5. Willa
WILLA
"Maybe a finger, but only when I'm about to come. Not your whole dick or anything. I like a little spike of pain to get me there, but not that kind." Our hands were clasped together as we walked.
Troy chuckled and squeezed my hand, which was conveniently attached to his. “Got it. No dick in the butt. But possibly a guest appearance by a finger when the moment is right?”
“See, you get me.” I swung our arms between us. “And you know I’m good with basically everything else.”
“I mean, you’ve already peed on me. What’s left?” He was smiling with a lightness that I rarely saw from him. He wasn’t the giggly type but he’d been almost giddy since we woke up this morning. I guess I had been too.
“Excuse me, but that was totally your fault. I told you I couldn’t wait and you were very slow with the diaper that time.” I waved my finger at him. “When I say something is happening now, I mean now!”
He leaned over and kissed the side of my head. “Got it. Now means now. And for the record, my butt is off limits too, except in the most extreme of circumstances. Maybe a pinky, if you buy me dinner first.”
I pretended to scandalized, but fuck, that sounded fun. Kylie was a bit prudish, so I had a feeling they didn’t get too experimental. “I’ll buy you a car if you let me play with everything.”
He kept squeezing my hand, running his thumb over the back in little lazy strokes that made it hard to focus on anything except how much I wanted to drag him under the nearest shrub and blow him until the geese started clapping.
The path through the park was quiet but people passed us now and then.
I rested my cheek on his bicep and looked at his big hand wrapped around my smaller one.
How would that feel wrapped around my throat?
Or spanking the absolute shit out of me.
“No car necessary, but you definitely have free rein to explore.”
We were still talking about limits, mostly because he insisted we get them all out in the open before things “escalated” back at my house.
It was adorable that he wanted to keep me in my “grownup headspace” for this conversation, but it was unnecessary and we both knew it.
We’d played together enough that he knew my limits.
I think the real reason he was stalling was because he was scared he’d break me if he got too carried away.
He didn’t need to worry about that. I’d spent the last three years with hookups who thought a pillow over the face and a little hair pulling made them Christian Grey.
I was more than ready to see Daddy Troy unhinged. If he truly wanted a wild thing, I was up for the task.
We stopped at a bench and took a seat. “What about hitting?” I turned with one bent knee between us so I could look him straight on.
“How hard are you comfortable with…because I’m actually kinda curious about canes and straps.
I just haven’t been with someone I trusted to not cover me with bruises. ”
“You’re a smart girl.” Troy’s voice was low but his pupils were big.
“I haven’t gone beyond paddles and crops, but I’m open to trying some of the harder stuff if that’s something you want to explore.
I promise to always put your safety and well-being first, no matter what. So we’ll need to work up to that.”
I could feel the heat in my face, and it wasn’t just because the sun was beating down on us. “I trust you, Troy. Completely. With everything.”
“You’re still good with the traffic light system?”
I didn’t expect to need a safeword with Troy but he was old fashioned, apparently. But that didn’t mean I was going to make it easy for him. “Yes. Green means good, yellow means slow down, red means I’m way past my comfort zone and about to pass out.”
His eyes narrowed and he pulled back. “What the fuck, Willa. You better be joking.”
I tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Geez Louise. Relax before your brain explodes. I’m kidding. Red means I want you to stop…before I’m past my comfort zone. There, are you happy?”
He shook out his head like he needed to clear away the fear he’d just felt.
“Do you promise you’ll safeword before we ever get too far?
That’s a hard limit for me, Willa. I won’t intentionally hurt you, but you have to be honest with me, especially if you want me to go rougher than either of us has experienced before. ”
Ugh, he was so dramatic sometimes. “Yeah, I promise. And you know I’m mostly talk. When it comes down to it, I just want to know you care.” I looked at a family of geese waddling past us. “Just a finger, remember?”
I watched his ears turn red, and then scooted closer to him so we were hip to hip. “So what’s your red, then?” I wanted to keep things light so I trailed my finger down his spine and ass until it was stopped by the seat of the bench. “Besides butt stuff.”
He thought about it for a moment with his arm around my back. “Needles, blood, anything medical. I have to get my blood drawn lying down or I pass out. Although…that doesn’t include period blood. I’m cool with that.”
I went from a little wet to gushing. “Say less or I’m gonna jump you right on this bench.”
He didn’t let me finish. “Now you’re the one threatening me with a good time.”
I cocked my head. “Is this one of those things that you’re allowed to tease me with?”
“Maybe.” He just shrugged. “Let’s head back.”
We reached the little arched bridge over the duck pond, when something struck me as odd. I stopped and pulled him to a halt beside me. “You know what’s weird?”
“What?” He placed his hands on my hips and lined me up with him so he could look right at me.
“We’ve talked about you paddling my ass until I cry, but you haven’t even kissed me yet. Not a real kiss.” I fixed him with my best you’re-in-trouble stare. “Are you waiting for me to beg?”
“I do enjoy some genuine begging.” He took a deep breath, then gently cupped my cheek with one hand as he stared into my eyes. “May I kiss you now, Willa Rose?”
I’d never heard my own name sound so much like a prayer. “Yes, Daddy.”
Troy leaned in slowly, and as our mouths just barely touched, my eyes drifted shut and every nerve ending in my body was focused on my lips as he finally kissed me for real.
For. Fucking. Real.
He started off soft at first, careful pressing his full lips over mine, but then he tugged me closer and all bets were off.
I could taste the coffee on his tongue and knew how hard he was trying not to devour me on the spot. My hands tangled in his shirt as I clung to him like I might float away if I let go.
Note to self: never let go.
A low growl rumbled in his chest before he caught himself and pulled back. “Jesus Christ, Willa.”
I bit his lower lip. “You’re the one who waited so long to do that. Jesus Christ, yourself.”
He kissed me again, and this time it was messy and desperate.
I vaguely heard a woman on the other side of the bridge make some comment about us being in a family park, but I didn’t care. I was too busy mapping out every inch of Daddy’s warm mouth. She could leave if she wanted to but I had no intention of ever stopping.
At least until my lungs went into survival mode and made me pull back for air. “We have to get home, before we get arrested for lewd behavior in public.”
He laughed, but his pupils were so blown out he looked half-feral. “I’m not sure I can walk like this.”
I looked pointedly at his jeans, and the beautiful hard cock I’d only felt through fabric was trying to break free. “That sounds like a you problem, Daddy. All I did was give you a little kiss. If you can’t control the beast, maybe you need to give it what it wants.”
He smacked my ass through my leggings. “You know that sassy girls get spankings, right?”
“I sure as fuck hope so.” That wasn’t an exaggeration. After everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, I needed a big release. More than just an orgasm or two. I needed to hurt and cry. In that order.
We started walking again, and this time, we didn’t even try to keep our hands to ourselves. My face hurt from smiling, and I couldn’t remember ever feeling so happy. Happy wasn’t one of my natural states. Annoyed. Tired. Frustrated. Fake. Those were my go-to emotions.
Happy was new.
Happy was different.
Happy was…Daddy.