I’m shaking as I take it from him. I brush my teeth while he fills the little cup next to the sink with water. He hands it to me when I’m finished and I rinse.
He points toward the toilet. “Use the bathroom. I’ll tuck you in after that.” He kisses my forehead before he leaves, shutting the door behind him.
For a moment, I stare at the closed door. Holy shit. Holy… Shit…
I do as he’s instructed and wash my hands, staring at the woman in the mirror for a few moments, wondering who the hell she is. When I emerge, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. I go to him.
He removes my robe. Then he pats the mattress where he’s pulled back the covers. “Get in.”
I do as I’m told, only slightly self-conscious about my panties and tank top. “Are you going to bed too?” I ask, my voice small.
“I need to do some more work tonight, baby. I’ll join you in a while.”
I pout. I keep doing that with him. “Will you lie down with me until I fall asleep first?”
He holds my gaze for a moment, considering my request.
“Please?” I come so close to calling him Daddy. I know I did when I was half asleep last night, but it seems too bold to do so when I’m fully awake.
I’m nearly giddy when he nods and then rounds to the other side of the bed and climbs up on top of the blankets next to me. He lifts his arm out so that I can snuggle up next to him.
I shock him and myself when I kick the covers back and scamper over the top to flatten my body alongside his. I don’t want to be under the covers. I want to be closer.
He chuckles as he wraps his arm around me and pulls me in tight. His large hand is on my hip, and he strokes the skin between my panties and my tank top absently with his thumb. “Imp.”
I giggle.
“I realize I’m new to your world, Eve, but you’re a manipulative little thing. I’m going to call Davis and get some tips from him before you steamroll me.”
I giggle again. “At least I’m not as bratty with you. I’m usually bratty at the club.”
“Surely you recognize that isn’t going to work with me,” he points out.
I shrug, not committed to that fact.
I want to be good. I want to go to sleep like he’s asked me. But I can’t do it. I want something else, something more. So, I slide my hand under his shirt and flatten my palm on his stomach before easing it up to his amazing chest. He’s ripped. Like, hard-as-a-rock ripped.
He sets his hand over mine, his on top of the shirt, stilling me. “Eve…” he warns.
“What?” I ask all innocently as I slide my top leg up over his thigh. I have no idea who I am or what I’m doing, but I need to be closer to him.
One second I’m half on top of him, touching him everywhere I can at once, and the next second, I’m flat on my back. My arms are pinned above my head, both wrists locked with one of his hands.
My eyes are wide and I gasp.
His other hand lands on my belly. My bare skin. My tank top is twisted and has risen up under my boobs. “You’re playing with fire, Eve.”
“I like fire.” I’m panting now.
He searches my face.
“Please?” My voice isn’t little or big. Somewhere in the middle. I squirm. I’m so fucking aroused. I need release. “Would you take off your shirt?” I ask, tentatively.
He shakes his head at the same time he rises over me. His hands come to the hem of my tank top, and two seconds later, he’s shoving it over my head. “No, but I’ll take off your shirt.”
I gasp the moment my boobs are exposed. I want this. I’ve wanted him to fuck me for days. I want his mouth on me. I want my mouth on him. Why on earth am I suddenly bashful?
I whimper and squirm as his gaze lands on my small tits. He reclaims my wrists with one hand, tangling them in my tank top. Hovering over me, his other hand slides up my belly until he’s cupping one globe.
“So pretty,” he whispers. That doesn’t help my adult at all. He’s dragging out my little.
When he lowers his mouth to reverently kiss my hard nipple, I gasp. I was wrong earlier. I have a new level of arousal that is unsurpassed. I’m about to self-combust and he hasn’t really touched me.
He flicks his tongue over the tip, and I cry out. “So you like that, baby? Do you like it when I lick your little nipple?”
“Yes, Sir.” Nothing in my life has ever felt as good as this.
I’m conflicted. I don’t have sex as my little. I’ve never been in this situation. I’m dominant in the bedroom. Or at least equal. Vanilla. My little never comes to the surface. What is it with this man? This Daddy.
He licks my nipple again before sucking it, letting his teeth nip gently.
I moan, my eyes rolling back. My panties are soaked, and my legs are pressed together as tightly as I can manage.
He shifts his weight slightly and cups the other breast. “Does this one feel neglected?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is strained. I’m desperate.
Colt circles my nipples with his fingertip. Over and over. It’s maddening. I want more. I’ve never been so wiggly in my life.
“If you stop squirming, I’ll suckle it.”
I whimper again. “Please…” my voice comes out as a whine and I arch my chest the scant amount of space possible before holding my breath and forcing myself to remain still.
He circles my eager nipple with his tongue before sucking it like he’d done to its twin.
“Colt,” I scream.
He releases my swollen nipple and shakes his head. “Colton. If you’re going to shout my name, I want you to call me Colton.”
I swallow, blinking at him. “Okay.”
He lifts that brow.
I flush. “Yes, Sir.” Why does he still have his clothes on? Why wouldn’t he take his shirt off?
“Good girl.” He resumes tormenting my tits with licks and flicks and little bites.
“Colton…”
“Yeah, that’s better.”
“Please…”
After another love bite, he lifts his gaze. “If I release your hands, can you keep them above your head, baby?”
I nod fervently.
“If you move them, I’ll find something to restrain you with. Understood?”
Jesus. Just restrain them now. I don’t say this. “Yes, Sir.”
He holds my gaze, a slow smirk lifting the corners of his mouth. “You’re a naughty girl who’s going to move both hands the moment I let go, aren’t you?”
The flush climbing up my cheeks deepens. “Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Do you want me to tie you down, baby?”
“Yes, please.”
“Ask me, Eve. Ask me to tie your hands to the headboard. Ask me to do it because the idea is making you so damn horny you can’t think.”
I lick my dry lips and meet his gaze. “Please tie my wrists to the headboard, Sir.”
“Why?” His smile is enough to get me to do anything in the world.
“Because I’m a naughty girl, and I won’t be able to leave them above my head, Sir.”
“Don’t move.” He climbs off me, grabs my robe from the floor, and tugs the tie out of the loopholes.
I watch in awed silence as he returns, wraps it around my wrists, and secures them to the headboard. My boobs are high and flat on my chest. I feel so exposed. I moan as he slides down my body. He pauses to tease my nipples again, then continues lower, kissing toward my belly button.
When he twirls his tongue in the little dip, I giggle.
“Are you ticklish, baby?”
I shake my head. Not usually. Not until just now.
He chuckles as he moves farther down. He lifts off of me enough to reach for my knees, which he then presses toward my chest before opening them wide.
When he settles between my parted thighs, his hands gripping them, forcing them open, I start panting again. He licks along the edges of my panties, his tongue teasing me. “Your panties are soaked, baby.”
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I moan and buck upward. I’m going to come from his breath hitting my panties. How pathetic.
He drags a finger along the edges of my panties in the sensitive spot on my inner thighs, and then he glides it right down the center, flicking the tip over my clit.
I cry out unintelligibly.
“You like that? You like it when I touch you right…here.” He strokes my clit again over my panties.
I buck. “Yes, Sir. Please…”
“You want me to take these panties off and kiss your pussy, baby?”
Jesus. Holy… God… “Please, Colton.” Hottest damn experience of my life, hands down.
“Can you be a good girl and hold your legs open for me so I can kiss your greedy pussy, Eve?”
I nod. I’d climb a mountain without ropes if he asked me.
He releases my knees and rises above me to pull my panties down my legs. Before tossing them aside, he brings them to his nose and inhales my scent. “Mmmm.”
I nearly die.
He’s on his knees between mine, fully clothed. I’m naked and exposed. “Spread your knees apart, baby. As wide as you can.”
He doesn’t touch me while I do as I’m told. My pussy is throbbing. My heart is racing too. I whimper yet again as his gaze slides all over my body, landing on my pussy finally. “So pretty. Pink and swollen and wet for me. Do you like me looking at your naked body, Eve?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, unable to think of more words. Language has escaped me.
He touches me with his fingertip, circling my pussy far too wide to give me any relief. “You want me to kiss you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Where? Here?” He taps my thigh.
I shake my head. “Please kiss my pussy, Sir.”
“I love that it’s shaved bare. It makes you feel exposed and naughty doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” I can’t think. I have no idea how I’m managing to answer his questions.
He parts my lower lips, and heaven only knows what kind of sound I make.
“I love the little noises you make, baby.” He finally lowers between my legs and drags his tongue through my folds until he finds my clit. He flicks it over and over.
I’m writhing. It’s too hard to remain still.
He takes pity on me and grips my inner thighs, holding me down while he sucks my clit into his mouth. Good thing he restrained me so thoroughly first or I would have shot off the bed. I know I screamed.
“Such a noisy little girl,” he murmurs before sucking again.
I’m so close, but he doesn’t let me come. He keeps stopping to lick somewhere else. It’s so maddening.
“I’m going to push one of my fingers into your tight little pussy, baby, okay?”
Like he needs permission… “Please, Sir. Please put your finger in my pussy.”
As he slides one finger slowly into me, his thumb rubs my clit, and there is no way to stop the orgasm that consumes me. “Colton.” I scream his name as my body pulses against him, as he gently torments my G-spot, his thumb driving me mad with pressure, his forearms holding me down.
It’s heaven, and I’m panting and shaking when it subsides. “You’re still wearing your shirt,” I murmur.
He chuckles. “Yeah.” His lips land on my pussy and he reverently kisses me there. “And you’re so very gorgeous when you’re naked.”
When I can focus on him, I fake pout. “But I wanted you to take your shirt off.”
He smiles. “Make you a deal.”
“Okaaaay…”
“I’ll take it off if you put it on.” His brows lift. “I’d like it if you slept in my shirt. Just that. Nothing else. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I nod. “Yes.”
He rises onto his knees and pulls it over his head with one hand in that way men in movies remove their shirts by reaching over their back to slide it off. The move is sexy, and so is his chest.
He leans over me with those amazing pecs and unties my wrists before pulling me to sitting and tugging the shirt over my body. “There,” he declares like we just solved world peace.
“But…”
He chuckles again as he climbs off the bed. He hauls my body to my side of the bed, pulls the covers over me, and kisses me gently on the lips. “Go to sleep, Eve.”
“But…”
He taps my nose. “No buts. Just sleep.”
I grab his hand before he can walk away. “But you were going to hold me while I fell asleep, and I wanted you to get naked, and—”
“Your falling asleep time got used up with my mouth all over your delectable body. Not a chance in hell was I going to get naked with you yet. And, I still need to get some work done. So… You need to sleep. I’ll slide in next to you when I’m done working.”
I humph. “Okay, but will you wake me when you come to bed?”
“No, but I’ll pull you into my arms. How’s that?”
“Okay,” I groan.
He stands and looks down at me for several seconds before kissing me. He again slips from the room. He even leaves the door ajar.
I stare at it for a while as I snuggle under the covers with Jessie, wearing Colt’s shirt, which smells like him.
I’m only marginally aware when he comes in some time later and does exactly as he promised—pulls me into his arms.
Chapter 15
Colton
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Even though I’ve only slept about six hours, I awake before Eve for the first time since I started sleeping in her bed. I’m staring down at her gorgeous features at rest when she blinks awake.
She slowly smiles. “You finally beat me.”
“Yeah.” I brush a lock of hair from her face. “You’re so peaceful when you sleep. It’s a huge change from how you are when you’re awake.” The truth is I’ve been awake watching her for a while. We crossed into new territory last night, and I’m concerned.
She glances down. “You didn’t have sex with me.”
“I didn’t think you were in the right state of mind to make a decision like that. My instincts told me we needed to have a serious discussion about sex before jumping into it.”
“What’s to discuss?” she asks casually. “We like each other. We’re attracted to each other. We’re grown adults. Why can’t we just have sex?”
I sit and scoot to the headboard, pulling her up alongside me. “First of all, we’re never going to ‘just have sex’ so wipe that out of your mind. When and if we have sex, it won’t be ‘just’ anything. Second of all, you’re confused. It’s written all over your face. I knew you weren’t fully in your adult body.”
She winces. “Did I make you feel like you were with a child?”
I shake my head. “Not at all. I’m clear you’re an adult. I don’t mind if you submit to me while we’re in bed. I don’t even mind if you’re in your little space. But we need to discuss it first because you were more shocked than me. I know whatever is between us isn’t the norm for you. You’ve made it clear you don’t sleep with any of the Daddies you play with. And yet…”
She sighs and rubs her fingers along the edge of the sheet absently. “It’s different with you.”
“I get that. And that’s okay, but we need to take our pulse on it first. I’m new to this lifestyle. I need some advice. I suspect you do too, based on your reactions to me.”
“Yeah,” she admits. “You’re probably right.”
I kiss her and then pat her butt. “You need to get in the shower, or you’re going to be late for work.”
She groans. It’s adorable. It’s the sound of her defiant little. “Will you come with me?”
I lift a brow. “Into the bathroom? Yes. Into the shower? No.” I don’t hesitate. I’m going to have to learn to be decisive and quick if I’m going to dominate her. I slide off the bed, lift her into the air, and toss her over my shoulder.
She squeals. “Colt.”
I carry her into the bathroom and set her on her feet. Before she can protes
t, I remove my shirt from her and drop it in her hamper. I kind of like the idea of my clothes mixed with hers. Maybe I’ll put the rest in there instead of back in my bag.
I turn on the shower and wait for it to warm up while she crosses her arms, pretending to be all modest on me again.
My smile is filled with mirth. “I’ve seen every inch of your body, you know. Tasted it too.”
She bites her bottom lip, her arms still crossed.
I decide to push her. “Hands at your sides, Eve,” I warn.
She sucks in a breath and slowly lowers them, a shudder wracking her body.
“That’s better.” I grab her hips and tug her closer, leaning down to kiss the tips of her amazing nipples.
She shivers in my grasp, her hands fisted at her sides. “When you dominate me, my little comes out. She pushes my adult self out of the way and fully emerges. She’s shy and nervous about being naked.”
“I gathered that, and it’s okay. I don’t mind her being shy.” I give her a little shake. “I don’t mind you being shy. It’s cute. And I feel like I’m getting to see a side of you no one has ever seen.”
She nods quickly. “You are.”
“That’s precious to me. The flush on your cheeks from embarrassment makes my cock hard.”
She gasps and glances down at my crotch. “I can fix that.”
I chuckle. “Stop trying to get in my pants, baby. If I have to warn you again, I’ll be increasing the number of swats you take the first time I spank you.”
She winces. “How many are you up to now?”
“A lot.” I turn her around and open the shower door, shoving her into the enclosure. “Take your shower.” For some reason, I can’t bring myself to leave the bathroom. I want to be in her space while she bathes. What I really want is to wash her myself. I won’t though. Not today. That would be dangerous.
I’m going to have blue balls by the time I drop her off at work this morning, but I’ll live. Tonight, I’ll consult with Davis again about this dynamic between us. I need some advice before I have sex with Eve. Being a Daddy to her is one thing, but I’m uncertain about this new dimension. I hadn’t expected to sleep with her when she’s in her little space.
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