"This is a bad idea," he muttered. "Especially having seen what I just did."
He lifted the blanket on his side and my breathing quickened as he climbed in beside me. I tried to steady myself. If I wasn't careful, he'd realize I wasn't asleep. We were only inches from each other. If I rolled even a little, we'd be touching.
What had he seen? I wanted to ask, but I knew even if we weren't in this situation, he'd never tell me. Daddies kept secrets for each other. That much I knew.
A rough, warm hand fell on my face and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Callahan cupped my cheek and stroked my skin.
"You're so much prettier than the girls down there. They don't compare."
He'd been drinking. His breath on my face smelled like mint, but he must have spilled some of his whiskey on himself at some point because while faint, the scent was still there. It mixed with his cologne in a familiar, intoxicating mess. I clenched my thighs together and closed my eyes completely.
"Eleanor, I shouldn't want you like this. This is so wrong. You're..."
I waited. I was what? His Young Lady? His best friend's girl?
"Such a cunt."
I jerked slightly, and he chuckled but didn't seem to register my movements as anything other than restlessness. His hand moved away from my face.
"But I think that's why I like you so much. When I spanked you, it was the hottest thing I've ever done with a girl. I'd never been that hard before."
My heart was going crazy. I worried that he'd be able to hear it through my chest.
"Fuck, I don't know if I can do this." He shifted, and suddenly I felt movement from his side of the bed. It was fast and short jerks.
He was stroking himself.
A deep groan came from his throat, confirming it.
"Oh, Eleanor, sweet, cunty, Eleanor."
I wasn't sure how to feel that he was pleasuring himself as he said mean things about me. It was... doing interesting things to me. Excitement pooled between my legs and my body ached to be touched.
I'd never considered touching myself...
Would it feel as good as when he'd touched me?
"How I'd love to be the one to shut you up with my dick. I'd make you choke."
I could hardly breathe thinking about it. He reached his hand out, finding my breast over my nightgown. "Fuck, you're perfect." He ran his thumb along my nipple, causing it to rise from the new, thrilling sensation.
Even Milton had never dared touch me there.
"Would you wake up if I..." His words trailed off and he pinched my nipple between his fingers. A soft gasp escaped my lips and it worked to spur him on. His stroking grew faster, more furious. Suddenly his breath hitched and something warm hit my thighs and belly.
He groaned loudly as he pumped his hand, spilling the rest of himself on me. I lay as still as I possibly could, despite the utter shock of what he’d just done.
The evidence was on me.
What do I do?
I felt disgusted but also incredibly... needy.
I nearly leaped out of my skin when Callahan reached out, running his fingers over the mess, and wiping it off my thighs.My lips parted as I tried to relax.
"Such a good girl, and you don't even know it."
His fingers found my lips and he ran his pointer finger along my bottom lip.
