Chapter 9
NINE
SADIE
Sunlight filters softly through the curtains, painting warm stripes across the bed.
I wake slowly, cocooned in heat and the steady rhythm of Thorne’s breathing.
His arm lies heavy across my waist, one large hand splayed possessively over my stomach.
My back presses flush against his chest, skin to skin, and the solid length of his body curves around mine like a shield.
I have never woken up like this. Never felt so completely held.
I shift a little, testing the ache between my legs.
There is a pleasant soreness, a reminder of last night, of the way he took his time and made my first time something gentle and overwhelming all at once.
Heat blooms in my cheeks at the memory. Thorne stirs behind me, his breath brushing the nape of my neck.
“Morning, baby girl,” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. His hand tightens slightly on my belly. “You sore?”
I nod against the pillow. “A little. But it feels good.”
He presses a slow kiss just below my ear. “Good. Means you remember who you belong to now.” He rolls away for a moment, the mattress dipping, then returns. “Stay right here. I’m going to run you a hot bath. It’ll help with the soreness.”
I watch him rise, completely naked, muscles shifting under tanned skin as he crosses the room.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, powerful thighs.
The sight makes my mouth go dry. He disappears into the bathroom and I hear the rush of water filling the tub.
Steam begins to drift through the open doorway.
A few minutes later he returns and scoops me up without warning, quilt and all.
I let out a surprised laugh as he carries me into the bathroom.
The tub is large, already half full, and the air smells faintly of something clean and woodsy.
He sets me on the edge, peels the quilt away, and helps me step in.
The water is the perfect temperature, hot enough to sink into my muscles but not enough to burn.
Thorne kneels beside the tub. He takes a soft cloth, wets it, and begins washing me with careful strokes.
He starts at my shoulders, sliding the cloth down my arms, then across my collarbone.
His touch is gentle yet sure. When he reaches my breasts he lingers, circling each nipple until they tighten under the warm fabric.
I bite my lip, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.
“Lean back,” he says quietly.
I do, resting my head against the cool edge of the tub. He washes my stomach, my hips, then slips the cloth between my thighs. The pressure is light but deliberate, cleaning me while also teasing. I gasp softly when the cloth brushes my sensitive clit.
“Easy,” he murmurs. “Just taking care of my girl.”
He rinses me thoroughly, then stands and strips off the towel he had wrapped around his waist. His cock is already hard, thick and heavy.
He steps into the tub behind me, lowering himself so I sit nestled between his spread thighs.
His chest presses to my back, arms coming around me to pull me closer. Water sloshes gently as he settles.
I lean into him, feeling the hard length of him nestled against my lower back. His hands roam over my wet skin, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks. One hand slides down between my legs, fingers stroking me open again.
“You feel that?” he asks, voice low against my ear. “So soft and slick already. Your little pussy is greedy for Daddy, isn’t it?”
The word hits me like a spark. No one has ever spoken to me like this. The rough, possessive tone sends a shiver through me even though the water is hot. I nod, unable to form words.
“Tell me,” he prompts, circling my clit with two fingers. “Tell Daddy how much you want it.”
“I want it,” I whisper, voice trembling. “I want you.”
He makes a pleased sound and presses a kiss to the side of my neck. “Good girl. You’re going to take my cock again. Nice and slow in this tub until you’re shaking and coming all over me.”
He lifts me slightly, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance.
I feel the blunt pressure, then the slow, inexorable stretch as he lowers me onto him.
The water makes everything slicker. I moan as he fills me, the angle different, deeper.
He holds me steady, one arm banded across my chest, the other guiding my hips.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans. “Taking every inch like you were made for it. Such a good girl for Daddy.”
The dirty words send fresh arousal flooding through me. I’ve never heard a man talk this way, never imagined it would make me ache like this. My inner walls clench around him and he chuckles darkly.
“You like when I talk dirty to you, baby girl? Like hearing how hard you make me? How I’m going to fuck this sweet pussy until you can’t walk straight?”
“Yes,” I breathe. The admission comes easier than I expect. “I like it.”
He moves, slow rolls of his hips that lift me and bring me back down. Water laps at my breasts with every thrust. His free hand finds my clit again, rubbing firm circles while he fills me over and over.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear. “Sitting on Daddy’s cock in the bath like a perfect little slut for me. So wet and eager. You going to come for me again? Milk me dry with that tight cunt?”
The crude words should shock me, but instead they push me higher. Pleasure builds fast, coiling tight in my core. I rock back against him, chasing the sensation. He groans and picks up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper, the water splashing over the edge of the tub.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Ride me. Show me how bad you need it. This pussy belongs to me now. Say it.”
“It belongs to you,” I gasp. “Only you.”
“Damn right.” His fingers move faster on my clit. “Come on, baby girl. Come all over Daddy’s cock. Let me feel it.”
The orgasm crashes over me without warning, sharp and bright. I cry out, body shaking, inner muscles pulsing around him. He keeps thrusting through it, drawing it out until I’m limp and trembling against his chest.
He doesn’t stop. He lifts me off him, turns me around so I face him, then pulls me back down onto his cock. Straddling him now, water swirling around us, I brace my hands on his shoulders. His eyes lock on mine, dark with hunger.
“Ride me,” he orders softly. “Slow at first. I want to watch your face while you take every inch.”
I do as he says, rising and sinking onto him in deliberate strokes. The new angle hits deeper. His hands grip my hips, guiding me, thumbs pressing into my skin. He watches me with intense focus, gaze dropping to where we join, then back to my face.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Look at you bouncing on Daddy’s dick. So pretty when you’re stuffed full. You going to let me fill you up again? Pump you full until it drips out of you?”
The filthy promise makes me clench around him. I move faster, water splashing rhythmically. He leans forward and captures one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his hips thrust up to meet me. Pleasure sparks everywhere at once.
“I’m close again,” I whimper.
“I know. I can feel you squeezing me.” He releases my breast and grips my chin, forcing my eyes to his. “Come with me this time. I want to feel that pussy come while I empty inside you.”
His words tip me over the edge. The second orgasm is deeper, rolling through me in long waves. Thorne groans loud, hips snapping up as he follows me, pulsing hot inside me. We cling to each other, breathing hard, water cooling around us.
After a long moment he kisses me softly, slow and sweet, the intensity giving way to tenderness. He strokes my back, my hair, murmuring praise against my lips. “Such a good girl. Took me so well. Made Daddy feel so fucking good.”
He helps me out of the tub, dries me with a thick towel, and carries me back to bed. We lie tangled together under fresh sheets, his arms wrapped around me once more. The soreness is still there, but it feels different now. Claimed. Cherished.
I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. For the first time in longer than I can remember, the future doesn’t feel terrifying. It feels possible.
Thorne presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Rest, baby girl. I have you.”
And I believe him.