Daddy is panting as he sets his forehead against mine. He’s also smiling, which makes my heart soar. He’s pleased. He’s happy. I didn’t even know what I was doing, and still, he was satisfied.
“Angel…” he breathes against my lips.
I return his smile. “You’re not disappointed?” I run my palms up and down his back.
He chuckles. “If you ever ask me a question like that again, I will spank your bottom until you can’t sit. You could never disappoint me.”
I clench around his cock, gripping it. It’s hard not to giggle as I say, “Are you disappointed, Daddy?”
He laughs. “Naughty girl. Did June not tell you that you don’t have to misbehave to get your bottom spanked?”
“She did. She said you wouldn’t mind if I just asked you to spank me. But it seems more fun to break the rules.”
“My Little girl has done a one-eighty in the last fourteen days.”
I shrug. “You know you like it.”
“I know I love it.” He kisses my lips sweetly, still buried deep inside me, and then whispers, “I know I love you.”
I whimper against his lips and kiss him back. “I love you, too.” I mean it. I never expected to love someone. Not ever. Certainly not a man. But here I am, and I really love Cannon.
“Will you still love me after I spank your bottom?” he teases.
“Yes.” I smirk as though spanking me is no big deal. I really have no idea whether it is or not. Both Cannon and June have told me several times that spanking is different for everyone. Some people love it and go out of their way to make sure they get their bottoms swatted every day. Some like it hard. Some like a gentle swat. Some people hate it and immediately negotiate it out of their arrangement, be that an age-play agreement or any other relationship.
Apparently, I won’t know until I try it. What I do know is that Daddy doesn’t mind either way. He’s told me spanking is not something that makes or breaks things for him. He’s put it off because he doesn’t want to risk triggering me, but I’m ready. It’s my choice. One I’ve made without outside influence.
The moment Daddy eases out of me, I sigh. I wish he could stay inside me. I like the connection. It’s not rational to wish he could stay inside me forever, but it felt so good. Like we were one body.
He slides off the edge of the bed and kisses me again. “Don’t move. Let me get a washcloth and clean you up.”
I don’t move an inch, not because he ordered me not to but because I’m too sated to lift a limb. I watch as he pads from the room, his fantastic ass in my line of sight.
Every day, I’m shocked by how much I enjoy being with this man—looking at him, having him touch me, snuggling with him… The list is long. I never thought I would want to get near a man, but it would seem that when the right one comes along, things change.
Daddy is back in a few minutes, and he’s holding a wet washcloth. My cheeks flush when he spreads my legs and gently cleans my pussy and inner thighs. He cares for me in every way.
I’ve watched him for two weeks, wondering when he would grow too tired to keep up the charade. Surely he would eventually turn to me and say, “Fix your own sandwich, whore. I’m busy.” But no. Never. Like June told me, he is energized and gets his fuel from taking care of me. It pleases him.
It’s in the Daddy handbook. They spend their lives looking for the perfect woman who will enjoy being cared for in that way. When they find that woman, they never let her go.
I hope Cannon never lets me go.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Cannon
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My heart is full. I’ve been counting my blessings every day for fourteen days. I wake up every morning feeling like I’ve won the lottery. And I go to bed every night…wishing my girl was in my bed and not down the hall. I can’t lie about that. I hope she will agree to sleep in my bed from tonight onward.
I know she has issues with beds. She’s been sleeping on a mattress on the floor for four years, and being up higher makes her nervous. Plus, she likes to be under the window. Being able to see the moon, stars, and streetlights makes her feel less confined. I think those things connect her to the world. For years, she felt less alone when she stared at the sky. It was the same sky that everyone all over the globe could see. It gave her an odd sense of connectivity.
I have a plan that I hope will make her feel safe in my bed, in my arms. If it doesn’t work, I’ll figure something out, but I don’t want her to spend any more nights down the hall. I sleep with one eye and ear open every night, making sure I can leap up and get to her fast if she’s having a nightmare.
It’s something I’m trained to do. In the Army, every time I was deployed, I slept with an ear and eye open. I’m used to it. But if she were in my arms, we would both sleep better.
I bend over and kiss my girl. “Do you still want Daddy to spank you, Little one?”
