“Beg me to come inside you.”
She sobbed. “Please, Master! Please take me! Please come inside me!”
One last thrust and he held still. As her body spun down into a post-scene crash, she felt his jeans against the backs of her thighs, his body draped over hers on the bench as he recovered.
She lay there panting for breath and winced as he withdrew. She was vaguely aware of sounds from Cris’ bathroom as he washed himself. A moment later something wet and cool brushed against her tender ass.
“Hold still, baby,” he said, his voice gentle again. He cleaned her up with the wet washcloth before pulling the blindfold off her. He unclipped her wrists and ankles and helped her sit up. When she tried to stand she realized she had no strength in her legs.
He picked her up and carried her to their bedroom. She weakly clung to him and when he laid her on their bed he didn’t let go. He stretched out next to her and let her drape her body over him. He nuzzled his lips over her forehead, brushed them over her closed eyes.
“Do you hate me?” he softly asked.
Without opening her eyes, she smiled. “No, Master. I don’t hate you. I love you more than I can tell you.”
His heart pounded hard and fast. Hell, she could probably hear it from the way she was laying on top of him.
Master.
He could understand her saying that during the scene, which had surprised the hell out of him in the first place. But to say it now?
“You are so beautiful. I love you so much.”
She snuggled closer. “Can we take a nap?” She sounded content. He’d witnessed lots of emotions in her. He honestly couldn’t remember ever hearing her sound content before.
“We’ll do whatever my sweet baby girl wants to do.”
Her voice took on an almost little girl quality. “I want to lay here with you and take a nap, and then later I want to cuddle and watch TV.”
A mental image struck him between the eyes. Of him sitting on the couch with her curled in his lap and Cris kneeling naked at his feet, his head resting against his knee. Of the three of them content and happy in their kinky little way.
“Did I hurt you, baby?” He had no doubts when she fully recovered from subspace that the only time she’d call him “Master” would be with more than a hint of sarcasm.
She did seem a lot more relaxed than he’d ever seen her.
“Nope.”
Another thought suddenly struck him. He realized how stupid and short-sighted he’d been once again. It was worth the risk though. Hopefully, this time his failure to see the nose on his face hadn’t harmed someone.
He shifted her in his arms just a little, until he had her cradled securely against him. “You were Daddy’s very good girl, weren’t you?”
If a human being could melt, she did. It was as if all tension suddenly flowed out of her. Her voice sounded even softer. “Yes.”
He tipped her chin up to him, meeting her eyes. “My God, you are full of surprises, love.” He tenderly kissed her. “You want to be Daddy’s little girl, don’t you?”
Her eyes went wide, but she nodded.
Landry took another risk, searching for another chink in her emotional armor that he suspected lay waiting for him to discover. “Daddy’s sweet little girl, except when you want to be my sweet little slut?”
Her eyes dropped closed again. A soft moan escaped her. “Yes!”
His cock hardened inside his jeans. Holy fuck, all these months together and in some ways she was still a stranger to him.
It also explained why she wouldn’t let go of her old triggers. It wasn’t that it hurt more to get rid of them, but she couldn’t trust someone enough to let go with them and fulfill that need for her, needing that Daddy/girl dynamic to feed a part of her soul. He wondered how long she’d been with Cris before he discovered that about her.
He rolled on top of her, kissing her. “My sweet baby girl doesn’t want a harsh Master.” He kissed her and her legs spread, wrapping around his hips so she could grind against him. She looked up at him, her gaze full of wonder. “My sweet baby girl wants her Daddy to treat her like a princess, except in the bedroom. Then she wants to be his playful little slut, doesn’t she?”
She nodded, her eyes still wide.
He slid his hands up her arms, firmly gripping her wrists and holding them pinned over her head. “But only for me, correct?”
She nodded a little harder, her eyes never leaving him, her hips moving in time with his.
“Because if I take good care of my sweet little baby girl, she’ll be my playful little slut whenever I want, won’t she?”
Tilly nodded, her lower lip now caught under her teeth. Her skin flushed. He had no doubt she was already close to coming just from how he’d talked to her.
Gripping both her wrists in one hand, he reached down and unfastened his jeans with the other and pulled out his stiff cock. “My little slut wants another good fucking right now, don’t you?”
An eager nod and playful smile.
How many other secrets were locked inside her? Maybe he’d have to have a long, private talk with Cris and see if he could offer any insight. Then again, that might be crossing the boundary of respecting her privacy.
Not to mention she was no longer the girl Cris knew, even if her love life hit a stasis between Cris’ departure and his own arrival.
When he lined his cock up she tipped her hips, giving him better access. He viciously speared her, fucked her hard and fast and didn’t need to order her to come. Within a few strokes she was already crying out, her muscles contracting around his shaft, surprising him at the intensity but with that encouragement it didn’t take long for him to climax too. He rolled over, keeping her on top of him.
“So who are you now, baby?” he asked.
She squirmed against him before nipping one of his nipples. “I’m your good little slut,” she whispered.
He laughed and held her close, stilling her motions. “Then be a very good girl and let’s take a nap. You wore Daddy out.”
Tilly awoke from her nap still draped over Landry’s chest. He’d never bothered removing his jeans. She closed her eyes and silently moaned. Jesus, what would happen now? Yes, it’d felt better than great. She hadn’t counted on how safe he’d make her feel, how natural it felt slipping into old habits even if she’d never played with him before.
But ever since Cris had called her that at the hospital that afternoon, it had remained in the back of her mind.
When he nuzzled the top of her head, she knew he was awake. “Can we talk?” he asked.
She couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Okay.”
“Love, let me be what you need me to be for you. Please.”
“I don’t know what I need.”
He tipped her chin so she had to look at him. “Whatever happens is between you and me. Not
Cris. This is about us. I told you when we first started that I want to be what you need.”
She felt safe with him. He’d literally die before he left her alone.
Crossing her arms over his chest, she rested her chin on them and stared at him. “I don’t think I can scene with him in the house. Not right now, at least.”
He played with her hair. Now down to her shoulders, he loved to run his fingers through it. “Do you want Daddy and girl?”
She nodded. “Sometimes.”
He playfully smiled. She loved that about him, that she could bring out sweet and playful