Try to relax. Go into your head. Absorb the slaps of my palm. Try not to tense.”
He’s lost his mind if he thinks I can relax. I’m so beyond the opposite of relaxed that I’m worried I might faint.
I hold my breath when he lifts his palm and brace myself for the slap that resounds in the room a moment later. It isn’t nearly as painful as I expected. He really did start lightly.
Daddy spanks back and forth several more times with the same amount of pressure. It doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, it’s kind of soothing. I like the sound of his palm striking my skin.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the weird sensation as Daddy’s slaps increase in intensity. It still doesn’t hurt, but my butt feels hot and tingly.
“Such a good girl,” he praises as he rubs my tender skin. “I’m going to spank you harder now, Little love. Let it feel good. Don’t fight it.”
His words make no sense to me. And yet, they do. It does feel good. It’s oddly cathartic. I find myself relaxing deeply against his thighs as I focus on the rhythmic slap of his palm against my skin.
The next several swats are harder, like he said they would be, causing my bottom to burn. The sensation is oddly satisfying. It hurts, but I think I like it.
Daddy’s hand moves around with every slap, sometimes hitting the backs of my thighs, alternating between cheeks. The vibrations resonate throughout my body, and as I relax into the strange sensations, I find my pussy clenching.
I want to draw my legs together and put pressure on my clit, but he instructed me not to. Now I know why. I’m aroused. Almost as aroused as I was when he ate my pussy earlier.
Daddy swats me harder and harder, focusing on my bottom. Every time he hits the spot where my butt cheeks meet my thighs, I feel it in my pussy. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was actually swatting my labia or my clit.
I’m panting, unable to control my lust. Eventually, I lift my head and moan. “Daddy…” My legs are shaking; my vision is swimming. My pussy is so needy I might come.
Suddenly he stops. For a moment, he squeezes both my cheeks, and then his hand is gone, and a second later, he thrusts a finger into my channel.
I cry out at the sudden, unexpected intrusion.
My pussy grips his finger so hard.
And then I come.
“Daddy!” I scream as my orgasm consumes me.
He continues to hold me down with the hand at the small of my back, not releasing my wrists. With his other hand, he pumps his finger in and out of my pussy, causing my orgasm to continue. It doesn’t stop. Or maybe one orgasm turns into two.
I have so little experience with sex that I don’t know what’s happening, but I don’t think it’s supposed to be like this. I think people come and then that’s it. Maybe they can come again later, but this is more like a series of progressively more intense orgasms on top of each other.
Daddy rubs my clit, driving me out of my mind. And his hand is so large that he’s able to slide his thumb back to my forbidden hole and press against the puckered skin. I’m so wet that his thumb is soaked with my juices.
I squirm, fighting against him. “Daddy…” I whine.
“Don’t fight me, Little love. Let it feel good. Daddy will touch every part of you, including your bottom.” He emphasizes his words by pushing his thumb into my tight rectum.
I’m overwhelmed with sensations. It feels like I’m spinning, floating out of my body and swirling around like I’m stuck in a cyclone. If he weren’t holding me down, I would fly away.
“Come again, Brea. I want to feel your bottom contract on my thumb at the same time as your pussy.”
At his demand, I peak again, another wave of release consuming me. It’s too much sensation. I’m overwhelmed. My bottom grips his thumb rhythmically with my pussy, the pulses sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.
Finally Daddy eases his hand out from between my legs.
I lie limp over his thighs, panting, unable to move even when he releases my wrists. I simply let my hands fall to my sides by my hips and continue trying to catch my breath.
Daddy leans to one side. I think he’s reaching for something. I turn my head when I hear the slight pop of a container opening. He pulls out a wipe and cleans his fingers.
Something has changed between us. He may have claimed me with his teeth when he bit me yesterday, but today he has claimed me with his fingers and hands. Earlier he claimed me with his mouth on my pussy.
I’m melting into him. I never want to move off his lap. I could stay here forever and be perfectly content.
I whimper when he eventually lifts me by the hips. He turns me in his arms and settles me sideways on his lap. His lips come to my temple. “Such a good girl.” He rocks me gently, holding me tightly against his bare chest. The man hasn’t worn a shirt since I met him. I wonder if he even owns shirts.
My mind is wandering to odd thoughts like that.
Self-preservation, I think. I’m unable to fully process the weird bond between us, so my brain is occupying it with random thoughts like his lack of shirt, the way he smells like outdoors and his soap, the feel of his palm on my hip, and the fact that every inhale draws more of him into me as if we’re not even two beings anymore.
We’re one.
It’s scary. I don’t know how to deal with any of this, but I don’t have to. Not now. All I have to do is sit here and let him hold me while I slowly float back down to Earth.