Sam
Something was up with Dylan.
For the past three days he’d just beenoff. Distant. He still acted like her Daddy, enforcing her rules and giving her space to be Little after work in the evenings, and then wringing every ounce of pleasure he possibly could from her body before tucking her into bed at night.
But there was a space between them that hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t anything concrete she could really put her finger on, but it wasthere. She knew it, and what was more, she was convinced he knew it, no matter how many times he smiled and told her everything was fine when she asked.
For once, she was up before him on a Saturday morning, and she watched him as he slept. His hair had grown out a bit and it flopped over one eye in a way that made him look impossibly young. She was mostly over feeling weird about it, even if they did sometimes get odd looks when he kissed her in public, but sometimes it just hit her straight in the chest, how very different they were.
Now, combined with that growing distance between them, she found herself wondering if he’d tired of the novelty of their relationship.
No. That wasn’t Dylan. He was herDaddy, and he’d proven over and over again that he was all in. It wasn’t fair for her to keep questioning him when he hadn’t given her any reason to doubt his feelings for her.
Annoyed with herself, she climbed out of bed to use the bathroom and brush her teeth. But on her way back to the bed, her gaze landed on the leather cuffs he’d surprised her with the night before. He’d hooked her to her headboard and then tormented her for what had felt like hours before allowing her to come. At the time, she’d had the fleeting thought that it would be a good interrogation tactic because by the time he’dfinallytaken pity on her and let her have her release, she’d been ready to do or say anything to end her torment.
Hmmm.
Moving as quietly as she could, she picked up the cuffs, sliding the leather through the buckle to open the first cuff. Her heart felt like it might actually leap out of her chest as she slid the leather around his wrist and locked it in place.
Somehow, he didn’t wake up, so she slid the second cuff between the bars of her headboard like he’d done the night before. She was just about to wrap the second cuff around his wrist when he stirred, shifting and inhaling deeply, but still, miraculously, not waking.
Maybe this was a bad idea. She wasprettysure he wouldn’t be mad about waking up tied to the bed, but he was probably going to spank the daylights out of her anyway.
But wasn’t it worth the spanking if she got the answers she needed?
Yes. Definitely yes.
Drawing on that certainty, she fixed the other cuff around his wrist and climbed back into bed, tugging the sheet down to expose his half-hard length. God, he was beautiful, which wasn’t something she’d ever expected to say about a man’s cock before. But Dylan really did have a gorgeous dick, and she loved having it inside her, any way she could get it.
Ducking her head, she swirled her tongue around the tip, focusing on that spot on the underside of his cock he enjoyed so much. The one that made his eyes cross when he was awake. And she was rewarded with a low groan of pleasure as his cock twitched beneath her.
“Such a good girl.” His voice was thick with sleep and amusement. “Good morn?—”
There was a clanging sound as the metal chain of the cuffs scraped against the wrought iron of her headboard, and she had to fight the urge to laugh when he yanked at them again.
To her relief, his deep laughter filled the room. “Naughty girl. What are you up to, Samantha Kay?”
“Playing,” she replied without lifting her head, before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could manage.
“God, baby.” His groan shot straight to her clit and if she wasn’t so determined to get answers from him, she would have climbed right on top of him and ridden them both to ecstasy. “Just like that. My good, good girl.”
Using everything she knew about him, about what he liked, she sucked and teased until she felt him tense beneath her—and then she stopped.
“Fuck, Sammie-girl.” His laughter was strained. “You’re killing me, here.”
Sitting up, she wrapped a hand around his rock-hard length, gently stroking him as she met his amused gaze. “We need to talk.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.” Nerves fluttered in her stomach. “Something’s up with you and I want to know what it is.”
Because she was so completely focused on him, she saw the moment he shut down. The moment he deliberately chose to keep his feelings from her instead of trusting her with whatever was going on.
And she grieved the loss.
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“Bullshit.”
