Her hands cradled my head and she stroked my hair—slow, tender, unhurried. As though she had all the time in the world.
As though she finally believed she did.
Chapter 24
Sayla
He was impossible, kind, funny, caring and most of all so loving that I needed to take a moment to breathe and believe that Daddy would never harm me. Beneath his hard exterior was tragedy, guilt and his own quiet recovery.
I’d never had a man kneel before me.
Never had a Daddy Dom.
Never knew I needed one until Gabriel.
All of which made loving Daddy easier.
There was no drama, no gaslighting or—
I closed my eyes, not wanting to think of the rest because with it came the same question. Why did I stay?
The towel began to move again—working down my legs and finally to my feet. By the time I opened my eyes Daddy was looking up at me with a wicked glint in his.
My muscles tightened around the silicone plug. I was excited to try something new. Something so far from the shadows of my past.
After all, I was a good girl who followed all of Daddy’s rules.
???
Sometimes I didn’t think about it.
But it was difficult not to when your father-in-law had you bent over your princess bed and was rummaging around in your anal passage.
I’d been impregnated by Daddy Asher Kersey.
Gabriel’s real Daddy.
I had the urge to laugh hysterically—but Daddy pushed a second finger in. Why were his fingers so thick?
“You won’t fit,” I groaned when his shorts brushed against the back of my legs.
“I bet you ten pounds that it will,” he said, twisting his fingers.
“Ahh. God,” I hissed.“Ten pounds. Is that all my arse is worth?”
“I don’t want to encourage your gambling.”
I tried to relax and focus—but he made it considerably worse by spreading his fingers apart. I sighed when he removed them. My relief was short-lived when he spread more lubricant over me. His hands gripped my buttocks, thumbs sliding between my cheeks until I began to open for him again.
“Ten pounds isn’t enough when you’re a millionaire,” I said between pants.
“Billionaire,” he corrected, as he began to pull his thumbs apart.“You’re opening up beautifully. I can see all of you. All that pink inside your hole.”
His words made me grind against the mattress.
He was an utterly shameless bastard.
A billionaire bastard.
