“So, um… would you like to come inside?” she asked when they got to her apartment building. She was squirming in her seat.
Owen paused, trying to decide if she was asking because she thought she should or because she really wanted him to. In the silence, she started rambling.
“I swear I don’t usually ask my dates to come in on the first date, but we’ve just known each other for a while, even though this was our first date—”
“Bree, it’s okay.” Grinning, Owen leaned over, cupping her cheek with his hand and bringing her to a halt. “I wasn’t judging you. I was just wondering if you felt pressured to invite me up and didn’t want to come up if that was the case.”
She wrinkled her nose at him.
“I’m an adult, Owen, even if I do want a Daddy Dom. I wouldn’t invite you up unless I wanted you to come up.”
“Okay, then. I’d love to come up.”
8
Bree
After her whole grand speech about being an adult and knowing her own mind, once Owen was in her apartment, Bree found herself floundering. She always did when it came to sex. Not knowing what to do or how to initiate sex was practically part of her personality. For the first time all day, she felt awkward as she showed Owen around the place.
“And this is the bedroom.” Right, because that was the best place to finish.
Why not just take off all your clothes and throw yourself at the man?
Was she coming off as desperate? She really hoped she wasn’t coming off as desperate.
“Very nice. Very you,” Owen commented as he walked into the room, looking around.
Bree wasn’t sure what that meant. What was her? The furniture? The art on the walls? The colors? And was it a good thing? It was like once one insecurity started rising up, a bunch of others came with it, like a fun little parade.
Turning back around, Owen walked towards her. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but with every step, he seemed to grow bigger. More imposing. As though his presence was expanding to fill the space around him and make him the center of the room… the center of her universe.
Coming to a halt in front of her, he cupped her cheek the same way he had in the car. His touch stole her breath away, her body humming with interest and anticipation, wondering what he was going to do next. His dark gaze met hers, studying her, watching her every reaction. He wasn’t just Owen anymore. Somehow, with no more than a few steps, he’d changed into the very embodiment of Daddy Owen.
“What do you want out of tonight, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and husky as his thumb moved over her cheek. Bree’s lips parted as she took into a shuddering breath. He was making her melt like one of his grilled cheeses. “I’d like to take you to bed, but only if that’s what you want… I don’t mind waiting if that wasn’t your intention for tonight.”
God, could he be sexier? No. No, he could not.
Bree shook her head. Today had been amazing, and even though it was their first date, it wasn’t as if this was their first time meeting. This had been building for months, even though she hadn’t been aware of it at first. Especially after their scene together at the Outlands—she’d gotten most of what she’d wanted that night.
Tonight, she wanted it all.
“I want that a lot, Daddy,” she whispered back daringly. Saying the words felt incredibly freeing, even though they were scary.
When she called him Daddy, hot need flared in his eyes, then his hand slid from her cheek around the back of her neck, tipping her head back so he could claim her lips. Bree’s hands pressed flat against his muscled chest, and she shuddered as the hard planes of his body connected with her soft curves.
His hand slid around her back, fingers splayed to hold her in place, as he deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling as hot need pulsed through them. She could feel his erection growing between them, an uncomfortable yet exciting pressure against her stomach. When he rocked his hips against her, Bree moaned. Her hands slid up to cling to his shoulders, and he took the opportunity to move both of his hands down to her ass.
She didn’t need more than a hint to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed, one hand on each butt cheek. When he reached the bed, he let her fall back, but he didn’t just dump her on the bed. It was a controlled fall onto her back, with her legs still wrapped around his waist, and he came down partway with her. Braced on his forearms, he stared down into her eyes, his hard cock rocking between her legs.
It was hot as fuck.
“Have you been a good girl today, sweetheart?” he asked in a growly voice that did all sorts of funny things to her insides.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied breathlessly before immediately regretting her answer. Maybe she should have said no so she could get another spanking. She wanted another one.
As if he could read her mind, Owen moved back, breaking the hold her legs had on him, and flipped her over onto her stomach. With her bent over her bed with her butt pointed directly at him, his hands rubbed over her buttocks, gripping hard enough to make her squeal.
“I said I was good, Daddy!”