Chapter 6
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Lilah
I've been perfect all day, following every rule to the letter.
Ate breakfast with Geoff - eggs and toast and fruit that he cooked while I watched.
Had an actual lunch between classes - the sandwich and salad that he packed for me this morning with a note that said "Be good.
" Now we're heading to John and Bunny's for dinner, and if I can survive meeting all of Geoff's friends without dying of nervousness, I'm getting my reward after.
"Stop fidgeting," Geoff says, one hand on my thigh as he drives, his touch warm and grounding.
"I'm not fidgeting."
"You've adjusted your dress three times in two minutes." There's amusement in his voice, not criticism.
I smooth the soft pink sundress he picked out this morning, laid out on the bed with matching underwear and shoes like he's been doing for the past week. "What if they don't like me?"
"They'll love you. And if they don't, we leave immediately." He squeezes my thigh reassuringly. "But they will. Stop worrying."
John and Bunny's place is above her candy shop on Main Street, and the entire building smells like chocolate and sugar, sweet and overwhelming and perfect. Bunny answers the door in a pink apron covered in hearts, her blonde hair in space buns that somehow look adorable instead of ridiculous.
"You're here!" She immediately pulls me into a hug like we're old friends instead of strangers. "I'm Bunny! You're Lilah! Your studio is so cute! I've been meaning to try yoga but I'm terrible at it and—"
"Bunny, let her breathe," John says from behind her, his voice affectionate despite the command. He's huge and gruff and has the same protective energy as Geoff, the same way of taking up space. He nods at me. "Good to meet you properly, Lilah."
Inside, the apartment is exactly what I expected from Bunny - pink everywhere, fairy lights strung across the ceiling, stuffed animals on every surface. But it's also warm and lived-in and happy in a way that makes me instantly relax.
Marshall and Charlie arrive next, and Charlie is quiet and sweet, carrying a stack of books like she can't go anywhere without them. Marshall watches her with the same intense focus Geoff uses on me, that same protective hovering that somehow doesn't feel oppressive.
Rex and Daisy show up last, with Daisy carrying two foster kittens in a carrier that she starts apologizing profusely for bringing until Rex cuts her off with a single look.
"No apologizing," he says firmly, and she closes her mouth immediately, then smiles at me. "Hi! I'm Daisy. I work at the vet clinic. Rex says you're a yoga instructor?"
"And physical therapist," Geoff adds before I can answer, his hand settling on my lower back in that possessive way that makes me feel claimed and protected. "She's going back to school for it in the fall."
"I am?" I look up at him with surprise, because this is the first I'm hearing of this plan.
"You are. We'll discuss the details later." His tone makes it clear this isn't up for debate, and I should probably be annoyed that he's making decisions about my education without consulting me first.
Instead, I feel that familiar relief washing over me - someone else handling the hard decisions, someone else seeing potential in me that I can't see in myself.
Dinner is casual and easy, the conversation flowing naturally.
The men gravitate to one side of the living room, discussing some construction project in deep, serious tones.
The women end up in Bunny's kitchen while she plates dessert, and it feels comfortable and natural despite us barely knowing each other.
"These cookies are amazing, Lilah!" Daisy exclaims after taking a bite.
"Thanks. I make them every week." The admission makes me sound domestic and devoted, and I wait for judgment that doesn't come.
Bunny smiles at that, and something knowing passes between us, an understanding that requires no words. Charlie catches it too, her eyes flickering between us with recognition. We don't say anything explicit, but there's understanding in the air thick enough to touch.
From the living room, Geoff's voice carries clearly: "Lilah, what time is it?"
I check my phone, already knowing what's coming. "Eight-thirty."
"Bedtime's in an hour and a half. Start wrapping up."
The other men don't react at all, like this is completely normal behavior. The women share a quick glance and a small smile that speaks volumes without saying anything.
"We should do this again," Bunny says simply, her eyes warm and knowing.
"I'd like that," I admit, and I mean it more than she probably realizes.
Later, driving back to Geoff's cabin, I'm quiet as I process the evening and everything it revealed.
"You okay?" he asks, glancing over at me in the darkness of the truck.
"Yeah. They're really nice. All of them."
"Told you they would be." He squeezes my hand where it rests on the console between us. "You were good today, little girl. Ate all your meals, followed all the rules perfectly."
My stomach flips at the reminder, arousal flooding through me. "Do I get my reward now?"
"Eager little thing." But he's smiling, and there's heat in his eyes when he glances at me. "Yes. You get your reward."
Anticipation builds with every step from the truck to the door, my heart racing and my skin tingling with awareness.
He doesn't give me time to be nervous or second-guess anything.
Just pulls me inside the moment the door closes, kisses me deep and claiming, his hands already moving over my body with purpose and possession.
"Upstairs," he orders against my mouth. "Strip. Get on the bed and wait for me."
I practically run up the stairs, my breath coming fast. I strip out of my dress and underwear with shaking hands, letting the clothes pool on the floor. Climb onto his bed and wait, my body thrumming with need and anticipation.
He takes his time coming up, and I can hear him moving around downstairs, deliberately drawing out the anticipation.
When he finally enters the bedroom, he's already shirtless, and I can see the scars from his injuries - puckered skin on his back and shoulder, evidence of his brokenness that somehow makes him more beautiful to me, more real.
"Look at you." He stalks toward the bed with predatory grace. "My perfect little girl, all naked and waiting for Daddy."
"Please," I breathe, already desperate.
"Please what? Use your words."
"Please touch me. Please make me yours. Please, Daddy."
He climbs onto the bed and cages me beneath him, his weight and heat overwhelming in the best way. "But first, I need to know you're sure. Once I claim you like this, you're mine. Completely. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'm sure. I want to be yours."
"Good girl."
He kisses down my body, worshipping every inch. My neck, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. When he settles between my legs, I'm already trembling.
"Still frustrated from yesterday?" he asks, breath hot against my center.
"Yes! So frustrated, Daddy, please."
"Then let's fix that."
He devours me. Tongue and fingers working together, no teasing this time. Just pure pleasure designed to make me fall apart. I'm so wound up from yesterday's denial that I'm close embarrassingly fast.
"Can I come? Please, Daddy?"
"Come for me, little girl. Let me taste it."
I shatter, crying out his name. He works me through it, then keeps going. Brings me right back up to the edge.
"Again," he orders. "Give me another one."
He curls his fingers inside me. It’s so intense. The pressure builds in a way I've never felt before, almost scary in its intensity.
"Daddy, wait—something's wrong—I feel—"
"Nothing's wrong. You're safe. Let go for me. Trust Daddy."
The pressure breaks and I come with a force that shocks me, wetness gushing over his hand. I cry out, half pleasure and half surprise, my body doing something it's never done before.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Shh." He kisses my thigh, his voice full of awe. "Don't apologize. That was perfect. You're perfect. Never done that before, have you?"
"No, I—I didn't know I could—"
"Because you've never trusted anyone enough to let go completely." He works me gently through the aftershocks. "But you trust Daddy. Don't you, little girl?"
"Yes," I breathe, tears pricking my eyes from the vulnerability of it. "Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl. My perfect, trusting girl." He keeps going, coaxing one more squirting orgasm from my oversensitive body until I'm boneless and shaking.
"Think you can take Daddy's cock now?" He's stripping off his jeans, and oh god, he's huge.
"Yes, Daddy."
He positions himself at my entrance. "This might hurt at first. Tell me if it's too much."
"I trust you."
He pushes in slowly, watching my face. The stretch is intense, bordering on too much, but also perfect.
"Fuck, Lilah. So tight. So perfect." He stays still, letting me adjust. "You okay?"
"So okay. Please move, Daddy. Need you to move."
He starts with slow, deep thrusts. His hands are everywhere - in my hair, on my breasts, gripping my hips.
"Mine," he growls. "My little girl. My perfect girl."
"Yours, Daddy. All yours."
He increases the pace, fucking me harder. The bed creaks. His back muscles flex with each thrust. I can see the scars moving, proof that he's healed. That we've healed each other.
"Touch yourself," he orders. "Make yourself come on Daddy's cock."
I reach between us, fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation is almost too much.
"That's it. Good girl. So good for me."
"Daddy, I'm close!"
"Wait for me. We come together. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Daddy!"
He fucks me harder, faster. I'm right on the edge, holding back, waiting for permission.
"Now," he growls. "Come now."
I explode, clenching around him. He follows immediately, groaning my name, filling me with his release.
We collapse together, both shaking and sweaty and perfect. Then, he pulls me against his chest. "You’re mine now, Lilah. Really mine."
"Always was," I mumble against his skin. "From the first day you told me to stop apologizing."
"Little girl who needed structure."
"Broken man who needed purpose."
"Not broken anymore." He tips my chin up. "You fixed me."
"You fixed me too."
We lie there in comfortable silence. Eventually, I ask, "Did you really decide I'm going back to school without asking me first?"
"Yes. You're too good at physical therapy to waste it. I'll handle the studio while you're in class. You'll finish your degree. You'll stop letting that asshole professor's words define you."
"What if I fail?"
"You won't. Because you have me now. And I don't let my little girl fail at things she's capable of doing."
The certainty in his voice makes my eyes sting. "Thank you, Daddy."
"For what?"
"For believing in me. For seeing what I needed. For not letting me people-please myself into oblivion."
"That's what Daddies do. Take care of their little girls." He kisses my forehead. "Now sleep. You have class at ten tomorrow."
"Yes, Daddy."
I fall asleep in his arms, safe and claimed and whole.
Six Months Later
"You're late," Geoff says when I rush into the cabin after my evening class, his voice calm but firm from where he's sitting on the couch.
"I know! I'm sorry! There was a new student who needed extra help with her form and I couldn't just leave her struggling."
"Lilah." He's sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, and I know that look. "What's rule number two?"
I check my watch and my stomach sinks. It's 10:17. "Bedtime by ten on work nights."
"And you texted me at 9:45 saying you'd be home by ten." He stands and walks toward me with deliberate slowness.
"I know, but she really needed help and I thought I could make it quick but then she had questions and—"
"Did you tell her you had to leave?" He's in front of me now, and I have to tilt my head back to see his face.
I bite my lip, already knowing this answer won't help me. "No."
"So you put a stranger's wants ahead of your own needs. Again." He cups my face, but there's steel beneath the gentleness. "You know what happens when you break rules."
My stomach flips with a mixture of anxiety and arousal. "Yes, Daddy."
"Good. Because we're not done working on this yet. Might never be done." He brushes his thumb across my cheekbone. "But you're getting better. Six months ago, you'd have stayed until midnight and not even realized it was a problem."
"Progress?" I ask hopefully.
"Progress." He kisses me, soft and quick. "Now get upstairs. You're still getting a punishment, but I'll go easy since you at least texted to let me know you'd be late."
I head for the stairs, then pause with my hand on the railing. "Geoff? I got my midterm grades back today."
"And?" He's watching me with that intense focus that makes me feel seen.
"All A's."
His face transforms completely, pride and possessiveness and love all mixed together in an expression that makes my chest tight. "That's my girl. My smart, perfect girl." He grabs my hand and pulls me back toward him. "Changed my mind. Reward first, then punishment. Upstairs. Now."
I laugh, running up the stairs with him right behind me, both of us breathless and happy.
Some things never change. I'll always struggle with boundaries, and he'll always struggle with pain. But we have each other now, and that makes all the difference.
THE END