Charming Colton (Surrender Book 8)

by Becca Jameson

  “Do you think I left that spoon on the floor for my health, baby? Spread your legs.”

  I tremble as I do as I’m told, already sliding deep into my little space. It’s amazing how he manages me. Amazing and wonderful. I’m scared out of my mind.

  Chapter 28

  Colton

  I need this timeout almost as much as Eve. I need the time to get my head on straight. Or at least as straight as possible under the circumstances.

  She loves me.

  I can’t stop grinning when I remind myself of that fact.

  I love her too.

  And I can’t stop panicking when I remind myself of that fact.

  I don’t know what we do now. Where we go from here. I can’t see a path for us. But I wasn’t kidding. For now, we have to worry about only one thing, making sure Eve has a future. Nothing else matters if I can’t protect her.

  I pace slowly while she stands very still, exactly as I’ve instructed her. She’s one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen when she is in heels, a pencil skirt, and a professional blouse. But damn, she’s just as sexy when she’s in panties and a tank top. Her most comfortable little attire.

  And I’m the lucky bastard who gets to love both sides of her.

  She has her arms tucked up against her chest right now, but I don’t care. She needs the comfort of being able to hug herself. It would have been cruel to insist she clasp her hands behind her back. It’s enough that her feet are wide.

  I know she’ll be very young and vulnerable after I spank her. She’ll need a long session of cuddling and aftercare. I’m up for it. I can’t wait to hold her in my lap and rock her while she recovers.

  But first, she needs to be spanked harder and longer than I’ve done so far. It’s cleansing to her. I get it now. It’s cathartic.

  I’m ready.

  “Eve, baby. You can come out of the corner now.”

  She turns away slowly and takes her time coming to me.

  I take her hand and lead her into the living room where I sit in the middle of the couch and pull her between my legs. She meets my gaze. “You feel better after having some time alone, baby?”

  She nods. “Yes, Sir.”

  “But you’ll feel even better after you get your bottom spanked, won’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She flushes.

  I love that it embarrasses her to voice her needs. It’s part of the process. “Tell Daddy what you need, baby.”

  “I need you to spank me, Daddy, so that I’ll feel better. Make all the icky bad feelings go away.”

  I cup her face. “Okay, baby.” I lean down and pull her panties off. I don’t want them around her knees. I want her to be able to spread her legs wide. When I guide her to one side of me, she whimpers. It’s expected. She’s also shaking a bit as I lower her over my lap.

  I consider removing her shirt but decide against it. She’s going to be aroused enough without the extra exposure, plus I can still toy with her nipples through the thin cotton if I want.

  I palm her naked bottom. It’s so pretty. So perfect. Smooth. Flawless. It will look even more delectable after I pepper it until it’s hot and pink. “Give me your hands, baby.”

  She reaches behind her back and I clasp her wrists in one hand at the small of her back.

  As I palm her bottom, I continue instructing her. “I want your knees parted, Eve. Wide enough that I’m certain you aren’t able to get yourself off from rubbing your clit on your own. If you disobey me and pull your thighs together, I will flip you over, part your knees, and swat your clit, understood?”

  She gasps. “Yes, Sir.”

  “What are you going to do then?”

  “Keep my legs parted, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  “Are you wet, Eve?”

  She nods against me.

  “Words, baby.” I want her deep in her space.

  “I’m so wet, Daddy. My pussy aches.”

  I know my cock does. Glad I’m not alone. “Good. You don’t have permission to come while I’m spanking you. I decide when and if you get to come, understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” It’s time. I lift my hand and give her the first round of swats, peppering her all over without enough pressure to do more than warm her up.

  She moans and squirms a bit on my lap, trying to get comfortable. That’s okay.

  “May I continue?” I ask.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Damn, her bottom is pretty as it turns a darker pink. I love the feel of her skin warming under my palm as I spank her, hitting the sweet spot at the juncture of her thighs intermittently.

  She’s panting and wiggling when I pause to rub her bottom again. “Feel better, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice is soft. She’s sliding into subspace.

  “One more round? A little harder?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I hold her tighter and nudge her knees farther apart before I resume spanking her bottom and her upper thighs. I keep it up until she starts whimpering and squirming more consistently.

  The moment I stop spanking her, I reach between her legs and find her soaked pussy. When I thrust a finger into her, she cries out. She’s so close to coming. I love that I did this to her.

  I continue to hold her down across my lap while I finger her, thrusting in and out of her soaked channel while teasing her clit with every pass.

  Her legs start shaking, and she arches her chest upward on a low moan. “Colton…”

  “That’s it, baby. Let it feel good. Come on Daddy’s fingers.”

  She goes completely rigid at that command, her orgasm consuming her a moment later. The pulses of her release make my cock harder than it’s been all day. I need to be inside her, but I need to make sure she’s okay first.

  As her orgasm subsides, I release her wrists and carefully turn her around so that I’m cradling her in my lap.

  She grabs onto my shirt with her fist and holds on tight as her labored breathing slowly ebbs. When she eventually tips her head back to look at me, her eyes are clear, and I know she’s no longer in a deep subspace. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “You’re welcome, baby.” It warms my heart to see her sated and relaxed.

  She bites her bottom lip. “Would you mind if I…”

  I cock my head to one side. I have no idea what she’s about to say. “If you what, baby?”

  “Could I suck your cock, Sir?”

  A slow smile spreads across my face. “Is that what you want, baby?” How often has a woman asked me if she could suck me? I’m going with never. My dick is suddenly ten times harder.

  She nods. “I really really want to taste you.”

  “Then by all means.” I release her and hold out both arms as if to indicate there is no way I would interfere with such a suggestion.

  She slides down between my legs and goes to work unfastening my jeans.

  While she does so, I lean over and pull her shirt off. If she’s going to give me a blow job, I want to see her naked tits bouncing with the effort.

  Eve is very cautious as she releases my cock. When I lift my hips and tug my jeans down to my thighs, she touches me very tentatively and then blinks up at me and gives me an embarrassed grin.

  I start to speak, but then realize she’s little. She’s in a role. She’s in a headspace of innocence and awe. I won’t interrupt her, but I find it fascinating how she can have sex with me in either persona.

  When she flicks out her tongue to taste the precome on the head of my dick, I lose a piece of myself to her. This woman fucking owns me. It may be the other way around in her mind, but the truth is that she owns me. Hands down.

  Every move she makes heightens my arousal. I can’t take my eyes off this precious woman who is licking my dick and palming it like she’s never seen one before. Like she hasn’t seen mine before either. It’s fucking hot.

  I groan the first time she covers the tip with her lips and sucks me into her warmth. I’ve
never been this close to orgasm with so little stimulation. Her every movement is tentative and naïve. Gentle.

  She glances up at me every few moments as if asking me if she’s “doing it right.” I stroke her hair gently and convey just how precisely right she’s “doing it” with my eyes and my ragged breaths.

  She resumes, increasing her efforts until I can’t hold back another minute. I cup her face. “I’m going to come, baby. If you keep that up, you’ll be swallowing.”

  She hums around my cock and draws it in deeper, so deep that my eyes roll back and I lose the battle. My orgasm slams into me, and my God does it feel good when Eve swallows over and over, stimulating my cock even more as she does so.

  I’m gasping for air when she finally pulls back. She licks her lips and kisses my dick before climbing up onto my lap and straddling me. Her hands come to my shoulders.

  I’m still hard, and her rubbing her pussy over my cock doesn’t help.

  “Ride me, baby,” I tell her. I reach between us and line my erection up with her pussy.

  She lowers over me slowly, her head tipping back and her mouth dropping open as she does so.

  I grip her hips, mesmerized by her every movement. She’s so fucking sexy bobbing on and off me. Her tits jiggling. Her back arched. Her pink lips wet from licking them.

  She’s so gorgeous. Every inch of her. Both sides of her. Emotions well up inside me as I stare at her. There’s no way I can come again so soon, but I can stay hard while she rides me. And it feels amazing. I might decide I enjoy fucking her after I’ve come even more than before. I get to enjoy the show because I’m not up inside my head.

  I slide my hands up and cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples, then pinching them as she moans. The tight pink tips are enticing, and I slide one hand to her back and steady her for a moment so I can suckle her.

  She squirms against me. “Colton…”

  I know she wants me to let her come, and I will, but I can’t resist tasting her sweet tits first. I know she’s enjoying it too. After a minute I switch to her other nipple, treating it to the same seduction.

  Eve grips my shoulders and whimpers. “Please, Sir…”

  I finally release her breast. “Go ahead, baby. Make yourself come on my cock.”

  She resumes lifting and lowering over me, her thighs tight from the exertion.

  When I see her breaths coming more infrequently and her face softening, I know she’s close. That’s when I slip a hand between us and find her clit. “Come for me, Eve.”

  She’s such a good obedient sub. Her pussy grips my cock as her release takes over, and I watch every single second.

  Chapter 29

  Evelyn

  The rest of the weekend can only be described as amazing and relaxing. I spend most of my time little because, in my little space, I worry less. Daddy spends most of his time on the phone and looking out the windows. He doesn’t say a word to me about the imminent threat to my life because there’s no need. He’s handling it, and he worries enough for the both of us.

  On Monday morning, I have to go back to work, and I’m not enthusiastic, to say the least. I shower and dress in the skirt and blouse that make me feel the most powerful and in control.

  Colt jumps in the shower after me.

  I’m in the kitchen making a cup of coffee for Colt when he emerges from the hallway, and I nearly drop the mug. My eyes bug out and I’m at a loss for words. The only reason I know my mouth is hanging open is because Colt smirks when he reaches me and subtly lifts my bottom jaw. “You’re drooling.” He takes the coffee from my hand, sips it, and sets it on the counter.

  “You’re wearing a suit.”

  He shrugs as if this is no big deal. I was aware that Davis went to his apartment and dropped off more clothes here yesterday, but I hadn’t thought much about what clothes those would be.

  My man—at least for the time being—is wearing black dress pants, black dress shoes, a lavender shirt, and a black tie. So, yeah, I’m drooling. He’s clean-shaven too.

  He glances down and smooths his hand over his tie. “This okay? I thought maybe the purple was a bit much.”

  I stare at him before shaking myself out of whatever place I’ve gone to. “It’s…” I grab him by the tie and drag his face down to mine. I don’t give a fuck that I’m going to have to redo my lipstick, nor that I’m getting it all over him. I need to kiss him like I need my next breath.

  He’s smirking again when I release my death grip on his tie. “If I’d known how you’d react to a tie, I’d have worn it all last week too.”

  My gaze goes down his body and back up again. “Damn.”

  His hand slides behind my back to rest just above my ass. “You’re going to have to come up with more vocabulary before we get to your office or people will think you’ve had a small stroke.”

  “How am I going to get any work done with you hanging around looking good enough to eat?”

  He lifts a brow. “You could eat me now before we leave and get it out of your system.” He’s joking, but I consider the offer anyway. He laughs as he sets me back a few inches and reaches for the coffee again. “I promise to stand outside your office out of your line of sight if it will help.”

  I shake my head. “Not a chance. There are several single women working in my office. They’d spend the entire day hitting on you, and I’d have to kill them.”

  He shrugs. “I’ll stand wherever you want, baby.”

  I shiver. “Could you do me a favor and not call me baby when I’m in full-on adult mode? It’s jarring for some reason.”

  “Okay. Done. Anything else?”

  “Not that I can think of. Just don’t…dominate me.”

  “I’ll do my best.” He cups my face. “If I say or do anything that doesn’t work for you, just let me know, okay?”

  “Yes.”

  He kisses me again and then turns me around and aims me toward the hallway. “Go fix your lipstick.”

  I groan as I do as instructed.

  An hour later, we walk into my office building and take the elevator to my floor. We’ve gone over what we’re going to say several times. In addition, I called my boss at home yesterday to give him a heads up. He was extremely sympathetic and concerned. I know from our conversation that he sent out an inner-office email to the top partners, alerting them to the situation.

  When we step out of the elevator, no one is around yet. I’ve intentionally arrived early to avoid answering twenty questions before my first cup of coffee, and thank God I manage to snag a cup and make it back to my office before the first person stops by.

  Luckily, it’s Lacy. She’s already talking as she enters. “You’re bright and early this morning. How was your—” She stops talking mid-sentence when she sees Colt standing in my office. He’s leaning casually against the wall near the window, one ankle crossed over the other.

  He gives her a winning smile and shoves off the wall. “You must be Lacy.” He extends a hand.

  Lacy’s mouth is hanging open and her eyes are as wide as I imagine mine were earlier this morning. It takes her a moment to clear her throat and find her voice. “Are you the guy I saw kissing Eve the other morning?”

  He chuckles. “Lucky for Eve, yes. What if I wasn’t?” He glances at me. “Imagine explaining that.”

  Lacy’s face flushes. It’s so unlike her. Then she laughs, nervously. “Yeah, Eve doesn’t date even one guy, let alone two, so…” She clamps her mouth closed and palms her forehead. “I’ll shut up now.” She turns to me. “Is it bring-a-hot-hunk-to-work day? I missed the memo.”

  I glance at Colt, but he gestures for me to explain myself however I choose. I look back at Lacy. “Actually, here’s the thing…” I rub my temples. What I’m about to say sounds absurd. “So, it turns out someone has been calling into the police tip line with an anonymous threat against me. Colt was assigned to keep me safe. And then, well, you can guess the rest.”

  Her face is priceless. “You— I mean—
Oh, my God. You—”

  Colt chuckles. I can’t blame him.

  I shrug. “Hot guy shows up to protect you. Whatcha gonna do?”

  Lacy glances back and forth before sighing dramatically. “I’m calling the cops right now and telling them there is a threat to my life.” She spins around and leaves the room, still chuckling.

  One down.

  The rest of the morning isn’t quite as dramatic. I do have to explain myself to a dozen people, but none of them are as close to me as Lacy, so I don’t elaborate and insinuate I’m sleeping with my bodyguard.

  Most people just assume I hit the undercover cop jackpot and move on. They don’t say this. It’s in their expressions. Especially the women. No one besides Lacy insinuates they saw Colt kissing me the other morning.

  By ten o’clock, my world is almost normal. I’m at my desk. Computer open. Files in front of me. Deep breaths.

  But, Colt is also in the room. He’s sitting at my small conference table, focused on his laptop, staying as quiet as he promised, but he’s still there. I can’t avoid seeing him. And he doesn’t get any less sexy as the minutes tick by.

  If anything, he gets more attractive.

  I love how he is with my coworkers. He lets me tell them our weird story, never interfering. He’s overly polite with each person, endearing the entire office to him. My boss and both of his partners stop by to meet him even.

  Overall, I’d say it’s going better than I could have dreamed. I’m certain several people are suspicious, but they’re not wrong, so how can I blame them?

  The start of my week is far less painful than I expected, and when we get back to my apartment that night, I jump Colt’s bones while he’s still locking the door.

  Fifteen minutes later, we’re still against the door, Colt is breathing heavily, and he grabs my face, meets my gaze, and says, “I’m going to buy some more suits.”

  This is how our week goes. Colt and I settle into a comfortable routine. Shower, dress, work. Undress, fuck against the door, shift gears.

  In the evenings, after I’m beyond satisfied by our antics in the foyer, I change clothes and spend a few hours in my little space. Colt—the champion—takes care of my every need. He’s a God. And it scares me more every day.