Not after that way he kissed me so satisfyingly.
Not after he sent Leonardo running for the hills.
Not after…
Then maybe I’m Daddy from now on.
My sex organs wind like a top, contracting, leaving me wet and winded. I didn’t even know I was capable of being turned on to such a degree. This man does it, though.
And he wants more. All of me. Tonight.
“I’ll order some room service for us, if you want to go sit on the patio.” I gesture to the private, enclosed seating area where I have my own private infinity pool overlooking the ocean. “There’s a pool. It’s heated and—”
“I will wait for you. You will come with me.”
Why does his rapt attention feel so incredible? It’s authentic and it feels like he’s studying me, so he doesn’t miss a single detail. “Okay,” I say, very aware that I’m in nothing but a wet bikini and he’s not really bothering to hide his privates anymore, now that we’re inside the room and I’ve already seen it. And them.
Geez Louise. I’ve never seen a man’s balls in real life, but I’m pretty sure they’re not supposed to be the size of two fresh picked oranges. Perfectly proportional and clean as a whistle, too. Not that I’m looking. I just…come on. It’s impossible to ignore his penis, which always remains heavily full and semi-erect. It’s almost enviable, the way he saunters through my hotel room with the utmost confidence, his male splendor on full display.
“Where do you order room service?”
I frown, pointing to the QR code affixed to the bedside table. “Oh, I just scan this and then we can order whatever we want.”
“With that little machine?” He taps the screen of my phone with his finger. “You can order food?”
“Yes.”
“No wonder humans are so lazy,” he mutters, rubbing at his square chin, his voracious gaze traveling from my toes to the crown of my head. “If we order food, does that mean I have to wait to get the cuddling started?”
Goosebumps dance down my arms. “Well, no. I guess not. I could ask them to leave it in the foyer and we could eat…later.”
“I like this plan.” He scoops me up without warning, locking his forearms beneath my booty, turning and walking toward the patio. I barely manage to place the room service order on my phone before he’s laying me down on the oversized chaise lounge and my phone goes skittering to goodness knows where. He lies down on his side to my left, head propped on his bentarm, his opposite knuckle rimming circles around my navel. “Does cuddling mean I can touch and…explore you?”
Heat envelops my skin. My tummy lining. “Usually, it means we hug. But it’s a different kind of hug, because we’re lying down.”
“I see. We are lying down naked and hugging.”
“I didn’t say naked!” I giggle.
“Iam saying naked. We’re halfway there, aren’t we?” He leans down and fastens his mouth to mine, making a hungry, resonant noise, as if I’m not going to notice him pulling aside the triangles of my bikini top and revealing my breasts to the night sky. I notice, all right. I’m just…a little too caught up in the wind of his tongue and how it makes my tummy twist to stop him. And when his palm scrapes over my bare breasts, one after the other, I arch my back, it’s so divine. I want to get closer to his touch, whimpering when he gently tweaks my nipples, rubbing the sides of them, forward and back, with his finger in a V.
“Darla,” he says in a gravelly voice, his big chest puffing up and down. “I’ve been burning alive to fuck you for my own pleasure, but I think…yes, I like watching you get yours much more. Look at the way your hips squirm and I’m only teasing your nipples.”
“It feels so good, Moby,” I whisper, thankful my bikini bottoms are already wet so he can’t see the effect he’s having on my sex. It’s drenched and getting more so by the second.
“I am going to take off the bottoms next,” he announces.
My nerves jangle. “Wait. I don’t know. I-I’m not sure…”
Slowly, his right hand skates up to my throat and takes hold of it, gently silencing my protest, and the sudden stillness causes me to take stock of the situation. I am lying flat on my back on a day bed, my breasts showing and a seven-foot-tall man is clenching my throat, albeit lightly. His face leaning down overmine, his length hard and pressing against my outer thigh. I can’t look away from his gray gaze. It’s like I’m hypnotized.
“You know as well as I do that I am going to fuck you,” he rasps, massaging the column of my throat in his massive hand. “You have allowed me to bring you somewhere alone and gotten on your back for me in this silly little suit, that will be so easy to remove, and that is exactly what I plan to do. If I don’t figure out where my cock fits inside this beautiful body, I willexplode.” He tightens his hold on my throat, leans down to kiss my gasping mouth. “I am going to take your bottoms off. All you say to that is ‘yes, Daddy.’”
“Yes, Daddy,” I eke out, not because I’m nervous or can’t breathe. No, he’s not choking me to threaten, he’s letting me feel his dominance for the first time—and every cell in my body is waking up and rushing in happy, willing circles. I still feel safe. Maybe even safer than before, because the way he looks at me is so treasuring. His touch is adoring. He marvels at me, even now, when he tells me his plans.
And I like how small I feel with him above me.
Like his little girl.
