After getting her situated in the bed, he climbed in next to her. When she rolled to face him, he once again enveloped her in his arms, the stuffed animals pressed between them.
He tenderly kissed her forehead. “Yes, sweetie, you are my very, very good girl. Go to sleep. I called in. I’m all yours today, or for as long as you need me. I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”
Closing her eyes, she crashed into sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Six
When Gabe awoke, the bedroom TV was on, volume turned down so low she almost couldn’t hear it. Her face was still tucked against Bill’s shoulder. In sleep she’d draped a leg over his, wrapping herself around him.
He nuzzled the top of her head. “Good morning, sweetie.”
“Morning?” She felt horrible, eyes swollen, mouth fuzzy, feeling hungover without even having had the benefit of alcohol.
“Well, afternoon. It’s a little after one. Feeling better?”
She took a deep breath and let it out again before considering his question. “I don’t know.”
“Okay. That’s a start. Do you feel like talking about it yet?”
She sniffled, her mind thinking back to where she was almost twenty-four hours earlier. “Yeah,” she whispered.
He shifted position a little, propping himself up on one arm so he could face her. He unwedged Max and Lil Lobo from between them and sat them on her tummy. He fingered the stuffed animals’ outfits. “Want to start here, or elsewhere?”
She looked into his face, but didn’t read anything there except love and concern. He wasn’t making fun of her, or light of what happened.
He really wanted to hear it.
She touched the shirt Max wore. “I needed a laptop charger.”
Bill didn’t comment. He patiently waited for her to continue.
“There was a Build-A-Bear store there in the mall, right across the way. And a Sanrio store. Right there, like it was meant to be.”
Still no interruption.
Sniffling, she backed up and filled in the blanks about the message from her cousin, and flying up to visit Maria.
The stuffed animals on her grandmother’s shelves and Maria’s empty brain.
He reached out and stroked Max’s head with one finger, but didn’t say anything.
Forcing herself to look into his eyes, she said, “I made a choice.”
He met her eyes, his head cocked to the side, but didn’t speak.
“The past can’t hurt me anymore if I don’t let it. I thought I was in control, but it was always controlling me. I don’t have to let it control me anymore.”
He nodded, his gaze burning into hers. She could tell he wanted to say something, but sensed she wasn’t done. He refused to lead the witness. He’d make her get it all out, once and for all.
“I saw they’ve got openings in the Sarasota office. I could transfer.”
Now fear set in, hot, heavy, sending her heart pounding in her chest.
She could barely make herself say it, but she knew she had to. “I am your good girl, Daddy,” she whispered. “If you still want me.”
His expression softened, flowing, melting into a loving smile that started her crying again. He took the stuffed animals from her and set them on the bedside table before pulling her into his arms.
“Yes,” he said into her ear, “of course I want you. I think I’ve wanted you from that first night we met at the munch. And yes, you are my good girl. You’re my very good girl, and I am so, so proud of you.”
She held on tightly, clinging to him, her tears this time not a fraction as intense as the night before, relishing the way he held her, firmly, not letting go of her until he was ready to do so. “You belong to me, sweetie, and you’re my very, very good girl. Always.”
Eventually, he rolled her onto his back and palmed her cheeks. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart. You need to say it.”
“I want to be with you, Sir.”
He brushed at her tears with his thumbs. “I want to be with you, too. We don’t have to do it like that if you don’t want to, though.”
“I want to, Sir.”
When he kissed her, she felt the rest of her grief and pain swept away like dead leaves ahead of a stiff breeze. Her soul felt clean, fresh, ready.
She felt ready.
Even better, for the first time she could remember in all of her adult life, she knew what true peace felt like, peace at a cellular level, of being at ease and knowing everything would be all right.
He nodded. “We’ll take it slow, okay? Step by step. I don’t want to screw this up. I don’t need anything from this relationship except you. So whatever form our relationship needs to take to make you happy, I’m good with that. Vanilla, kinky, something in between, I don’t care, as long as we’re together. Understand?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
The corner of his mouth quirked in a smile, amused. “Then again, maybe I’ll have you call me that all the time.”
“I hope so, Sir.”
* * * *
They were both hungry, but she wanted a shower before anything else happened. With the bathroom steaming up around them, they stepped into the shower in the master bathroom and he took his time washing her, his lips exploring her flesh without even making any overt sexual advances.
It still made her wet. Maybe even more than had he just staked his ownership of her right off the bat with his cock.
He nibbled on her ear. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
She nipped at his throat. “You got me horny, Sir.”
“Oh. Did I?”
She didn’t even need to look to see his smile because his tone of voice told her everything she needed to know. “Yes, Sir.”
He knelt in front of her, making her brace her hands on his shoulders. Then his lips closed on her clit, his tongue flicking as he licked and sucked on her. It took him less than a minute to drive her hard and fast over the edge with an orgasm that felt so good and so sweet it started her tears again.
When he stood up to hold her against him, he slowly rocked her. “Are you really all right?”
“Better than I’ve ever been.”
He reached between her legs, two fingers effortlessly slipping along her clit and into her soaked pussy. She spread them wider, not resisting when he turned her around to face the wall. She braced herself with her hands against the cool tile and moaned when she felt him rub the head of his cock up and down her slit.
When he sank his cock inside her, she moaned again, louder, happy to feel him fucking her.
He took his time, slowly stroking his cock in and out as he played with her clit with one hand. “Give me another one, sweetie. I won’t come until you do.”
She was so horny she thought she could hump a doorknob and get off. It didn’t take him long to make her come a second time, and that was when he started really fucking her, hard and fast until he let out a long, satisfied moan before burying his cock deep inside her.
He pressed himself along her back, kissing her shoulder. “That’s how every day should start.”
She hooked an arm around him, not wanting to let go. “Absolutely.”
He nipped, a little bit of teeth making her pleasantly shiver. “What was that?”
She grinned. “Absolutely, Sir.”
“Much better.”
* * * *
After breakfast, they returned home and to the bedroom. He stopped by the bathroom to wash up first before joining her on the bed. He tied her in a chest harness that made her breasts jut out and held her wrists behind her back. He laid on the bed, on his back, knees bent.
“Sit on my cock, sweetheart.” With his help staying balanced, she managed to swing a leg over him without tumbling off the bed and slowly settled her dripping cunt down over his stiff cock. The position left her open to his view, able to reach her clit and nipples with his fingers, which he tweaked in turn, making her moan.
He grinned and held up the Hitachi. “Get comfy, sweetheart.?
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Her eyes widened in surprise as he flicked the vibrator on and pressed it against her exposed clit.
She let out a cry, barely able to stay upright as the orgasm drilled through her brain. With his cock buried all the way to the hilt inside her, it only served to intensify the sensation, pressing against her G-spot with every contraction her muscles made.
He pulled the vibrator away after a moment, giving her time to catch her breath. “Holy crap, that was hotter than hell. That is definitely something going into our regular play rotation. Let’s do it again!”
Before she could object, he’d pressed the buzzing Hitachi against her clit again. As before, her body responded, out of her control, this time him keeping her coming a little longer, until she was gasping and shaky and afraid she might pass out.
He reached up with his free hand and plucked at her nipples, back and forth, getting them hard and erect and making them ache in a deliciously good way that seemed hard-wired straight to her clit.
“That’s what I wanted to see.” He turned off the vibrator and reached over to the bedside table, where he pulled out a set of nipple clamps. He held them up. “You want to take these for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”
It was hard to nod. She felt the soft blanket of subspace wrapped around her. She’d do any and everything he wanted. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Ask me.”
“Daddy, please use your nipple clamps on me.”
“Oh, such a good girl!”
She let out little yips as he clamped them to her nipples. A chain hung between them. He hooked a finger over it as he picked up the Hitachi again with his other hand. “Let’s continue, shall we?” He turned the vibrator on. “My good girl needs to come.”
He pressed the vibrator against her clit at the same time he lightly tugged on the chain.
She screamed, unable to keep her eyes open through the waves of pleasure swirling around her, dragging her down like a vortex of electrified nerves.
“Come,” he sternly ordered. “Keep coming for me. Don’t you dare stop until I tell you to.”
The tears came, and she didn’t know from where. It felt like her brain’s connection to her body had short-circuited somewhere. White-hot pleasure seared every fiber of her being, the delicious tug on her nipples only making the overwhelming buzz from the vibrator that much better.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Keep squeezing my cock like that. Such a good girl.”
She threw her head back, long series of wordless moans competing with her lungs for breath. She wasn’t sure how she could survive this if he didn’t stop soon.
And her greatest fear was that he would stop.
She gasped again when he pulled the vibrator away from her clit, this time trying to catch her breath.
“Look at me.”
She forced her eyes open and tried to focus on him.
“Who’s my good little sex toy?”
“I am, Sir.”
“Who’s going to let me fuck her however I want, and whenever I want?”
“Me, Sir.”
He tugged on the nipple clamp chain. How can something painful feel sooo fucking good?
She didn’t know and didn’t care, but she was a lot closer now to understanding how some people enjoyed being beaten. If their partners could make them feel like this, she got it.
Totally.
“Who’s going to beg me to let her suck my cock every morning when I wake up with a hard-on?”
“Me, Sir!”
As his sexily evil grin spread, she knew she was lost and welcomed it.
“Who wants to worship my cock and balls and ass right now?”
“Me, Sir!”
He let go of the chain, put down the vibrator, and helped her lean to the side enough that she could get a leg up and let him slide free. His stiff cock withdrew from her cunt, still hard and ready.
He scooted farther up the bed, spreading his legs and drawing them up to his chest. It left his cock, balls, and the crack of his ass exposed to her. “Beg me.”
“Please, Sir, can I worship your cock and balls and ass?”
“Oh, such a good girl. Of course you can.”
It was a little clumsy at first, with her hands behind her back, but she got herself flopped down onto the bed and buried her face between his legs, engulfing his cock first, all the way to the root.
She loved tasting herself on him, worked her way down to his balls, and laved them with her tongue.
His voice sounded hoarse, strained. “Lower, sweetheart.” He grabbed his cheeks and spread them. Now she understood why he’d washed up and she had a moment to think about how considerate he was before working her tongue in there.
It was his turn to rock his hips in time with her movements. “Yes, sweetheart. Just like that.”
She shoved her tongue against his rim, up to his taint, sucked on his balls and licked his cock before going down again. Up and down, until he was moaning.
“Suck my cock, baby. Drain my balls.”
She dove onto it as he grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth, controlling her, using her. It was hard to say who moaned louder, her or him when he exploded, and she eagerly began swallowing every drop of cum he pumped out.
He lay there for a moment, catching his breath, his fingers still buried in her hair. Then she felt him move and the vibrator clicked on again. He made her release his cock and rolled her onto her back. “Such a good girl,” he said. He kissed her, pressing the Hitachi against her, sliding the attachment deep inside her cunt and holding it in place.
She screamed, Bill swallowing every last sound she made, fucking her with the Hitachi. He lifted his head. “Fuck it, sweetheart. Fuck that thing.” He sat up and grabbed the chain and tugged, reminding her why her nipples were deliciously hurting and making her cry out again.
He leaned in, voice deep, stern. “Fuck that thing. Show me what a good girl you are for me.”
She stared up into his eyes, her hips rocking, unable to stop herself, following his orders as best she could.
His gaze narrowed, lips curling in that smile. “Who’s going to fuck that vibrator all day long if I order her to?”
“Me, Sir.”
He nipped her lower lip. “That’s right, sweetheart. You are my beautiful girl and my perfect little toy and I’m going to use you any way, any time, any how I want. And you want me to do that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ask me.”
Another wave rolled through her. “I…I’m your little toy and I want you to use me however you want and whenever you want.”
He grinned. “Close enough.” He lifted the chain, pulling her nipples. “One more and I’ll let you stop coming. Come!”
She didn’t know how her body could even process the order. Sensory overload hit her, her body beyond her control and his words drilling right to the center of her nervous system. Her cunt contracted around the vibrator and she gave up trying to keep her eyes open as she cried out.
After he was satisfied she’d obeyed, he shut off the vibrator and withdrew it from her. Then he gently removed the nipple clamps. Rolling her onto her side and off her hands, he held her cradled against him. “And that, sweetheart, is me. The real me. Are you sure you still want me?”
Still slick with her tears, she nuzzled her face against his chest. “Yes, Daddy. I love you and want you.”
He let out what sounded like a relieved sigh. “That’s my good girl. My sweet, beautiful girl.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Bill went with Gabe when she returned home to Miami a couple of days later to begin the process of moving. She’d asked for, and received, another week’s vacation.
She’d figure out how to break the news to Walker that she was requesting a transfer once she got the move mostly completed. Bill assured her even if something fell through, she could likely get a job with Sarasota or Charlotte counties.
Or even not work, if she so chose.
He l
eft it up to her to decide that, and she loved him even more for it.
When she unlocked her door, a note under it on the other side surprised her. It was from her next-door neighbor, who had taken receipt of packages for her in the past.
Hi, Gabe. UPS brought several large boxes for you. I have them for you because I was afraid they might get stolen. If I’m not home, call my cell.
Delores
Bill read the note over her shoulder. “Boxes?”
“Huh.” She went next door and knocked, Bill following her.
“Just a minute.” A moment later, Delores opened the door. She was a widowed retiree who always made cookies for everyone on their floor during holidays. “Oh, Gabe. There you are.”
Gabe put her hands on her hips. “How many times have I told you to look through the peephole? You have to be more careful, even in our building.”
Delores opened the door wider and waved her off. “I heard you come home, heard your voice. I suspected it was you.” She broadly smiled. “And who is this? Introduce me, young lady.”
Gabe felt a little heat wash through her face. “Delores Isaac, this is Bill Thomas.” She looked up at him. “He’s my boyfriend.”
Delores’ face beamed. “Boyfriend? You never told me you had a boyfriend,” she scolded, reaching for his arm. “Well, come in, come in!”
Bill looked bemused and let the woman lead him inside her apartment. “Nice to meet you, Delores.”
“You think you’re getting out of here before I have a chance to talk to you, think again. I’m going to hold her boxes hostage until you have at least a few cookies.”
She didn’t let go of his arm until she’d marched him over to the eat-in counter at her kitchen and made him sit on one of the barstools. Delores had a larger unit than Gabe’s, with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a larger great room area. Sometimes her children or grandchildren came down from up north to stay with her, but the independent woman steadfastly refused their attempts to get her to move back north now that she was widowed.
Gabe snickered as Bill threw a “rescue me” look at her over his shoulder. She just shrugged and followed them to the counter. She was used to Delores taking charge and keeping her there for friendly chats.