5. Flynn
FLYNN
The morning sun spills through the kitchen windows, gilding Faye's jet-black hair in blue fire.
She sits across from me, bare feet tucked under her, fingers wrapped around a mug of coffee like it's the only thing keeping her anchored.
The steam curls between us, thick with the scent of dark roast and something sweeter…
vanilla, maybe, from the shampoo she used this morning.
I watch her laugh, the sound bright and unguarded. She's been good. Too good. Eating when I tell her to, resting when she's exhausted, letting me take care of her without a fight.
She sets her mug down, her cerulean eyes catching the light. "You're staring."
I don't look away. "You're beautiful."
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't drop her gaze. "That's not fair. You can't just say things like that."
"Why not?"
"Because." She huffs, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It makes it harder to stay mad at you."
I lean back in my chair, stretching my legs out under the table. My shoes brush against hers, and she doesn't pull away. "And why are you mad at me?"
Her lips twitch. "Because you haven't rewarded me."
I chuckle, low and rough. "Why do I need to reward you? This is for your benefit.."
She rolls her eyes, but there's no real heat in it. "Fine. Then I'll just have to find another reason to be annoyed with you."
I reach across the table, my fingers curling around her wrist. Her pulse jumps under my thumb. "Like what?"
She swallows, her breath hitching just enough for me to notice. "Like the fact that you're always right."
I smirk. "That's true."
She yanks her hand back, but her eyes spark with amusement. "God, you're insufferable."
I take a sip of my coffee, watching her over the rim of the mug. "And yet, you like me."
Her fingers tighten around her mug. "Maybe I just like your cooking."
I set my cup down, the ceramic clinking against the wood. "Or maybe you like the way I take care of you."
She doesn't answer. She doesn't have to. The way her breath quickens, the way her thighs press together under the table… It's all the confirmation I need.
I push my chair back, the legs scraping against the floor. "Come here."
Her eyes widen. "What? Why?"
I crook a finger. "Because I said so."
She hesitates, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. But then she stands, her chair squeaking as she pushes it back. She rounds the table slowly, like she's approaching a wild animal, and maybe she is. Maybe I am feral when it comes to her.
When she's close enough, I grab her hips and pull her between my thighs. She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders for balance. I tilt my head up, meeting her gaze. "You've been a good girl, Faye."
Her breath hitches. "I have?"
I nod, my hands sliding up her sides, under the hem of her shirt. Her skin is warm, soft. "You've been listening. Eating. Resting." My thumbs brush the undersides of her breasts, and she shivers. "You let me take care of you."
She swallows, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "And what do good girls get?"
I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Rewards."
She shivers, her breath coming faster. "What kind of rewards?"
I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, my hands stilling on her ribs. "The kind that make you scream."
Her pupils dilate, her lips parting on a silent gasp. "Flynn?—"
I cut her off with a kiss, my mouth crashing against hers. She melts into me, her hands sliding up to tangle in my hair. I groan against her lips, my hands tightening on her waist, pulling her closer. She tastes like coffee and something sweeter.
When I finally pull back, her lips are swollen, her eyes glazed. I brush my thumb over her bottom lip, my voice rough. "Tonight, princess. I'm going to show you exactly how good you've been."
She nods, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Okay."
I smirk, my hands sliding down to grip her ass. "Okay what?"
She licks her lips, her eyes flickering with something dark and hungry. "Okay, Daddy."
My cock throbs, my grip tightening. "Fuck, Faye."
She grins, slow and wicked. "What?"
I growl, pulling her down onto my lap. She straddles me, her thighs bracketing my hips, her heat pressing against my cock. I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "I can't wait anymore."
She rolls her hips, grinding against me. "You have to."
I groan, my hands sliding up to tangle in her hair. "You're going to be the death of me."
She leans in, her lips brushing mine. "This is your punishment."
I kiss her again, harder this time, my hands gripping her hips, grinding her against me. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tightening in my hair. I can feel her heat through the thin fabric of her shorts, her arousal soaking through.
I pull back, my breath ragged. "Tonight, Faye. I'm going to ruin you."
She whimpers, her hips rolling against mine. "Promise?"
I grip her chin, my voice dark. "Oh, I promise."
The door clicks shut behind her before I even hear her footsteps on the stairs.
I don't move from where I'm leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed, one ankle hooked over the other.
The house is quiet except for the distant hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the soft rustle of her clothes as she peels them off in her room.
I count to thirty. Then I push off the wall and follow.
Her bedroom door is ajar, the scent of her shampoo spilling into the hallway like an invitation. I don't knock. I step inside, my boots silent on the hardwood.
She's standing by the bed, her back to me, wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties. The fabric clings to her damp skin, the curve of her spine a shadow in the dim light. She doesn't turn around, but her shoulders tense, her fingers pausing where they're braiding her hair.
"Flynn?" Her voice is soft, hesitant.
I don't answer. I just cross the room and press my chest to her back, my hands sliding around her waist. She gasps, her braid slipping from her fingers, the dark strands tumbling over her shoulder.
She leans into me, her head tipping back against my shoulder. "I thought you were going to wait until I fell asleep."
I chuckle, low and dark, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric. Her nipples are already hard, pressing against my palms. "I changed my mind."
She whimpers, her hips rolling back against me. I can feel the heat of her through my pants, the way her body responds to me even when she's too tired to fight it. I pinch her nipples, just enough to make her gasp, and she arches into my touch.
She turns in my arms, her eyes wide, her lips parted. "I'm about to take a bath and?—"
I cut her off with a kiss, my mouth slanting over hers. She melts into me, her hands sliding up my chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. I groan against her lips, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her flush against me.
When I pull back, her breath is ragged, her eyes glazed. "Let me," I say, my voice leaving no room for argument.
She nods, her fingers trembling where they rest against my chest. "Okay."
I lead her into the bathroom, my hand warm against the small of her back. The tub is already full, steam curling into the cool air, the scent of lavender filling the room. I turn off the faucet and test the water with my fingers. Perfect.
I turn to her, my hands sliding under the hem of her tank top.
She lifts her arms without protest, letting me peel the fabric off her body.
Her skin is flushed, her nipples tight and dark against her pale skin.
I toss the fabric aside and hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs.
She steps out of them, her breath hitching as my fingers brush the inside of her thigh.
"Get in," I murmur, my voice rough.
She obeys, stepping into the tub with a soft sigh. The water sloshes around her as she sinks down, her knees drawn up to her chest. I kneel beside the tub, my hands sliding into the water, my fingers tracing the curve of her calf.
She watches me, her eyes dark, her lips parted. "You're going to spoil me."
I smirk, my fingers sliding higher, brushing the inside of her knee. "That's the idea."
She shivers, her thighs parting just enough to give me better access. I take my time, my fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on her skin, my touch light, teasing. She whimpers, her hips shifting in the water, her breath coming faster.
"Flynn, this isn't washing me."
I ignore her, my fingers sliding higher, brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh. She gasps, her back arching, her hands gripping the edges of the tub. I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "I know."
She whimpers, her hips rolling, her body begging for more. I chuckle, my fingers finally brushing against her slit.
I groan, my cock throbbing in my jeans. "Fuck, Faye."
She whimpers, her hips lifting, her body seeking more. I give it to her, my fingers sliding through her folds, my thumb brushing against her clit. She gasps, her back arching, her hands tightening on the edges of the tub.
"That's it," I murmur, my voice rough. "Let me take care of you."
She nods, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I work her slowly, my fingers sliding in and out of her tight heat, my thumb circling her clit. She's so responsive, her body trembling, her breath hitching with every touch.
"Flynn…" Her voice breaks, her hips rolling, her body chasing the pleasure I'm giving her.
"Come for me," I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. "Let me feel you."
She shatters with a cry, her body tightening around my fingers, her back arching, her hips lifting out of the water. I groan, my cock aching, my free hand gripping the edge of the tub to keep myself from joining her.
She collapses back into the water, her breath ragged, her eyes glazed. I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my lips, tasting her. She watches me, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with every breath.
"Good," I murmur, my voice rough.
She whimpers, her eyes fluttering shut. "Flynn, I'm tired."
I stand, my hands sliding under her arms, lifting her out of the tub. She sags against me, her body limp, her breath warm against my neck. I wrap a towel around her, drying her off with slow, careful strokes.
She doesn't protest, her eyes half-lidded, her body pliant in my arms. I carry her to the bed, laying her down on the soft sheets. She curls onto her side, her breath evening out, her eyes fluttering shut.
I watch her for a long moment, my hands clenched at my sides. Then I strip off my clothes, my cock heavy and aching, and slide into bed beside her. She doesn't wake, her breath deep and even, her body warm against mine.
I pull her close, my arm wrapping around her waist, my lips brushing her temple.
Her breath is slow, deep, the kind of sleep that swallows a person whole. I watch the rise and fall of her ribs beneath the sheet, the way her lips part just enough to let out a soft sigh. My fingers trace the curve of her hip, slow, deliberate, mapping the territory of her body like I own it.
Because I do.
The sheet slips lower as I drag it down, exposing the soft swell of her belly, the dip of her waist. She doesn't stir, too lost in whatever dreams keep her under.
I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"You're so fucking perfect when you're asleep," I murmur, my voice rough. "So quiet. So obedient."
A soft whimper escapes her, her hips shifting just enough to press against my hand. I chuckle, low and dark, my fingers sliding between her thighs. She's wet, her arousal slick against my skin, her body betraying her even in sleep.
"That's it," I murmur, my fingers sliding through her folds, teasing her clit. "Let Daddy take care of you."
She moans, soft and needy, her hips rolling against my hand. "Daddy…"
The word sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock. I groan, my free hand reaching down to free myself from my boxers. My shaft is heavy, aching, the crown already slick with precum. I stroke myself once, twice, my breath hitching as I position myself between her thighs.
She's so fucking tight, her body resisting at first as I press inside. I groan, my fingers digging into her hip, my lips brushing her ear. "Relax for me, princess," I murmur. "Let me in."
She whimpers, her body softening, her thighs parting just enough to take me deeper. I slide in another inch, my cock throbbing as her heat envelops me. "Fuck, Faye," I groan, my hips rolling, burying myself to the hilt. "You feel so fucking good."
She moans, her back arching, her hips lifting to meet mine. I set a slow, deep rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of her tight heat, my fingers digging into her hip. "That's it," I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. "Take it all."
Her breath hitches, her body tightening around me. I groan, my hips snapping forward, my cock buried deep inside her. "You're mine," I growl, my voice rough. "All mine."
She whimpers, her hips rolling, her body begging for more. I give it to her, my cock sliding in and out of her tight heat, my fingers sliding between her thighs to tease her clit.
And then her eyes flutter open.
Her breath catches, her body tensing beneath me. "Flynn?"