“Giving you what you need doesn’t just make me happy,” he murmured, taking us both in hand, “it’s something I don’t think I can live without.”
The feel of his hard length against mine sent fire racing through me. But even more than that, it was his hand. He’d known exactly what I needed, and he was in complete control. I didn’t have to worry about my parts not working, not with Daddy. His control made it impossible to doubt that I would be able to finish.
He was in charge, so I would.
He kissed me as he pressed our shafts together. Murmured more fairy-tale words as he started stroking. I sighed, the sex happening slow and safe and satisfying, like I’d never experienced before. So I just… let go.
I let his sweet words flow around me like water, aware only of him and what he was leading me toward. My body flushed with heat and I made soft, needy sounds as he handled me, but that was all background. I was aroused, but without it feeling stressful, without it feeling urgent. I’d come when Daddy got me there, because it was up to him, not me.
And while it was happening, there was only his scent. His heartbeat, his chest pressed against mine. His fingers, strong and sure, pulling my deepest desires from me with every stroke. Keeping them safe for me, here in the dark that he’d transformed into a safe space, too.
And for a few magical moments, while he slowly worked us to completion, I let the future I’d have to face without him fade away, and pretended I could stay here. That I could have a different one altogether. A future where he meant all the fairy-tale words he said.
A future where none of it ever had to end.
* * *
The next timeI woke up, the room was bright with morning sun and my parts were itchy with dried cum and the hotel phone next to the bed was ringing.
I blinked at it groggily, not wanting to move.
Also, not being able to make sense of why a phone like that would be ringing.
People still used those?
But then I remembered that the room was Edward’s, and he was the owner and did a lot of important business, so therefore, the call was probably important. And since the phone was on my side of the bed—
“Mine,” Edward mumbled, his arms tightening around me to keep me in place when I tried to stretch across the bed to reach it.
I smiled, pressing back against him before I remembered why I’d started to pull away in the first place. “Um, I think you’ve got a business call?”
The phone rang again, the ringtonesupershrill and annoying, and Daddy groaned.
“Ignore it,” he said, nuzzling against my neck while his hands started to roam all over my body like he owned me.
Yes, please. For as long as he was willing.
“But what if… if it’s important?” I asked breathlessly, pressing my butt against his crotch as hot, vivid memories of all the different ways he’d promised to use my hole crashed through me.
Maybe he would finally do that this morning?
Maybenow?
“You’reimportant,” he growled, rolling all the way on top of me, and then—
And then the phone rangagain.
He cursed, and I giggled, and then he stretched out an arm to snag the receiver and barked an irritated sounding “What?” into it.
I bit back a smile. Maybe it made me a bad person, but it wasn’t the awfullest thing in the world to have him get cranky about being interrupted from… from doing what he’d hopefully been about to do to me.
And that he’d hopefully getbackto doing to me, just as soon as he took care of business.
The faint, muffled cadence of a female voice filtered through from the phone, his face went through a complicated jumble of expressions. Then he rolled off me, shooting me a look that I’d almost have called… sheepish?
He mumbled an apology into the phone, propping himself against the headboard, then tugged me against him, tucking me right against his side with one arm around me to keep me close.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said to the caller as he cuddled me. I could just make out a burst of shrillness in response, and Edward laughed. “Well, okay, fair enough,” he told her, “since it sounds like I’m older than you are…”
