by Cara Dee
We hear Nicholas more than see him. "Run, Kayla." He doesn’t sound happy.
"Oh, crap." Kayla takes off, along with dozens of other subs and bottoms.
The event starting means the end of my break, and with low visibility, more DMs are on duty. My eyes adjust around the time most Tops decide their partners have had plenty of time to find a hiding spot, and then all we gotta do is watch and listen.
Occasionally, subs argue over who reached a hiding spot first, though they usually get along and share.
"Thank you, honey. I appreciate it," I hear Mark say. "Are you feeling better?"
Tilting my head, I catch Gabriella's nod, and I see Mark holding a letter in his hand. I kiss the top of her head, silently letting her know I'm here. My respect for her continues to grow.
"Mr. Kingsley's helping me lots."
"That’s good." There's a grin in Mark's voice. "I'll read this later on my break, okay?"
"Of course, or whenever—no rush, Sir. Thank you for being there for me."
"Anytime, subbie."
I exchange a nod with my buddy and pull Gabriella in front of me, her back to my chest.
"Proud of you," I murmur in her ear. Inhaling her scent, I can't help but linger and taste her skin. She squirms and leans her head back against my collarbone as I find my way underneath her top and touch her stomach, up her rib cage. "Looks like I can't keep my hands off you, princess."
Seeing her lips part when she gasps, the desire to kiss her senseless hits me with a force I couldn’t have anticipated.
Countless times in the past, I've had semisexual play and little to no urge to kiss. It's intimate for me, nothing I can fake and play off as mere fun, yet with Gabriella, I wanna get under her skin and fucking consume her. It fucks with my head, 'cause it's only happened once before. Dylan.
It's too soon to go down that road again.
If only I knew how to slow it down.
"Do rounds with me." I give her neck a sharp nip and then grab her hand.
Adjusting my cock, I lead Gabriella deeper into the smoky darkness.
Seven or eight large foam blocks are spread out across the dance floor. They come up to my chest, and the designs vary, some circular with the option of squeezing oneself inside a swirl-shaped maze, others square and designed like a playhouse up to five bottoms can hide in. But the subs know they're stuck once they get tracked down if they enter the blocks, so Gabriella and I are surrounded by bottoms who mostly just run between the blocks while their Tops search for them.
However, once a Dom has chased down his sub, the blocks are suddenly more desirable. We pass a boxlike block as a Mommy is pushing her sub inside to claim her prize.
I run a hand over my head, antsy, picking up on the primal feel in the atmosphere. Glow-in-the-dark wristbands dart back and forth, screams join the music, and the subs' fear of getting caught—combined with the anticipation—is thick in the air.
Gabriella's on the other side of the spectrum. Creeping closer to me, she grasps my arm tightly and glances around nervously.
I groan under my breath.
What would it be like to chase her?
"Fuck." The music drowns out my defeat, and then I'm pressing Gabriella up against a block. With her back to me, I can't see her shock, but I feel it in the way she stiffens.
"Spread your legs," I growl.
Placing her hands on top of the block, she looks every part of someone who's about to get frisked.
My hands roam her body, and I lower my head to nuzzle her neck. She trembles, arching into me. I lick the soft skin below her ear and cup her tits roughly, pushing them together.
I slip a hand underneath her tight shorts, and in one fluid motion while she lets out a cry, I slide a finger along the slit of her pussy. It drives me crazy, feeling her soft, baby smooth, warm, and slick.
I finger her deeper, firmly, and force two digits inside her. Out again, sliding through her juices, up to her clit, then down once more.
This time, I hear her gasped moan, and it sets me on fire.
"Daddy."
I freeze.
So does she, and she seems to realize what she called me.
"Oh fuck, I'm sorry!" She spins around, the embarrassment rolling off her in waves, and covers her mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you haven't given me permission to call you that, please don’t be mad, I'm sorry—"
Not interested in hearing another word, I grab her jaw and take possession of her mouth, kissing her deeply and brutally. She has no clue what that word does to me. Hell, right now, I'm not sure I understand. I can't fucking explain the wildfire surging through me, turning me into a goddamn savage.
I invade her mouth with my tongue, slowly coaxing her out of her shock. For me, it's an opportunity to take advantage, and I walk her backward to the nearest wall. Unlike the foam blocks, it doesn’t budge when I slam her up against it.
My lungs burn for air, and I draw a ragged breath as I grind my cock against her pussy. For someone who prefers a bit of privacy, I wouldn’t mind tearing off her skimpy shorts right now to fuck her where we stand.
"Say it again," I bite out.
She shakes and quivers in my arms, uncertain but turned on by my assault. She's wrapped her legs around me, her hands are gripping my shoulders tightly, and desire clouds her gorgeous eyes.
"I don’t want y-you to feel pressured," she stammers. "Please forgive me if I crossed a line—" Her eyes well up. "I've never b-been able to control myself around you and—oh God, I'm so sorry."
I press my forehead to hers, breathing heavily, and give a slow thrust of my hips. It shuts her up.
"Say. It. Again."
She regresses right before my eyes. She's been on a steady path these past couple of days, testing the waters and allowing herself—bit by bit—to let that little girl out again. And now, the last line of defense was just ripped away from her.
Say it, princess.
Her vulnerability shines through, and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. Fuck. Mine to suck on. I eye-fuck her and touch her on instinct. Her top is pulled up to expose her tits, and I cup one in my hand, pinching her nipple hard.
She cries out and falls forward, burying her face in the crook of my neck. "I can't help it," she says tearfully. "I've tried to fight it, I swear."
"Please say it, Gabriella," I grit out.
She whimpers, surrendering. "Daddy?"
There it is.
I shudder and close my eyes. If I thought I was screwed earlier, it has nothing on having my chest cracked wide open at the sound of this sweet little girl calling me Daddy. A sweet little girl I've felt the need to protect for months. Something is unleashed inside me, and shit I didn’t even know I was holding back rushes forward.
I don’t need to stay on the sidelines as a friend. I want to make sure she never gets hurt again. I want it to be me.
I kiss her again, this time unhurried. Not knowing the future or how deeply this runs makes me uncertain, too. Bordering on anxious. I guess I've been burned one time too many, and I gotta know—gotta be in control. No more we'll see what happens and play it by ear.
Gabriella kisses me back passionately, clinging to me, arms locked around my neck.
"I just—" she gasps as I squeeze her ass. "I mean, please try… Don't hurt me?"
I shake my head and touch her cheek. "I won't allow it."
I'll be the first to admit I'm a shitty DM tonight.
*
The night drags on forever. I'm like an impatient kid, for chrissake. But as soon as we get back to my place, there's no stopping me. Her giggles are all I hear when I toss her onto the bed and pounce.
"Why are you taking off my clothes?" she laughs. "I can do that myself!"
"I'm not sure you can." I grin darkly and throw her top on the floor. That leaves her shorts, and I yank them off her in one go. "We're gonna continue where we left off before we went to the club." After pulling my T-shirt over my head, I lower myself across Gabriella's beau
tiful body. "I wanna touch you everywhere, princess."
She shivers as my chest brushes against hers. "E-Even my no-no places?"
I groan at the innocence in her voice. "Especially your no-no places." Peering down between us, I skim a hand up to her right breast and cup it firmly, teasing it with slow strokes of my fingers. "You said you liked the tingles, yeah?"
She nods and searches my eyes anxiously. "Is it okay to like that, Daddy?"
Jesus Christ. It'll never get old to hear that.
"It's always okay."
Gabriella exhales and squirms. "Is that when you get hard down there?"
"All of you makes me hard." I sit back on my heels between her legs and unbutton the fly of my jeans. "You wanna see what Daddy looks like?"
"Yes, please." She's a perfect mix of shy and eager, sitting up to be closer and teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "It's weird in my head. I used to feel bad for my dirty thoughts because, um, I wasn’t allowed to talk about them."
The itch to kick John's sorry ass grows more persistent. Daddy Doms are all different; we have our own rules, but stifling someone's nature? Fucking disgusting.
"I wanna hear all your thoughts. No exceptions."
She smiles timidly, diverting her gaze to my crotch. "I have many thoughts." She cautiously extends a hand to my upper thigh, and I rise to push down my jeans. "Oh. You're not w-wearing any—holy crap."
With my jeans down and no boxers to drop, I grip my cock and stroke it slowly. I brush the pad of my thumb across the piercing and watch Gabriella's breathing grow more rapid. Her chest falls and rises, and her nipples tighten into little buds I wanna suck on.
"How will that fit?" she whispers, seemingly to herself.
I smirk.
"You won't put that in any of my no-no places, right?" She stares up at me with wide eyes.
"Of course I will." I push her back against the mattress again and follow, kicking off my jeans as I nuzzle her jaw. "I plan on putting it everywhere." Grabbing her hand, I guide it to my cock and grunt as her little fingers wrap around it as far as they can. "That’s it."
"My mouth is watering."
"Fuck," I whisper. "Sounds like you're having dirty thoughts about sucking on Daddy's cock."
She nods, again watching for my reaction, as if she's still unsure such thoughts are okay. I'll be patient. I have all the time in the world for her to get comfortable enough to unleash her inner slut with me.
"That’s perfect," I murmur when she fingers the piercing carefully. "Just as perfect as your slutty thoughts."
She sucks in a breath and tries to clench her thighs together.
"I've, um…" She swallows. "I've fantasized about you like this, even before, you know, when…" When she was with that douchebag?
"Oh, yeah?" I close my eyes and press my lips to her temple. Her hand on me is getting goddamn distracting. She scratches me lightly, traces the veins with her fingers, and sends shivers down my spine. "What, uh, what did you think about?" I grunt, thrusting into her hand in reflex. She does a little twist with her hand and spreads pre-come down my shaft, only to go farther and cup my balls. "Fuck."
Her eyes stay trained on my cock. She's fucking amazing, her touch soft yet confident with experience, her eyes betraying both lust and curiosity. She's exploring me. Her expression is unguarded, allowing me to see the innocence, too.
"I thought about you touching me under the table at Switch." Her cheeks turn pink. "Like, when others were around."
I see we have some exhibitionist fantasies to explore.
"I wasn’t allowed to touch myself often," she confesses. "But I found a loophole." There's mischief as well as shame in her eyes. "I, um… I can't. It's too embarrassing."
"Tell me." I remove her hand from me and inch closer to her pussy. With a firm grip on my cock, I slip between her warm, soft pussy lips and elicit a breathy moan from her.
She covers her face with her hands. "I used my stuffie."
That confession sets me off. The fire ignites in a fucking heartbeat, and images of her using a stuffed animal to touch her pussy rush through me as quickly as thoughts do of making her do it again with me watching.
"That’s dirty of you, princess." My voice is all whiskey, full of lust and filth. "Did you slip your stuffie underneath your panties and rub him against your wet clit?"
"Yes," she whimpers. Shame has her captive for a moment, and in an attempt to get away from me, she squirms and tries to close her legs. "Ugh, I can't believe I told you that."
Her struggle only turns me on. We've discussed safewords, limits, and birth control. I see her take that pill every damn morning. I trust her. We covered protection on the way home when she admitted to having breeding fantasies; another thing that had turned her red with embarrassment. And I've been sporting an erection since then. So what the fuck am I waiting for?
I curse under my breath as she keeps struggling.
"What's your safeword?" I speak through clenched teeth, dragging the head of my cock closer to her tight opening.
"Red?" She frowns in confusion, then resumes pushing at my chest. "I'm sorry, I just need a minute. I feel bad."
No. There will be no hiding from me.
"Remember your safeword." That’s all I say before I push my hips forward and bury myself inside her pussy.
Gabriella chokes on a sharp gasp, and her eyes flying open is the last thing I see before my own eyes close. The pleasure pummels through me, her sweet pussy stretched to the point where it squeezes the hell out of my cock. The sensitive spot where I'm pierced brushes against her, even more so each time her inner muscles constrict.
"Jesus fuck," I groan.
"D-Daddy, it h-hurts," she cries.
"It'll pass," I promise hoarsely. "This is what that little story of yours did to me." Pulling out, I pause briefly to grab her jaw and get something through her skull. "This is it, Gabriella. Your giggles and dirty confessions will get you fucked. I'm nothing like your previous partners." I kiss her cheek and taste the salt of a stray tear. "You'll be my good girl as well as my filthy little baby whore."
She sucks in another breath. Though the pain in her expression lingers, her eyes fill with raw need.
As I push inside her again, I dip down to whisper in her ear. "Daddy will take his little girl whenever he wants. Just as he'll spoil her, care for her, give her baths, and explore play with her."
"Oh, God," she breathes out.
"You will never have to be embarrassed about anything around me," I murmur. "If I could get inside your head and read every thought, I would."
She shifts below me, this time to spread her legs farther apart. She trembles and swallows audibly, and when I set a steady pace to fuck her into the mattress, she grips my biceps and digs her fingernails into my skin. No longer pushing me away.
There's only one more thing to say. "I won't stop unless the pain is bad and you safeword. That goes for everything. You will always be honest with me, and I'll always listen."
She sniffles. "The pain isn't too bad anymore, Daddy."
I know. I can feel her pussy soaking me, and I've observed her enough in the past to know what will excite her. I've seen the scenes of rough sex she enjoys watching. I know the fetishes she's scared of but is secretly mesmerized by because she can't look away.
"We'll have fun together, won't we?"
"Lots of fun." She mewls and locks her arms around my neck, and I grind deeper to rub against her clit, too. "Oh, yesss."
I give her a wolfish smirk. "And if I wanna fuck you with a stuffie, I will."
"Oh," she whines. "You had to bring—ungh—that up?"
I chuckle, outta breath, and pull out from her. "Get on all fours, baby. Daddy wants to taste your sweet cunt before he fills it with come."
She squeaks and mumbles red-faced about my filthy mouth, all while obeying and wiggling her ass at me.
I smack it, the sound ringing out along with her yelp.
"What a perfect ass," I murmur. I s
troke it from her thighs and up, my thumbs spreading her soft, round cheeks to expose another place I wanna fuck soon. I tap it gently with a finger. "You know what goes in here?"
"Daddy's cock once I'm dead and can't feel him splitting me in half?"
I laugh and lean close, giving the spot a soft kiss before moving down to her glistening pussy. "Necro play—never tried that, but there's time, I guess."
That's not what she had in mind, and she makes it clear I know that, though she's easily shut up.
With one long, firm, slow lick from her clit to her opening, I have her moaning and whimpering and burying her face in the pillow.
"Fuck, you taste good." The tip of my tongue snakes around her clit before I suck it into my mouth. "It'll be a while before I let you come, princess."
Chapter 7
That’s the night guilt sets in.
I wake up four times after dreaming of Dylan. Reliving the sweetest and the worst moments with him, I doubt every decision I've made. He wasn’t fucking okay with slowing down. I've been trying to convince myself I did the right thing based on what he told me, not on what was actually true.
This isn't a new revelation, but I've been finding my defense behind the fact that he lied about it being all right.
He was just protecting himself.
I curse internally and carefully leave the bed without waking up Gabriella.
Dylan's the gray areas, and I've only looked at the black and white ones. I've seen what he's done. I haven't given as much thought about the causes.
It's frustrating the ever-loving fuck outta me. Okay, even if I understand his reasoning—which I'm not entirely sure I do—it doesn’t mean he didn’t run me the hell over.
Walking over to the sink, I fill a glass with water and rub at my chest. The guilt is new, and the beautiful girl in my bed is no doubt the reason. After everything John put her through, she deserves a Daddy who won't wake up in the middle of the night because he's a bitter motherfucker about his ex.
I drain the glass in a few gulps. Then I grab my phone and put on a pair of sweats before taking a seat at the kitchen table. I scroll down text after text, all unanswered.
We need to talk about this, Dylan.
