She knows what that means for us.
Now she’s shutting the blinds, and I have to wonder what my sweet little angel may have up her sleeve. I didn’t joke when I offered her anything. If she asked for the moon, I would figure out a way to give it to her. To make it fit in her hands.
But she didn’t ask for the impossible.
I was sure she was about to ask for a kiss, so she took me a little by surprise when she asked to cut my hair. If I’m being honest, I haven’t had it cut since I met her because the idea of another woman’s hands on me felt wrong. The idea of someone close to me touching me, made me sick.
Even if it was for something as innocent as a haircut.
A haircut she could do for me.
Now I’m in her chair, finally, watching her return to me. Her hips sway a little more than usual, and I know she’s doing it formy benefit. For her daddy’s benefit. My angel smiles, and I swear I feel a droplet of fluid at the tip of my dick. I shift in her chair, and she bites her lower lip.
“How do you like it?” she asks in a breathy tone.On top, on the bottom, from the back.The words are on my tongue. I have to bite them away. I know that’s not what she means.
“Just cleaned up.” I clear my throat. She nods and steps closer. I’m dying to reach out and grab her, rest her on my lap, but I resist.
I want to see her up close and personal while she does her thing. Not that I haven’t watched her from afar this last month. I’ve been like a dog with a bone, needing to get whatever scraps I could when trying to seek her out.
Eden moves closer, wrapping a paper strip around my neck before draping a black cape over me to protect my clothes. She does it so gracefully and confidently, I watch her in awe. It’s like watching a dance. My angel adjusts the chair so she can reach me better as she takes her place behind me.
Our eyes connect through the mirror in front of us. That’s when I see it. Everything I’m feeling. The need, ache, desire, fuck, even love reflects in her big blue eyes. I watch her lift her hands, but the moment they slide into my hair, I lose sight of her and groan.
Her magic fingers in my hair feel too damn good.
It makes my body start to relax and tingle to life all at the same time. Fuck coffee. When I need a jolt of energy, I’ll have her touch me like this. It feels so good the hard length of my cock has its own damn pulse.
“Fuck, angel,” I growl, leaning into her touch. “Your hands are magic.” She giggles, and I open my eyes. “Do whatever you think will look good.”
“Okay.” She blushes before leaning in and kissing my cheek. “Thank you for trusting me… Daddy,” she whispers. My hand moves from under the black cape and holds her thigh at my side.
“You need to be careful calling me that,” I warn. I’m trying to be a good guy. The kind of man a woman like Eden deserves, but there is only so much temptation a man like me can resist.
“Why?” she asks with a naughty smirk.
“Angel,” I growl the warning. One she simply smiles off before she leans in again, and my lungs seize. Eden presses her sweet, angelic lips against my cheek once more.
“Okay,” she whispers against my scruff skin. “I’ll be good,” she promises, and all I want to do is reward her for being a good girl for me. Instead, I nod and watch as she does her thing.
My hands hold the armrests with a white-knuckled grip the whole time. It is heaven and hell sitting for her and not being able to reach out and touch her. But I don’t want to mess up her concentration while she moves around, her hands in my hair tugging softly and then rubbing my scalp. I shut my eyes and force my body to relax. I keep them closed even after she’s done with her clippers and scissors. I don’t even open them when she brushes away the hair and pulls my cape off.
“Done,” she whispers against my face, and I open my eyes. The cut looks good. I look at her.
“Thank you, baby. It looks fantastic.”
“You’re welcome, Daddy,” she replies.
No hesitation, no doubts. Nothing but sheer confidence. Yet I find a way to stay put. My hands grip the armrests harder.
“You call me that again, angel, I’m gonna get off this chair, pick you up, and find a flat surface to show you my appreciation.” The warning is crystal clear to make sure there is no misunderstanding about what I want.
I should have been playing it cool. Fucking hell, I haven’t even kissed her yet, and I’m threatening to fuck her. But I can’thelp it. Between the loss of blood to my nether region and how fucking incredible it felt to have her tits close to my face, her scent of gardenias and sugar surrounding me while her hands were in my hair and neck, I’m a fucking goner.
I was a goddamn caveman.
My little brat licks her lips, almost silently daring me to do exactly what I just offered. It shouldn’t surprise me when she opens her mouth and seals her fate with two little words.
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