Nothing else. Justhis.
“You’re going to come for me.”
Yes.
“You’re going to scream for me.”
I would.
“You’re going to give me everything, dollbaby. You’re going to empty it all out and give me what’s mine. Rene, you’re… you’remine.”
I was. And I would. The moment he said so, I was going to do all of it, and it would be easy, because Daddy was in charge. His words and directions and praise and commanding presence overwhelmed me in the very best possible way, and all of it, every single thing about him, reassured me at my deepest levels that it was okay to let go. That all I had to do was obey. That there was no pressure—despiteallthe pressure, growing and building and coiling within me—no pressure at all to do anything on my own. No need to worry aboutanythingother than…
Than whatever he told me to do.
Andfinally, when I felt crazy with how badly I needed it, and my body had ceased to exist outside of the hole that Daddy owned—outside of my throbbing, aching shaft and the explosive pressure that had built inside it—finally, Daddy told me to come.
“Come for me, sweetheart.Come, Rene.”
I did. I had to. It wasn’t up to me.
“Daddy,” I shouted as my whole world whited out, my body obeying him and my hole clenching so tightly it sent me straight to a heaven I hadn’t even known existed. “Oh God oh God oh God,Daddy,” I gasped out as I spurted, swelled, spilled over my fist and shot against the tile, floating away even as his finger kept fucking me through it, because nothing in the history of all of everything had ever felt as amazing as giving him this.
Coming on his command.
Letting go, lettingallthe way go, because Daddy wanted it that way.
Then—
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, his own hot seed suddenly spurting onto my hip as he thrust wildly against me, the shower water sluicing it away as quickly as he covered me in it. “Baby… baby.Fuck.You’reperfect.My perfect, perfect boy.”
It was all I wanted to be.
And if Daddy said I was, then—for now at least—I really couldn’t do anything other than believe him.
Icouldn’t. Because Daddy was in charge.
17
Edward
I knewdamn well that my boy had planned to spend the day with Sam and the other Littles once I’d confirmed my plans to wrap up the business with The Plazerra’s management team this morning, but that didn’t stop a pang of disappointment from hitting me when I returned to our room early in the afternoon to find it empty. I’d always had an all-or-nothing personality, and I would have been perfectly content keeping him with me 24/7.
Or at least as close to that as he would actually be happy with, too.
“Christ, I’m ridiculous,” I said, shaking my head with a rueful smile as I tossed my wallet, keycard, and phone onto the dresser.
I began stripping off the professional clothes I’d worn to meet with Bradley and Dennis, debating whether to go find Rene once I changed—and risk butting in on his time with his friends—or finding some work to do and keeping myself busy here in the room until he returned.
His stuffed bear, Teddy, watched me from its spot nestled between the pillows on the bed, its shiny black eyes seeming to laugh at me.
“Fine,” I said to the cute, ragged-looking little thing. “You caught me. I can’t stay away from the boy.”
Which worked out just fine, since Rene didn’t seem to want me to.
I grinned at the bear, my heart so damn full it was almost hard to… bear.
I snorted,trulyfeeling ridiculous now, and turned away from the toy to pull on a more comfortable pair of shorts and a button-up. It wasn’t just the power dynamic with Rene, or the way my heart had opened for him, or the protective instincts he stoked in me or his mouthwatering sexiness or his shy, soul-deep sweetness. He made me feel lighter inside, and I hoped to do the same for him.
