“I did?” His eyes gleamed with tears, but his smile was breathtaking.
“You did.” I squeezed his hands tighter.
He jumped toward me, and I released his hands so he could wrap his arms around my neck. I tensed, then relaxed and hugged him back.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re very welcome.” I chuckled gently and smoothed my hands up and down his back. “I’m so proud.”
Jericho’s words echoed in my head—he thought Phoenix was apleaser, and all I had to do was keep complimenting him, telling him what a good job he was doing. I could do that.
He leaned back and kissed me on the lips, something I wasn’t expecting, and I was paralyzed. The contact was broken as quickly as it began, and he smiled widely. My heart pumped so fast that it hurt, and my breath escaped me. How long had it been since a man’s lips had touched mine? Too long, and the sensation was mind-blowing. Fire shot south and my cock was already filling.
“I need... to go.” I jumped to my feet.
He opened his mouth to say something, but I rushed out of the office and straight across the church to the confessional, the one place I could hide. I opened the door and stumbled into the far right box, then closed it tightly behind me. My chest rose and fell fast, and I touched my hand to my throat. My cock pounded, hard as a pew already.
Fuck.
Someone knocked on the door, and Phoenix’s words carried to me. “Daddy? Do you want me to suck you off? I can come in there and do it.”
I stared Heavenward.God, where are you now? This temptation is too great. How will I ever survive?
“Daddy, I’m coming in.”
I closed my eyes as the door to the confessional opened.
7
PHOENIX
The scentof the wood polish that made the confessional gleam reminded me of lemons and limes.Mom makes key lime pie for the Fourth of July.The thought had me blinking for a moment before I pushed the door the rest of the way open and slipped inside. My mind wanted to drift backward in time, but if I allowed that to happen I might miss something here and now. Get into trouble. I wouldn’t upset Daddy by accident. No, I would pay attention. I shoved the handle behind myself until the latchsnicked, then blinked because of the dimness. Daddy stood leaning against the corner with his hand over his eyes, taking deep breaths. His hard cock pushed out the front of his black pants—the same distracting way it had his pajama pants this morning—and told me without a doubt he needed me.
Why wouldn’t he ask me to take care of him? It probably had something to do with him being a priest, but he should have anything he wanted. Maybe I couldn’t help him by being tough and strong, but I could make him feel good; blowjobs were one thing I’d perfected. Daddy’s jaw tightened, and I swore his trapped cock grew larger as I stared.
“Daddy, are you all right?”
He swallowed and nodded. “Do you need something? I’m taking a second to clear my head.” His voice was higher than usual, and every line of his body was tense. If I could touch him any way I wanted, I would run my fingertips through his short beard, kiss his neck, and caress my hands over his pecs. He looked so good. Strong. Confident. Everything my Daddy should be.
“Daddy, I promise this is something I can help with. I know how, I swear,” I murmured, creeping closer. My belly went warm and happy at the thought of him getting off because of me. His lips against mine had been good. I bet this would be amazing, too. “I’ll suck you off.”
“I don’t need you to help me this way, sugar.”
Some of my happiness evaporated, leaving me cold. Was I doing the wrong thing? I’d thought maybe he wanted me to anticipate what he needed, so I’d followed him.Wait—sugar?I wanted to grin at that, but now I was confused. Was he happy with me? He was calling me sweet names.
“Do.... Do you want me to go?”
He dropped his hand from his eyes and knocked his head back against the wood, the thud echoing. In here his cologne filled the space and mingled with the clean smell of the church. The dark, mysterious scent had my cock plumping, and I rubbed my abs.
“I don’t want you to ever believe this is something required of you, no matter how someone else feels. It doesn’t matter that....” He chuckled and glanced down his front. “It doesn’t matter that I’m a jackass who gets hard from one kiss. You don’t have to do anything about it because it’s my problem.”
Smiling, I moved closer until my new shoes touched the tips of his, and his hands shot out. He grabbed me by the waist and his brows furrowed.
“You’ve been so nice to me. I want you to feel good, Daddy. It means a lot, what you did back there, and earlier today. I’m happy.” There was no way for me to explain how long it had been since I’d felt excited by anything. Even before... Perry, I hadn’t been happy. I’d always been scared something was going to go wrong. I forced my thoughts away from the past as my breath raced. “I can have thoughts again. I can think things in my head other than panicking about the time passing or that I can’t get fitted sheets to fold neatly.”
“What do you mean?”
I shook my head because the years with Perry were too hard to explain. I wasn’t afraid all the time with my new Daddy. I tilted my head, hoping for another kiss, but I wouldn’t mind if he shoved me to my knees. He really did deserve anything he wanted. His strong grip on me tightened, and I gasped. I wasn’t scared of him, and that was such a revelation. Instead of worrying he’d hurt me, I thought about how good his strong fingers would feel spreading my asscheeks apart so he could fuck me.
