It was back, though. Jeez.Bigtime.
“That’s it,” Daddy said, smiling down at me again. “That’s my good boy.”
My head started to feel floaty again, and the constriction on my throat eased up, making me sigh and relax.
I curled my tongue around his fingers before I could help it, just for a second, and then caught my breath when his eyes crinkled at the corners like… like I’d done something right.
They were brown.
His eyes, I mean.
I hadn’t thought I liked the color before, but I’d been totally wrong. Not that I was a big fan ofallbrown—especially not the flat blah-brown shade of Max’s eyes—but Daddy’s eyes? They were rich and dark and melty, like that kind of chocolate that wasn’t very sweet but was supposed to be good for you. So dark it was almost hard to find the black circle in the middle, and so deep-looking I felt like I could drown in them.
Iwantedto drown in them.
I wanted to drown and never come up.
His hand suddenly tightened in my hair—not in a mean way, but just enough to send a sizzle through my scalp and make me feel one hundred percent fully focused and present… but at the same time, also sort of floaty and wonderful, too.
Floating was much better than drowning if Daddy was going to be my anchor, so maybe he really had meant it when he’d said he knew what I needed.
“Trust me, sweetheart,” he murmured, keeping me pinned in place just as much with his melty eyes as the grip he still had onmy hair. “Trust Daddy to take care of you. Can you let go and do that for me?”
I… I wanted to. So much.
No, I didn’t just want to. I already did.
I didn’t know why—I had no real reason to trustanyone, much less a man I’d just met—but Daddy made me feel so good, so safe and secure andseen, that I couldn’t help it.
He didn’t feel like a stranger at all, and even if it was dumb, Ididtrust him… and maybe that meant that, at least for now, I could let the rest go and do everything else he’d said, too.
Stop worrying.
Obey him.
Be good.
“That’s my good boy,” Daddy said, like somehow he could see right inside me and already knew my answer was yes, even though I hadn’t moved or said anything or evendoneanything.
But I guess I didn’t have to. I just had tobegood, and… and he really would take care of everything else.
Could it really be that easy?
Daddy slipped his fingers out of my mouth and pushed his cock back in.
“Here you go, sweetheart,” he murmured, rubbing it across my tongue a few times before going deeper. “Daddy knows what you need. Let me show you who you belong to now. I’m going to take care of you the way you deserve.”
Please. Yes. Always.
But I didn’t dwell on whether it was true or not this time, just relaxed my jaw to give him full access, moaning for him when his cock hit the back of my throat again and doing exactly what he’d told me to.
Just this.
Because nothing else mattered.
Because Daddy was in charge of the rest.
And the rush of relief once I accepted that was so huge, I almost felt dizzy from it.
