Chapter 19
Simone
“Oh wow. This room is so pretty,” Lillian says that evening when I take her upstairs to show her to the guest room. Camden has other guest rooms, but I figure my sister will like sleeping in the pretty pink one I used for about five minutes when I first came here.
It took a while to explain everything that happened, and then Jameson was kind enough to take Lillian to check out of her hotel and bring her things back here.
For about half a minute, I considered letting Lillian stay in my apartment. It’s sitting there vacant, and I no longer care if she sees all the evidence of age play that fills the place.
Daddy nixed the idea immediately, though. For one thing, he doesn’t want any of us even going there until my attacker is caught, and for another, he worries it would be too easy for my parents to find Lillian there.
Lillian and I both realize we can’t go on for the rest of our lives without contacting them, but it certainly doesn’t need to happen today or any day in the near future.
Let them stew. Meanwhile, there’s no sense in making it easy for them to find us, either.
They can’t find us at Camden’s, and even if they do, they’ll never be able to get to us.
“I can’t believe Camden worked so hard to create this room for you, and you’ve never really used it,” Lillian says as she roams around.
“I’ll use it in time. We’ll turn it into a playroom soon. We’ve just been too busy to focus on this room.” I talk like I’m staying here forever, and I catch myself. How strange that the words would come out so easily.
Oh, yeah, sure, my Daddy is going to create the perfect playroom for me, and I’m going to live in this castle forever and ever, happily ever after .
I know that’s what Camden says he wants, but it still feels so soon and unrealistic to me half the time. I’ve been here nine days. Most of that time, I was partly catatonic. Today is the first day I’ve come out of my shell for the whole day.
Lillian comes to me and gives me a hug. “Thank you so much. I promise I won’t stay forever. Just until I can figure out what to do next.”
I hug her tightly. “I’m sorry we were never close growing up. It seems weird now.”
She leans back. “It’s not as though we had any animosity toward each other. We just had different interests.”
“Yeah. Still feels odd. But you’re here now. Thank you for not judging me. I know my life is unconventional, but it’s who I am. I’ve been so much happier since I left home four years ago.”
Lillian giggles. “And even happier still since you moved in with Mr. Hottie.”
“You think my Daddy is hot?”
She shrugs. “I’m not going to hit on him or anything, but sure. Older men are attractive. Just not gross, pretentious ones like Herman.” She scrunches her nose.
“Camden is twenty years older than me,” I point out. “That doesn’t bother you?” I’m feeling her out.
“Nope. I can tell you love him, and he worships the ground you walk on. Jameson and Natasha, too. How adorable are they? If I had a man like Camden or Jameson, I would never let him out of my sight.”
“What if he was a Daddy?” I ask.
She surprises me when she shrugs. “The idea has appeal. I get it. I’ve done some research. After you left, I really delved into the lifestyle. I wanted to understand you.”
“Well, thank you for being accepting. If you ever want to know more or explore yourself, we belong to a club with a lot of members involved in age play. I’d be happy to show you around.”
“That sounds cool.”
I hold her closer one more time and then let go. “You have everything you need?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
Lillian is smiling as I leave her. I suspect she’s relieved to have escaped what was basically a barbaric arranged marriage. Now she’s no longer alone. I’m glad she’s here.
I pad to the master bedroom and shut the door behind me. Camden is in the bathroom, and I join him.
He’s bent over the tub, which makes me nearly choke up for no good reason. When he turns to face me, he straightens and hurries toward me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” My voice hitches. “Everything is so right.”
He pulls me into his arms. “It really is.” He tips my chin back and meets my gaze. “Lillian okay?”
“Yeah. I think she feels like she’s intruding. Are you sure it’s okay for her to stay?”
“Simone, she’s your sister. She’s welcome to stay here for as long as she’d like. I think she’s a bit jealous of you. I suspect she has Little tendencies.”
“Yeah, maybe. It seemed that way. She loves the pink room.”
“Good. It’s settled then. She’ll stay indefinitely.”
“She has money, Daddy. She’ll probably want to get her own place soon.”
“She’s under my care now, Little one. I won’t like her doing anything I think is dangerous.”
I swallow back tears. How did I get so lucky? My man is taking my sister under his care? How overprotective is that? And sweet. So fucking sweet.
He releases me to turn the water off before removing my clothes. I love how he takes care of me. It’s not condescending, as if he thinks I can’t take care of myself. It’s how he shows me he cares. Cherishes me. Every time he does something for me, I fall a bit harder for him.
When I’m naked, he pulls his own shirt off and then continues to remove the rest of his clothes.
“Are you going to get in with me?” I ask hopefully.
“That’s the plan.” He wiggles his brows. “I’ve been waiting for the day I could bathe you from inside the tub instead of next to it since the night you got here.”
I’m giddy. I like this idea. As he steps into the tub, I let my gaze roam down to his erection. It’s fully engorged and bobbing in front of him. I love that he’s not self-conscious about it. He doesn’t care that I can see his cock all hard and ready for me.
Daddy holds out a hand. “Step in, Baby girl.”
I let him help me into the tub, and then he sits with his back against the far end before arranging me between his legs. As soon as we’re seated, he turns on the jets.
I sigh. I’ve never felt this content in my life. I’m safe, happy, loved.
Loved ?
When will we use that word? It’s heavy between us. I love him. I know I do. I’ve probably been in love with him for almost four years. I know he feels strongly for me, too. Love?
Daddy reaches for the lavender bubble bath and pours some into the water. It foams up fast with the jets on.
I lean my head against his shoulder and practically purr. I feel like a kitten curled up in his embrace. Warm and pleased.
Daddy reaches under my thighs to lift my knees. “Spread your legs. Put them on the outside of mine.”
I whimper as he guides my feet so they’re on the outside of his knees. Instantly, I feel exposed and horny. My arousal was forced to the back burner all afternoon. I often felt hot and bothered whenever I looked at Daddy or caught him watching me, but I couldn’t act on it with guests in the house.
He kisses my neck. His hands come to my breasts. As he thumbs my nipples, he whispers in my ear, “It was damn near impossible for me to keep my hands to myself today. I’m going to ravage you now that we’re alone.”
I tip my head, giving him more of my neck. “Darn. That sounds awful. What if I’m too tired?” I joke.
“I don’t think you’ll be tired for long,” he mutters against my ear. He pinches my nipples lightly before releasing them to trail his fingers down between my legs. “Were you wet for me while we had guests, Simone?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You didn’t seem self-conscious about your breasts, but I did notice your pretty nipples were hard.”
My face heats. I hope that wasn’t obvious to everyone, but I suspect it was.
He strokes through my folds, teasing me with one finger.
“Daddy…” I lift my hips, trying to get more contact.
He removes his finger. “Uh-uh, naughty girl. You sit still like a good girl and take what Daddy offers you.”
I moan. His words push my arousal higher. He knows it. He’s a big meanie.
I lift my arms to wrap them around his neck behind me.
“Oh, yes. That’s sexy. Look.”
I lower my gaze to see my nipples floating above the water.
Daddy teases them.
“Mmm. I like it when you do that.”
He chuckles. “You like just about everything I do.”
“Not when you tease my pussy and don’t let me come,” I point out.
“Mmm. But it will be an excellent deterrent, won’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Clasp your hands behind my neck, and don’t let go,” he orders.
I do as I’m told. The stretch lifts my breasts even higher.
Daddy cups them and plays with them, molding them in his palms, flicking the tips, and circling my areolas.
I’m writhing. My pussy is soaked and not from the bath water.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “I was so proud of you today. You handled a stressful situation seamlessly.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I’m feeling pretty proud of myself, actually. He’s right. I had a good day, considering it was nothing like I expected when we first got up this morning.
I can’t believe Lillian is here. She’s in the pink room. Maybe she’s sleeping. Maybe she’s taking a shower. I hope she can’t hear us. I don’t mind sharing my Little with her, but I don’t like the idea of her listening to us fooling around.
“Shhh. You’re moaning, Baby girl. You have to be quiet if you want Daddy to reward you for being so good.”
I bite my bottom lip. I hadn’t realized I’d been moaning.
“That’s my girl.” He releases my breasts and slides his hands to my pussy. “So soft…”
I whimper. It’s hard to stay quiet. I haven’t had to do that in our home before.
Daddy wraps one arm around my waist, holds me steady, and fingers me with his other hand. “My girl is so tight.” He eases his finger in and out of me, taking his time, driving me mad.
“Daddy…”
“Patience, naughty girl. Let Daddy play with you.”
I don’t know how long I can hold on like this. My fingers are threaded together behind his neck, but I’m about to detonate. I hope he doesn’t intend for me to hold off my orgasm. I don’t think I can. He hasn’t ordered me not to come.
The moment his thumb presses against my clit, I come. Hard. I also cry out. I can’t stop myself.
Daddy chuckles as he continues to rub my clit and adds a second finger to my pussy. “My girl isn’t capable of being quiet.”
My arousal continues to rise as if I haven’t just had an orgasm.
It’s building. It’s his fault. He’s a master with his fingers.
He’s also a master with his mouth. Remembering his mouth on my pussy does nothing to dampen my ardor.
I switch to thinking about his cock inside me and nearly combust. I’m floating higher and higher.
I don’t think my body is touching the bottom of the tub anymore.
Daddy adds a third finger and rubs my clit faster. “Come on Daddy’s fingers again, Baby girl.”
I obey him, my eyes rolling back as I give him what he wants. I’m aware that I’m moaning, but I have no idea how loud I am.
Fuck it. I can’t possibly care if Lillian can hear me. This is my happy place. Daddy and I only moved into this new territory in our relationship yesterday. There’s no way I’m going to stop having sex with him just because she’s staying here. Too bad.
“One more, Little one, and then I’ll wash you.”
I shake my head. “I can’t, Daddy.” I’m panting and wrung out from the two orgasms. I don’t have another one in me.
“Yes, you can, Baby girl. Be a good girl and let Daddy make you feel good again.”
I whimper and lift my hips the fraction I’m capable of when he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of me from behind.
He pushes them in as deep as he can and then scissors all three of them, blowing my mind.
How many different ways can this man make me come?
I hope I get to spend the next eighty years finding out.
I don’t care if the math on that isn’t logical.
He better not leave me. I won’t allow it.
“You’re going to give me one more in the tub with my fingers, Simone, and then I’m going to lay you on the bed and eat your cunt until you come on my mouth. After that, I’ll let you have my cock.”
His words are so filthy. His promise is so absurd. He’s the one who gets punished if I don’t come as many times as he demands.
But there’s little chance of that happening because suddenly, he releases my waist and smooths his free hand down to my clit. He pinches it hard enough to make me cry out. But the sharp pain also sends me over the edge.
I’m freefalling. I can’t speak, let alone think a single coherent thought, while my pussy pulses around his fingers.
I don’t know why I enjoy the sort of pain he dishes out, but fuck me, I really do.
“Good girl.” He’s kissing all over my cheeks and neck. His fingers are no longer between my legs. Now, he’s washing me. When did he stop kissing me and grab the soap?
I’m panting. My arms are no longer around his neck. They’re limp by my sides. I must have been so blissed out that I missed a few beats. I don’t care. I’m too happy to care.
I hope to God nothing happens to rock this boat because I really like floating in this lake with my Daddy.