His brow furrowed as he frowned. “You’re talking to Hunter,” he said. “And I really was worried. No note, no message. You didn’t even lock the front door behind you. I know you don’t know this about me, but I tend to go into a worry spiral when somebody I care about isn’t where they said they were going to be and I don’t know why.”
The car accident. I felt like such a jerk. “I’m sorry,” I told him. “Obviously, I didn’t think about that.”
“What’s going on?” he asked, and I could hear a lot of emotion in his voice. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted so much to tell him how I was feeling, but I was afraid. The safe thing to do would be to keep things status quo. We could continue playing, as Daddy and Little Girl. I could keep him in my life.
But I couldn’t deny that I wanted more. I would never be able to enjoy our relationship if I couldn’t accept it for what it was. And there was no way this would do for much longer. I would always be wishing for more, wanting more. And I would start hating him for not being able to give it to me.
Being honest might not be the safest route, but it made the most sense. I just didn’t know where to begin.
“I don’t know how to say this . . .,” I started. My voice was shaking, and I felt myself tremble all over.
“You want us to end this, don’t you?” he asked. My eyes shot up from where I’d been staring at his shoes, and I saw fear and dread on his face.
“No,” I said. “That’s not at all what I’m trying to say,” I told him. He looked relieved. That reaction gave me hope, and the idea of honesty wasn’t so scary anymore. Maybe he did care about me as more than just somebody he spanked a few times a week?
“In fact,” I continued, “I was thinking just the opposite.”
“The opposite?” he asked. He sat cross-legged on the ground in front of me.
“Yeah. The opposite of ending it. Of continuing what we have instead. I mean, I don’t know when it happened, but you’ve become a part of my life,” I said. “And it scares the hell out of me, honestly.”
He laughed a little. “Why is that scary?”
“Because this was just supposed to be fun. Right? We weren’t supposed to take it any further than just a few nights a week, playing. That’s it. Isn’t that what we originally talked about?”
He shrugged. “It is, I guess. But . . . life happens. Things happen. Sometimes an arrangement turns out different from what we expected. I never considered things set in stone. I mean, we’re in a relationship. It’s unconventional, but it is a kind of relationship. Things change in a relationship.”
“I never thought . . .,” I said.
“Never thought what?”
“I never thought I’d feel the way I feel,” I told him. “Hunter, this is really hard for me to say. But I think I want more from us. I don’t just want us to meet up a few times a week and play. That’s not enough for me anymore.” I felt my chin trembling, and I struggled not to cry.
“What do you want?” He reached over and took my hands in his own. As soon as he touched me, the tears spilled onto my cheeks.
“I want you,” I said. “I’m sorry if that’s too much for you to hear, or if it’s weird. I know you didn’t sign on for this, but I want you.” I looked at the ground, the tears dripping off my chin and nose.
I felt like I was asking for too much. I already had something so good with him, and now I was ruining it by being selfish. The idea made me cry even harder. I couldn’t take the words back, and I’d spoiled everything. I was such a fool.
“Why are you crying?” he asked. “There’s nothing to cry about.”
“There is!” I said. “I know the sort of pain you’ve been in in the past, and I know this is a really big deal for you. I don’t want to make you feel bad, or guilt you or anything else, but I’m still putting you in this position. I’m always doing things like this. I always ask people for more than they’re able to give me, and I end up pushing them away. It’s always my fault!”
And it was true, I had been asking for more than people were able to give me for most of my life. Friends, boyfriends, even my mother. Ever since my father died, I was needy. I was always wanting too much, and I always ended up disappointed.
And now he would leave me alone. Now that I had been so close to something good in my life, he would leave me alone the way every other man in my life had over the years. I would never find anybody else like him, but I was so selfish that I couldn’t accept our relationship the way it was. I was such a fool.
Still, now that the truth had started to come out, I couldn’t seem to stop it. It was like a weight was being lifted from my chest the more I spoke. I had to get it all out now, especially since I’d probably never see him again.
“It’s more than that, too. You’ve been so helpful to me, and I think I’ve started to rely on that a little too much. You’ve guided me and given me advice, and even taken care of me when I was sick. I think . . . I think I want you to be my Daddy for real. Not just to play with every once in a while. It’s been fun, but . . . I need more.”
The tears flowed harder now. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry if that’s weird, or if it’s too much for you. I’m so sorry. But that’s how I feel.” Now I also felt was embarrassed and humiliated. I had never been so honest, so open with anybody. Not even my best friends. Could I trust him with so much of me?
I looked up at him, and I tried to read his face. There was a lot going on there. I was so afraid that he was disgusted by me now. I looked away from him at the ground. “I’m so ashamed of myself for putting you in this position,” I murmured.
He let go of my hands. I knew it. This was a mistake. I braced myself and got ready to hear him walk away. My tears were about to turn into sobs. Until I felt Hunter’s hands on the sides of my face. He tilted my head up until our eyes met, and I was shocked to see that he was crying, too.
“You’re not pushing me away,” he said with a shaky smile. “I’m not afraid of you. I’m not afraid of us, or of more.”
I felt like I was dreaming. “You’re not?”
“I want you more than anything in the world, Hayley,” he said, his voice soft and low. I thought my heart, which had felt so close to breaking a moment earlier, might explode from happiness now.
“Really?” I asked, smiling through tears that were now caused by the joy I felt instead of fear.
“Yes! I want you as part of my life every day. I want us to be . . . us.” He stroked my face with his thumbs and wiped away the tears there. “Hayley. I love you.”
I was filled with bliss I’d never experienced, even during our most intense moments together. “I love you, too,” I whispered. A smile broke over his face, and he pulled me toward him for a long, lingering kiss. Our very first kiss. It was everything I had hoped for.
When the kiss finished, we sat with our foreheads touching. “So what now?” he asked softly.
“Now?” I asked. “Now you take me home because my butt is freezing on this slide.”
That slow, sexy smile I’d fallen in love with spread across his face. “I can think of ways to warm it up . . .”
When we got back to the house, I hardly let him get through the front door before I attacked him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. I’d been wanting this for weeks.
His arms slid around my waist and held me close as he kissed me back. Our tongues touched, and I felt a thrill run through me. I knew now that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, and I was finally free to unleash everything I’d been holding inside.
I felt his hands on my butt, and he lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. He walked up the stairs like that, with me in his arms, and sat me on the bed. He stood in front of me, and as he unbuttoned his shirt, I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. I ran my hands over his strong, muscled torso. I’d been wanting to touch him like this since I first saw him that night in the club. I ran my tongue over his skin and felt him tremble.
I ran my hand
s over his waist, then pulled his jeans down. I laughed when he struggled to get his shoes off, then took in the sight of his glorious body. I couldn’t believe he was mine.
There was another part of him I’d been dying to touch for weeks, and I worked his jockey shorts down to his ankles. He was erect and waiting for my mouth. I licked my lips and looked up at him, never breaking eye contact as I swirled my tongue around the head. He gasped, throwing his head back. I loved knowing I could please him this way, especially since I’d been waiting so long to do it.
I slowly took him into my mouth, loving the feel and the taste of him. I’d always loved giving head, and to do this to him made it even better. I heard him groan deeply as my mouth slid down his shaft. For once, I was in control, and I relished the feeling as I took my time.
I teased him, loving his reactions. I ran my tongue firmly up and down the underside, then flicked my tongue over the sensitive spot under the head. He shivered and gasped through his teeth, his breath making a hissing noise. I felt myself getting wet just listening to him.
“I’m not gonna be able to hold on much longer,” he murmured, so I reluctantly let him slide out of my mouth and frowned, jokingly, up at him.
“Keep up that attitude, and you’ll get yourself a spanking, young lady,” he growled. I giggled as he pushed me back onto the bed. Immediately, his hands were on me, and I abandoned myself to the feelings he stirred in me. I held on to the back of his head as we kissed, deeply, while he pushed my sweater up over my breasts to fondle me. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues dueling.
He stopped kissing me, moving down to replace the hand on my breasts with his mouth. He pulled one bra cup down, then the other, and lavished attention on my nipples. I almost exploded just from the feeling of having my nipples sucked and nibbled, one at a time.
As he worked on me, I worked on the button and zipper on my jeans, then wriggled out of them. He helped, then caressed my legs while his tongue licked its way down my torso to my navel. I was in heaven.
“You are so good to me,” I murmured, running my hands through his hair. I was already on fire, aching for him, and he drove me higher and higher without so much as grazing my mound with his fingers. Instead, he used the rest of my body as one big erogenous zone, and my skin burned where his lips, fingers and tongue touched me.
I sat up just enough to remove my sweater and bra and pulled him back down on top of me so I could feel his skin against mine. There was such a joy now, feeling him next to me, wrapping my legs around his. I wanted all of him.
“Please,” I moaned, my head thrown back to give him better access to my throat. In the back of my mind, I just knew I’d have a hickey by the time he was finished with me, but I didn’t want him to stop either. All the passion that had built up between us was finally bubbling over, and we were both too wound up to stop.
“Please what?” he asked between kisses. “What do you want, baby?”
“I want you,” I whispered. I ran my nails down his back, and he groaned against my neck. I felt his hardness twitch against my leg and felt myself respond. I knew my panties must be soaked through by now, I was so highly aroused. I wasn’t breathing. I was panting and whimpering and moaning.
Hunter’s hand traveled up my thigh until it reached that hot spot between my legs, and I gasped as he grazed my fabric-covered wetness. “Someone’s excited,” he murmured with a chuckle. I didn’t respond verbally, choosing to buck my hips against his hand instead. I needed release, desperately.
He started rubbing me through my panties, and I lost myself completely. I started grinding against his hand, my eyes closed and my head turning from side to side. “Yes, yes, please,” I gasped. I felt his mouth lock onto one of my erect nipples and bite down, gently. That was all it took – I stiffened and screamed and shook as the orgasm hit me like a truck.
I could tell he was about to burst, himself. “Condoms,” he rasped, and I pointed to the bedside table. He reached into the drawer, and I pulled down my panties, now saturated with my wetness. I was more than ready for sure.
He looked down at me as he rolled the condom over his cock, and I saw a mixture of emotions on his face. I held my arms out to him, and he sank into them. I kissed him gently. “I love you,” I said.
“I love you,” he replied with a smile. He nudged against me, and I guided him home. We both gasped as he slid inside.
“That feels so good,” I murmured, and I closed my eyes as he withdrew, then slid back in.
“Um, yeah,” he whispered. We both laughed softly.
He found his rhythm and pace, and I wrapped my legs around his ass. I strained to pull him closer to me, to drive him harder into me. “Relax,” he breathed against my shoulder.
He straightened his arms and held himself over me, pumping his hips up and down. I cried out with each thrust, begging and pleading for more. “Please, baby, yes! Fuck me . . .,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders with my fingers, wanting nothing more than the feeling of him inside me.
He sat back on his calves and placed my legs against his chest. I lifted my hips and matched him, thrust for thrust. He sped up, moaning louder as we slapped against each other. Then he stopped. “Gotta slow down,” he laughed. “It’s been too long.”
So we slowed down, and he grinded himself into me. It was sweet torment and sexier than anything I’d ever experienced. I watched him, his skin now covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. His muscular body looked even more delicious like this. He’s mine, I thought, and I ran my hands down his chest and torso. He took my hands in his, then lifted them over my head and pinned them to the bed.
“You’re mine,” he growled, echoing my thoughts. I whimpered in agreement, and he started pounding himself into me. I felt him driving me into the bed, and I was powerless to fight him. As if I wanted to. I felt him pumping in and out, again and again. Our bodies slapped together, and he grunted with each thrust.
I felt the pleasure building and building inside me and begged for more. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Do it! Yes!” I loved it, loved being overcome like this. We both cried out in time with his movements until finally my cries became one long scream of almost painful pleasure.
Then I felt him drive himself home, once more, and he stiffened and cried out. He thrusted once, twice again as he came. Then he collapsed onto me, and I held him there for a minute, close against me. I was overwhelmed and knew he was as well. I was touched, knowing how long he had waited for this. And knowing he had chosen to open himself up to me made it even sweeter.
Later, after we’d caught our breath and calmed down, we lay together on the big chair. I was on my side, my head on his shoulder. He ran his hand lightly over my hair and down my back, then up again. After a few minutes, I passed out.
The smile was still on Hayley’s face when he passed by her again, and it filled his heart with a joy he could hardly contain. He wanted to curl up in the chair with her and just hold her, just love her, but her happiness was more important than his own was, so as long as that smile was on her face, Hunter would never wake her. She could sleep until the end of time if that was what she wanted to do, and he would be happy she was smiling. She deserved to smile more than anyone he had ever met, and now she was finally free, his Little Girl, his Hayley.
“I love you,” he whispered under his breath. “I always will.”
The End
About the Author
Hey! So my name is Samantha, and I’m a part time romance author, who attends classes during the day, and writes sinful seductive romantic by night. When I’m not in school studying for my NASM Certification, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the parks of Ohio.
Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis and my favorite movies are Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, The Matrix and Star Wars. I’m a gamer girl too. If you can believe it, I have more video game consoles than I do shoes! Animals are close to my heart; I have a wild old female, dark brown doxen named Nikki who
still acts like a puppy and I’ve always dreamed about having a dragon.
My favorite thing to do is to write sinfully seductive stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.
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