“Yeah, it’s hard to reason with a highly intoxicated person. He was a friend of a friend from the other side of the mountain. Jealous type. Controlling too. I knew it wouldn’t last, but hey, you have to kiss a few frogs.”
I smiled at his analogy. Too many frogs to count. My most recent one had already been a prince, so I must really be doing something wrong.
“I can’t help feeling that it’s my fault,” I confessed to him. “If not for choosing him, then for staying with him for so long.”
“Love is a powerful drug.”
“I’m not even sure that I loved him,” I admitted. “I think I just enjoyed the lifestyle he provided and the occasional scraps of attention he gave me. Somehow that makes it worse.”
“Whatever it was, you definitely had feelings for him, and that’s okay. Maybe it took you a while to shake the spell, but eventually you did. And here you are now, with us. I’m glad you didn’t decide to go back with him.”
“Never,” I said vehemently. Just that short interaction had put me right back in my downward spiral of doubt and self-loathing. No thank you.
“Glad to hear it. Not to toot my own horn, but I give a pretty good back rub, if you think it mighthelp you relax.”
“Even if it doesn’t, I like having your hands on me.”
“Don’t tempt me, pretty fae. We still need to have that talk.”
“A talk,” I murmured. “Should I be nervous?”
“I promise I’ll go easy on you. Now turn over.”
I rolled onto my stomach and Hiero knelt with his knees on either side of my waist. His strong, capable fingers dug into the tight muscles at the center of my back and just below my wings, gently loosening the knots of tension and turning my body into mush.
“How could anyone leave you?” I marveled at the fools who’d passed up this sexy minotaur in pursuit of greener pastures.
“Trust me, I’m as surprised as you,” he said.
I smiled into my pillow. “Tell me more about your crazy exes. It’ll make me feel better about my own poor choices.”
Hiero told me a few more horror stories, which included a jilted elemental sorcerer who’d conjured a storm cloud to follow him around town and rain only on him, as well as an incubus who was so fixated on the size of his dick, Hiero became worried for his anatomical safety. And as he regaled me with his tales, each one more absurd than the last, I was comforted to know I wasn’t the only one with questionable taste in lovers. Their loss was surely my gain, especially here and now under Hiero’s capable hands as he slowly drained the tension from my body and I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
By morning, my mind was clearer, my body refreshed, and Hiero’s morning wood was pitched taller than an elvish tower. I couldn’t help but lean over and have a little taste. (Blame it on my poor impulse control.) And by the time I’d really gotten going, my strapping minotaur was in no position to refuse.
“Good morning to you too,” he said after I’d drained him of his seed and left him shuddering and spent on his bedsheets. He raised his head to flash me a sleepy, satisfied smile. “That was a pleasant way to wake up. How are you feeling this morning?”
“Much better,” I replied, licking his remains from my lips. “You?”
“Fantastic. Come here and let’s cuddle.”
I happily climbed into his big arms so he could cradle me to his chest. But my cock was a bit of a distraction, now rather large and insistent between us, so Hiero wrapped his big fist around my shaft and instructed me on how to get myself off. His deep voice telling me exactly how to move was a turn-on like nothing else. Then we both needed to wash up. He gave me a clean t-shirt to wear and we made tea together, hardly able to keep our hands off each other while waiting for the water to boil. Only with the tea kettle screaming in the background didwe finally break away from each other. I couldn’t recall ever feeling an attraction this magnetic before, as exhilarating as it was scary.
“This reminds me of our first morning after,” I said when we were sitting across from each other at his cozy dining room table, each with a steaming cup of hibiscus tea in hand. I grinned at how awkward we’d both been.
“You couldn’t wait to get out the door,” he said.
“I thought you were anxious to be rid of me.”
“Never in a million years.” He took my hand. “And I still want to be your Daddy, if you still want that too?” he said with caution.
“I do want that,” I affirmed, hoping my run-in with Cedrych hadn’t ruined our fledgling romance. “Nothing has changed, not from my end at least.”
“I’m happy to hear it.” He sat up straighter and adopted a more serious air. “Now, as your Daddy, I’d like to make some rules for you to help you with your day-to-day routines and hold you accountable, but in order to do that, I have to know what your needs are first.” Even though his voice was stern, his soft brown eyes radiated compassion and concern.
Where to begin?
“I’m not very good with money,” I admitted, avoiding his thoughtful gaze.
