Atticus shifted on the bed beside her, moving closer as she held out the requested limb without a mutter of complaint. Resting his palm on the back of her hand, he linked their fingers together into one unit, then curled them around his cock. Her lips parted on a gasp, and her eyes dropped to their joined hands.
“It’s soft,” she said breathlessly, “and warm.”
Soft was an entirely incorrect term for what his dick was, Att mused, feeling himself pulse in her hand. Incredibly painful steel rod would be more apt. “Never touched one before, princess?”
She shook her head slowly, transfixed by the motion of their hands on his shaft, apparently fascinated by the precum oozing from the broad, reddened head. “Abraham used to just…climb on top of me and shove it in.” Her fingers spasmed, adding a fraction more pressure to an already sensitive organ. “That was all I was good for. I don’t think he even registered my face…during. I was nothing to him after, not until the next time. Does…does it hurt?”
How did someone so abused, so neglected, manage to drag herself from the shit with so much innocence retained? Her strength of character apparently had no bounds, because despite everything that had ever been done to her in her first two and a half decades, she was simply, wonderfully, astounding, inside and out.
“Abraham doesn’t exist here,” Atticus reminded her, keeping his voice calm to hide his fury. “What he did won’t measure up against what we do together, Lisha. I’ll know exactly who you are before, during, and after. To answer your question, yes, right now it hurts because it’s suffering from a bad case of desperation.”
“Oh. Maybe it needs to go to group counseling…it can sit next to my p-p…” Alicia trailed off, biting her lip.
“Pussy?” he supplied, fighting off a grin.
“Yes, that.” The tips of her ears went red.
“I see. Is my princess’s pussy feeling abandoned, what with the finger filling her tight little bottom hole? That’s a shame, maybe I can do something about it.” Withdrawing the finger in her ass so only the tip remained, Att set his forefinger against her pussy, then thrust both digits back home.
Alicia squealed, moaned, and damn near came. His princess was primed, just waiting for the right stimuli to push her over the edge.
“Keep stroking my cock, just like this, Lisha. Up and down. Every time your hand goes up, my fingers go inside you. When it goes down, my fingers pull out. How fast I finger you depends on how quickly you go, all right? You’re in control here, so go at your own pace.”
He wouldn’t last long, not with those slender fingers he’d been fantasizing about jacking him off actually bringing his dreams into reality. The frantic quivers of her channels fluttering around his digits suggested she’d last all of a minute, depending on how she played the game.
“But if it hurts,” she whispered, peering at his face with worry lines around her mouth.
“Then you’ll make it all better.” Unable to resist, Att leaned forward and kissed those downturned lips, catching the soft puffs of her breath. Poor princess was nervous. He unlaced their fingers, leaving her to explore his erection all by herself. “I’m following your lead, babygirl.”
Alicia started slow, her eyes darting from his cock to his face as though trying to judge if she was hurting him. That didn’t matter for more than a minute once he twisted his wrist and aroused all the delicate nerve endings inside her. Her eyelids drooped, her eyebrows raising slightly as the pleasure made itself known.
He had no doubts she would take the butt plug with no difficulty. The way she responded to just his finger in her ass, once her shyness and embarrassment was in the past, she’d be begging him to do wickedly dirty things to her lovely posterior.
But for now, baby steps were fine with him.
Her hand bobbed up and down his length, a few beats faster than before, with her grip tightening as her orgasm kindled. Att matched her stroke for stroke, setting his thumb on her clit for good measure. “Oh God. Oh God.”
Atticus was experiencing a holy event himself. His balls were past the point of aching now, drawn up tight and ready for release. Tingles were spreading across the base of his spine, spearing up his back as a warning.
Overwhelming bliss whipped along his dick. He growled, cupping his palm around the crown as Alicia damn near wrenched the cum from him. He drove his fingers deep, crooking them against tender tissues, and sent her flying an instant before wet heat spurted messily into the cradle of his hand.
Breathing hard, Atticus closed his eyes to bask in the orgasm, keeping his fingers moving between Lisha’s legs and her own climax rolling. When he opened his eyes again, her face was slack, her eyes barely open, and her mouth…well, he wouldn’t object to popping his still-firm cock between those parted lips.
Those clever fingers of hers went limp, sliding off his shaft. Her hand thumped lightly on the bed. He waited until the delightful little tremors running through her stopped, then removed his hand. Without touching her, he bent and kissed her lips, then her cheeks, her chin, her nose. He saved the last one for her forehead.
“You, little girl, are exceptional.” He chuckled, amused by her dopey smile. “I need to go clean up. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Just rest.”
“’Kay, Daddy.”
Jeans barely clinging to his hips, he walked to the bathroom and washed his hands thoroughly. Making do with a quick wash of his thankfully limp dick—although that situation wasn’t liable to remain down for long—he grabbed a clean washcloth, doused it in warm water, then took it and a towel back into the bedroom.
Alicia was holding Mr. Bear tightly, talking to him earnestly. She was likely apologizing to him for exposing the stuffed bear to the depravity of having both her holes fingerfucked to orgasm.
“Is he traumatized?” Att asked conversationally, resuming his place beside her. He took her hand and wiped it over with the cloth, drying it thoroughly before letting her set Mr. Bear aside to clean the other. Once both appendages were clean and dry, he turned his attention to her pussy.
“He saw more than he should have,” Alicia answered primly, shooting the bear a sideways glance. She hissed between her teeth as the cloth removed any evidence of her pussy’s debauchery. “He can never unhear what he heard.”
“That’s usually the way of it. He’ll be fine, princess. If you think he’s going to be scarred by a bit of voyeurism, we’ll ask Connie to have a chat with him.” Oh, the Domme was going to have his head on a silver platter if Alicia kept him to his word. “Now we know how Mr. Bear feels, what about you? Are you doing okay?”
Alicia gave him a long stare. “There was a finger in my butt.”
“There was indeed. Mine, to be exact.”
She worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“Think it over and let me know.” He moved the cloth lower, tending to the orifice under discussion. “Would you like Daddy to tell you how it made him feel?”
Alicia reached for his hand, clutching his fingers. “Is it gross?”
Laughing, he kissed her. “No, princess. It makes me happy that you got a first experience you enjoyed. You make me so damn proud for putting your faith in me. I’m excited to teach you more when you’re ready, because I love watching you learn. There’s no better feeling for a Dominant than knowing his submissive is right there with him in the moment, putting herself in his hands for safekeeping. For a Daddy Dom, that feeling is tripled, Lisha. Quadrupled. Because not only does he have a strong, beautiful woman to love, he has the innocent side to protect as well. That innocence is the most precious thing of all.”
“I made you happy?” she asked brightly, looking as though he’d just told her there was a puppy party in the living room.
“Alicia, you always make me happy. The past two weeks have been the highlight of my life, and I can’t wait to share the rest of it with you. Sex doesn’t impact what I feel about you, princess. That happiness is there regardless of wheth
er I need to be a monk for the next year.” Draping the cloth over her thigh, he took her face in both hands and fell into those wondrous eyes. “Sex is…a bonus. It’s fun and thrilling, and a little daunting sometimes, but most of all, it’s a gift. Sharing yourself with me, even a bit at a time, is treasured.”
“Daddy’s being sentimental.”
“Daddy is crazy in love with you,” he corrected, kissing her again. God, he was inclined to fly her away on vacation for six months and just spend every waking minute discovering all the ways she loved to be kissed. There was still that hesitation, that uncertainty of what he wanted from her, but now he could taste the eagerness of a woman who’d sampled a drop of honey and yearned for more.
Alicia blushed and turned her face away slightly, but he could see the almost childish smile of delight she tried to hide. Compliments were her weakness—she had no idea how to accept them, which made giving her them all the more satisfying.
“I think that tomorrow night, we should go out and spend time with our friends,” Atticus suggested casually, subjecting himself to a suspicious side eye from his princess. “I’ve kept you all to myself so far, and aside from going to the hospital, you haven’t left the house. D.C. is going to be a huge shock in a few weeks if you don’t see some of the world now.”
“I’d rather stay here with you.”
“I’ll be with you. Socializing is an important skillset, princess, and you don’t have it. So, we’ll go have some friendly conversation with people we know, have a drink, and spread these wings of yours.” Temptation was too strong to resist, especially when she was naked, and the scent of sex was in the air. He nuzzled at her throat, working up toward her ear. “Connie and Thane will be there, so will Anarchy and Jasper. We’ll have fun, I promise.”
Alicia tilted her head aside to give him easier access. Around her ears was an extremely sensitive erogenous zone for her, and he liked to exploit it just to watch her shiver with arousal. “Are we going to the sex club?”
“Avalon,” he corrected with a laugh, nipping at her earlobe. “Would you like to?”
“I don’t know. I’m going to look stupid and out of place in my wheelchair.”
“Well then, I’ll just have to make arrangements for alternative transport, won’t I?”
Chapter Sixteen
“Wheeeee!”
Daddy’s arrangements for alternative transport tickled Alicia all the way down to her toes. With her arms locked tight around his neck, and his big hands holding onto her thighs at his sides, he piggybacked her across the busy parking lot as though they did this every day.
There were cars everywhere, and although nerves fluttered in her tummy like a bazillion demented bees, Alicia focused only on the man who treated her so carefully, no matter whether she was in an adult frame of mind or finding joy in being a younger, more carefree version of herself.
She wholly approved of his attire for the night—she liked the sound of his heavy boots clomping on the ground, and his black leather pants hugged his legs like paint on a wall. Including the bulge at his crotch she was fascinated with.
Never had she felt anything like that thick, hard shaft protected by skin warm and soft like velvet. Holding it in her hand, giving him pleasure, had been one of the most enlightening things she’d ever done.
Tonight, he’d completed his wardrobe with a black shirt with two letters on the chest, one gold and one silver. Interlinked As.
Alicia had taken great delight in watching him dry off after his shower, although the sight of him prowling around the bedroom with no clothes on had given her a few desperate moments where the place between her legs throbbed and grew wet.
She’d almost given in and touched herself until she met his amused eyes in the mirror he was using to trim his beard. The warning in them had told her the ache in her belly was preferable to a stinging butt.
Although…she did like the warmth that spread through her after a spanking.
Daddy walked toward a small set of steps leading to a pair of doors spread wide in welcome. She breathed in deeply, tasting the fresh air one last time before she was trapped in the club with too many people.
“Daddy, wait,” she whispered anxiously, fisting his shirt.
He stopped instantly, moving aside to let other people pass. “It’s okay, princess. Remember what we talked about on the way over? Everyone is friendly and excited to see you again. Don’t be nervous.”
It was hard not to be. She didn’t know how to act around people she didn’t know, and ended up shutting down and being noncommunicative. What if she did that tonight and everyone thought she was rude? They wouldn’t like her, and if they didn’t, maybe Daddy would change his mind about loving her.
That would be bad.
It wasn’t as though he hadn’t made an effort to make her comfortable. Rather than the pretty dress he’d sneakily bought on his shopping spree, he’d let her choose what she wanted to wear. The kitten T-shirt, grey linen pants, and sneakers were hardly sex attire, but they didn’t make her squirm in distress.
“Do you still have Mr. Bear?” she asked tremulously.
Daddy released her right thigh and held her comforter aloft. “Right here, princess. Although I’m not sure Avalon is an appropriate venue for a young bear to visit. You’ll have to watch him and make sure he doesn’t let anything overwhelm him.” He captured her thigh again. “Ready to go in and say hello to everyone?”
“Okay.” She pressed her face into the back of his neck as he walked up the steps and through the doors. She recalled the layout of this area from memory, and knew they were approaching the sign-in desk where everyone had to flash cards or sign paperwork. “I can’t write my name properly yet, Daddy.”
“Let me worry about that. Saul, good to see you.”
Alicia risked a peek around Atticus’s head, watching as a tall, dark-haired man rose from his chair behind the desk to shake Daddy’s hand. Gray eyes flicked for an instant toward her, then back to Daddy.
“Seems like forever, Att. Good to have you back, with a tiny monkey in tow.” The man winked at her. “It’s busy tonight. Word got out about Jasper’s scene with his kitten and the prankster.”
Alarmed by the sudden tension running through the back against her chest, Alicia clung tighter. After a moment, Daddy rubbed her thigh in reassurance, soothing her anxiety.
“J didn’t mention it when I spoke to him earlier.”
“Don’t think he knew, to be honest. Loki basically came in and said he could do it, but it would have to be tonight. He’s got some travelling to do over the next few weeks, something to do with the tattoo shop and mandatory attendance at some conferences. His boss wants him to brush up on his techniques.”
“Goddamn it. What time is the scene set for?”
“No idea. They’re going for spontaneity—Anarchy knows it’s happening tonight, but not when. She’s been on tenterhooks for the past hour.” Saul grinned and rubbed his hand over his mouth. “Someone must have overheard Loki, and word spread through the club until it’s become the scene of the year to observe.”
“Can’t imagine Jasper will be too pleased about that.”
“The sadist threatened to use that hippo-hide whip on everyone in earshot. As long as no one interferes, I think he’ll be okay with it. Members are pretty good here about not getting in the way.” With a shrug, Saul sat back down and typed something on the keyboard. “I’ll scan you in, Att, and then sign in this shy lady on your back.”
Daddy shifted, letting go of her left leg this time to take his wallet from his pocket. He placed it on the desk and slipped a black card out of one of the slots with his thumb, swiping it over a little box that beeped quietly. Then he did it all in reverse order, like he was on rewind—card back in the wallet, wallet in the pocket, and her leg was secure once again. “Alicia has difficulties writing, Saul. Mind if I just sign my name on the form?”
The other man winced. “I would, Att, seeing as it’s you, but after that nea
r disaster with those teenage girls, Braun’s laid down the law. All accompanying visitors must sign in and show valid identification. No exceptions.”
“Get him on the phone,” Daddy demanded. “Tell him I’m here with Alicia. He knows she has no ID, and all he’s going to get on the sign-in sheet is some very wobbly chicken scratch handwriting.”
This was bad, Lisha thought. Not even inside the club and she was already causing problems for her Daddy. She tugged on his shirt to get his attention, but it was focused on the man he called Saul. “We can just go home and have a movie night, Daddy. I don’t mind.”
“Well, I do, princess. Spreading those wings, remember?”
Spreading her wings be damned. She leaned further to the side to keep an eye on Saul as he talked quietly into his phone. His body language was non-threatening, pretty relaxed actually, and his shrug as he ended the call was almost charmingly boyish.
“Braun says, and I quote, ‘This better not get back to Bodie.’”
“Unless Boadicea is planning on waddling over here behind Braun’s back, I doubt she’ll find out I brought her sister for a night out socializing with friends.” Daddy chuckled, the sound vibrating into Alicia. “Not until tomorrow, anyway.”
“Socializing,” Saul repeated with a snort. “Yeah, we do a lot of that.”
“You’re funny,” Daddy deadpanned, taking the pen his friend held out and filling in a form. The position of his body tilted her forward, and she tried to read the form the pen was leaving marks all over, but couldn’t make any sense of it. “Okay, princess, your turn now. Think you can stand long enough to scribble your name on this piece of paper?”
“I guess.” She glanced nervously to the side as more people filed in behind them, and felt dread curdle in her belly. Oh no, she couldn’t attempt to write in front of anyone. Her pathetic handwriting was a point of shame—deep, merciless shame. “Can we go home?”
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