I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He crashes his mouth to mine, taking my breath away. My mouth parts and his tongue explores every crevice. Every secret I hold in my lips is now his as he delves deeper, licking from roof to every corner, tasting my desire as if sampling a new cuisine in a foreign land.
With his firm hands he grabs my arse and yanks me towards him. Our chests flush, his dick presses against my clit. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along my jaw, to my neck, caressing me with his hot breath.
“Do you keep a wrapper in your wallet? Tell me where, and I’ll get it.”
He scrapes his teeth along my neck. “I can’t fuck you.”
My body stills and I push against his chest as my own deflates, but he holds me in place.
“I fucking want to, believe me, but I won’t take you like this.” A vein pulses in his neck as he strains to resist me.
Baby steps, he’s only just kissed me. Guilt mars his face. He’s never fully healed from the past. He’s tormented by it daily, even in the way he needs to control my movements.
I run my fingers through his hair. “You said you’d take care of me.” I hold his face in my palms, forcing him to look into my eyes. “And I need taking care of now, Daddy.”
With small nips at my lip and jaw, he whispers with heavy breaths, “Grind your little bud against my dick until you come, petal. Use my dick to make yourself feel good.”
My eyes widen with excitement that even though he’s denying me the thing I want most, he’s meeting me halfway. Maybe that’s all he can offer right now and I’ll take it. My greedy pussy takes it, too, and I rock my hips again, the warmth of his dick hitting my clit at the perfect angle.
We stare off, breaths panting, chests grinding, hands exploring.
“That’s it, baby girl.”
Hearing the words roll off his tongue adds fuel to my already blazing core, and I detonate. “Kane.” Holding onto his shoulders, I throw my head back.
“I’m here, petal. I got you.” He takes over, riding me from the bottom, thrusting his thick dick against my soaked centre. Fingers dig into my fleshy behind, holding me in place as he uses me for the friction he desperately needs. “Look at me, Vi.”
When he says my name, it’s like a homing beacon, drawing me back to him from the clouds. I tilt my head forward, resting against his forehead. He thrusts against me over and over, my body boneless, resting against his, unable to move as another orgasm crests.
Tingles course through my limbs, causing me to shake uncontrollably. It’s too much, but he keeps his bruising thrusts, holding me tight against him as if we’re fused together in fire.
He gazes into my eyes with all the love he has for me and the desire as he grunts out, spilling his warmth between us and sending me spiralling with him into a new world.
My head rests against his shoulder, his arms hold me tight against him, both of us catching our breath. I don’t think I could move if I wanted to, squished against his hard muscles, my body moulds to him, imprinting each rigid bump into my soft curves.
His knuckles run up and down my spine. “Tired?”
I sigh and hum against him, nuzzling into the crevice of his neck and shoulder, afraid if I move, this moment will be lost and he’ll go back to rejecting his feelings.
His lips find my cheek. “I’ll always take care of you. Even when you don’t know what you need.” He lifts my chin, bringing my mouth to his and runs his tongue along my bottom lip, coaxing my mouth into a slow, passionate kiss. I can barely keep my eyes open, and I submit to him fully as he takes the kiss deeper. “Let’s get you to bed. Daddy’s gonna tuck you in.”
Using his t-shirt, he wipes between us, then I lift myself from him and pick my dressing gown from the floor. He pulls his jeans up, but doesn’t bother buckling his belt, then takes hold of my hand, interlacing our fingers, leading me upstairs. My heart races at the prospect of sleeping in his bed, safe in his arms all night, but he opens my bedroom door, and my chest caves.
He steps into the room with me and pulls back my duvet. I sit on the bed, taking his hand in mine. “Stay the night with me.”
His silence tells me he isn’t going to. Instead, he tugs my dressing gown off my shoulders and pulls the duvet over my chest, tucking me in with a single kiss on my temple. He hangs my dressing gown on the wardrobe door, then turns out my light. “Night, Vi.”
21
KANE
After another dreadful night with little sleep, I crack her door open to check on her. Bright hair spreads across her pillow like flames igniting my soul. The sun poking through the curtain, bathes her tits in a celestial glow, like a guardian angel watching over her while she sleeps. My gaze stops at the blanket covering her belly and the small tattoo I long to kiss.
I close her door and my eyes as I think of Ali. Pressing my forehead against the wall of Vi’s room, I whisper, “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” But I’m not sure who I’m saying sorry to or for what. There are too many things I need to atone for, and now Vi’s added to that long list.
A need for air overwhelms me and I head downstairs and out into the crisp dawn morning. Once in the workshop, I get to work on the desk for Vi. I should’ve finished this ages ago. She deserves better. I open the tin of wax and, with a cloth, rub the wax into the dark wood.
