I pull out of her, panting, and go into the bathroom to get a washcloth.
While I'm gone, I hear Blake finish as well, and by the time I come back to the room, the ropes are slack, and Daisy is being eaten out by Blake.
He's lapping at the come between her legs, and the sight is oddly erotic.
He licks her, cleans her with his tongue before sucking on her clit and making her come hard again.
He makes her come at least two more times while we watch. She’s a quivering mess by the time I finally tap his shoulder to stop him.
'I think she's had enough,' I say, 'at least for now.'
He takes the washcloth from my hands and makes sure she's clean while Mav and I untie her, freeing her from the ropes.
She sits up, swaying a little and looking a bit worse for wear.
Her legs shake as she gets to her feet and goes into the bathroom.
I hear the water running. When I glance in a minute later, she's sitting in the large, round tub with her head on the side, looking half asleep and content.
'How was that?' I ask.
'Exactly what I've been missing,' she says immediately with a wide grin.
Then, she looks at me more seriously. 'Did you mean what you said?'
'About what?’ I ask.
‘That you want to fuck a baby into me?'
I wince.
'I mean, I sort of... I said it in the heat of the moment,' I stammer. 'But one day I'd love to. I mean, it's okay if you don't want to. We never have to have…'
‘No,’ she interrupts. ‘I think I do want to. Not yet, but I can see it now. I couldn't before. Do you…'
She hesitates.
‘Do I what?' I ask.
'Do you think I'd be a good mom?'
She closes her eyes. 'I mean, because of how I am, and what if I can’t deal with the sensory stuff sometimes? I…might not be very good at it,' she finishes lamely.
'You'll be the best mom, Daisy,' I say and I mean it completely. 'And whenever one of us falls short, all the rest of us will be there to pick up the slack. It's actually perfect if you think about it, there's four of us. We'll be great parents.'
She gives me a warm smile. 'I like that you think about this. The future.’
'Of course, but it's not like I've planned our whole lives together or anything,' I snort, although that's not quite the truth.
I want to continue our little conversation, but Blake arrives in the bathroom and gets into the tub with her.
He begins to wash her hair and soap her body up, taking care of her the way I know he likes to.
She lets him do whatever he wants with a small smile on her face, gasping a little when his hand goes under the water, I guess between her legs. But she doesn't seem upset that he's wanting to do more, so I roll my eyes and leave them alone.
I go to the bed, finally tired, sated, and content. There are still a few hours before I need to go and meet that detective, so I get on the bed and close my eyes, falling asleep with thoughts of our girl and what I’ll need to tell the cops to keep them away from her.
Iwake to the blare of my phone alarm, and I blink, wondering why it's waking me up so early.
