He growled in my ear, and I turned my head and smiled.
“I see you think that’s funny.”
I froze, even though his hand kept moving and pleasure twisted higher and tingled along my shaft to throb on my cockhead. “Sorry, Daddy. Was I not supposed to?”
“I wasn’t reprimanding you, I like to see you happy.” He tugged me faster, and I clung to him. My groin strained and I felt out of control. It was wonderful, and my body was like a desert, so ready for relief to wash through me. It had been too long since I had something good and just for me.
“Daddy,” I gasped, and he covered my lips with his and caressed a light stroke around my cockhead with his thumb.
My orgasm hit and I shook in his arms as sharp waves of delicious heat rolled through me while my balls emptied. The joy lit up my insides and I fucked against the tight ring of his fingers. He encouraged me to keep going with a hand on my ass that urged me forward faster. All at once exhausted, I leaned heavily against him. It was over and I already missed it.
“Thank you.”
He kissed my forehead and a lightness flitted through my chest, and then he huffed out an amused sound and stared at his hand before untucking his nice shirt and using the tail to wipe my mess clean. He fixed his clothes quickly, and even though I knew he was probably in a hurry to get back to whatever he should be doing, he didn’t make me move away.
Daddy chuckled, but the sound had an oddness to it that made me glance up. There was too much strain around his eyes—he wasn’t pleased. My mood crashed because I’d thought he was satisfied with me.
“Here.” He tucked me back in and helped me get presentable at lightning speed, and when we both looked fine, he gave me one last kiss on the forehead.
“We’ll.... We’ll talk about this at home, okay?” He smiled at me, but it seemed tense, and that shook me. I’d been feeling so great, and now... what could be wrong already? Was it me? Did I not do as good a job as he’d said? Did I onlythinkhe felt good? Was I not paying attention or remembering wrong like Perry always told me? My heart raced and I got a swirling sensation in my body like maybe I was going down a drain.
“Daddy?” I grasped his wrist, and he held my hand, not shoving me off. I relaxed into the touch. “Are you good?”
He closed his eyes. “You made me feel better than I ever have.”
A pleased thrill zipped through me and some of the weirdness that had been living in my brain went back to sleep. I was sure the confusion would bother me another time, but for now it wasn’t.
“Why don’t you go back to help the Sisters and do whatever they need, okay? They’ll have a few things as the night goes on. I’ll be along in a minute.” He patted my hand, and I let him go.
Nodding, I opened the door. The light outside was almost blinding, and I waited for my eyes to adjust before I stepped over the threshold. Leaning against the middle of the confessionals was Daddy’s friend, Mr. Jericho, and he gave me a jaunty wave and a wink.
“Getting in some prayer time, huh? On your knees?” He looked ready to explode into a million giddy pieces as his lips twitched. The overhead lights made his blond hair glow as if he’d earned a halo.
I gaped. “How did you know?”
“You—ugh. Well, you got a little something right here,” he said, pointing at his own chin.
I wiped the back of my hand on my chin, and he snorted out a laugh. I glared at my clean hand. “Did not. That was mean.”
Daddy put a hand on my back and nudged me forward, and Mr. Jericho stared at him with big eyes as he came out to stand beside me.
“Father, what do you want me to do?” I asked, feeling good that I’d remembered the rule again—no calling him Daddy in the church.
“Go do as I asked. Everything will be fine, I promise.” He eyed up his friend, but I couldn’t stand leaving without one last hug, so I spun and wrapped my arms around his waist to squeeze him close. He hugged me back, and then I rushed off to do what he’d said because I didn’t want to give him a reason to punish me.
Taking deep breaths, I returned to the hall. There were several people browsing clothes—two women with kids, an old man, and a very young couple who had to still be in their teens. The food tables were looking thin, so I went over to one of the women with kids and tried to smile at her. “Do you want me to get a bag of food together for you?” I bent to grin at the little girl clinging to her mother’s leg, and the boy standing next to her, who bounced a rubber ball, the kind you could get for a quarter out of a machine, without looking at anything else.
“Thank you, that would be great,” she said with a smile. “We have no allergies, I can use anything.”
Nodding, I glanced toward Sister Joan, and she gave me a grin. I was starting to like the nuns. I kept helping people until no one was left in line, but Daddy still wasn’t back, and I was starting to get concerned. He’d said he would come find me. The outside doors had been locked by the time I started to worry for real.
The nuns gave me a few more last-minute jobs to do, and I’d just finished sweeping the floor when Mr. Jericho gestured me over toward the doors that led out into the church. My stomach sank as I went to him, and I crossed my arms and shivered. The expression on his face, sad and maybe frustrated, had me stressed.
“I’m going to be blunt,” he said as I stopped near him, voice lowered so no one else could hear. “I shouldn’t have done what I did earlier. I caused a problem that wouldn’t have had to exist, because I thought it was funny, but it turned out Gian didn’t. I might’ve been an asshole.” He shrugged. “I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you,” I said, because he seemed as if he needed to hear it, and he dropped his head for a second to stare at the floor between us.
“Do you want to go to a shelter or back to Gian’s place?”
