Page 57 of Controlling Chloe

“Beautiful,” he murmurs.

We watch together as his cock slides in and out of me, wet with a mix of our arousal. He seems too big to fit, but somehow, he does, and it’s perfect.

“Daddy’s going to put you on all fours and fuck you nice and hard, baby.”

Whimpering, I nod. He quickly flips me, and in less than a second, his cock is buried deep. Deeper than it was before. He wraps one hand around my neck and squeezes while he gives my ass a playful slap.

“I never thought you could get any more beautiful, but seeing you taking my cock like such a good fucking girl, you’re unbelievable, baby. Just wait until the day I claim every one of your little holes.”

His finger presses into my asshole, and I jump in surprise. “Daddy!”

“Shh, baby. I’m not going to fuck you there tonight. Just let me play a bit. Relax. Daddy will take care of you.”

He starts to thrust into my pussy in long, deep strokes while continuing to circle my asshole with his thumb. The longer he does it, the better it feels, and the more relaxed I become. When he pushes through the tight ring, I cry out and buck my hips. The sensation is different but so, so good.

“So tight, Chloe. Shit. You’re going to kill me with this cunt. Best fucking death ever.”

I giggle, but it turns into a moan as he presses his finger deeper into my ass and starts fucking me harder and faster. My entire body is tingling with so many sensations, making this the best sex I could ever imagine.

With his free hand, he reaches around my hip and gives my clit a gentle slap that has me crying out. Then he starts rubbing circles around it, the head of his cock brushing against that perfect spot inside me.

The room starts to blur, and all I can do is feel and hear. Bash. Fucking me. Touching me. Praising me. Telling me I’m his good girl.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream when my entire body tenses and then lets go like an explosion.

“That’s my girl. Come all over Daddy’s cock. Fuck, you’re so tight, Chloe. Goddammit,” he growls.

His thrusts become erratic as my pussy throbs around him. His balls slap my clit, and our moans fill the room for several seconds as we ride the beautiful waves of ecstasy while we’re still joined together as one.

As soon as his cock stops pulsing inside me, I collapse forward onto the mattress, not caring that my bottom is up in the air, practically swaying in his face. I don’t have the brain space to worry about it right now. I’m too busy grinning from ear to ear while my body comes down from the high of multiple orgasms. I was definitely wrong about sex. It is impressive. But only with Bash.

After a few minutes, when we’ve finally caught our breaths, he gently tugs my ankles so I go flat on the bed and then covers me with a sheet. “Be right back, baby. Stay there.”

Yeah, like I’m going to be going anywhere anytime soon. I might need a walker just to get around tomorrow. I’m nearly asleep when the sheet is pulled back, letting cool air brush against my damp skin.

“It’s too late for a bath tonight, so I’m going to clean you up with a cloth. I’ll give you a bath in the morning.”

I hum, not caring about what he’s saying because my mind is mush. Then he rolls me over, spreads my legs, and puts a wet washcloth between my thighs. I jolt in surprise. “What are you doing?”

He’s kneeling on the bed, still naked, staring at me with intense but loving eyes. “I’m cleaning you up. Lie back and rest. Daddy will take care of you.”

When I don’t obey right away, he raises an eyebrow. “Do you need a reminder of what happens when you disobey me?”

“Eep! No.” I drop down onto the mattress and bring my arms up to my face to hide my embarrassment. He’s cleaning up my pussy and ass like I’m a child. Like I can’t do it myself. Is there a hole I can crawl into? But also, can I crawl into his lap and sleep in his arms because he makes me feel so special and cared for? I’ve read a lot of books with Daddy Doms in them, but I never expected they were a thing in real life, or at least if they were, they weren’t like this. Bash is better than the ones I’ve read about. And he’s mine.

He pulls the cloth away and covers me with the sheet again. I peek at him from under my arms as he walks back to the bathroom, his perfectly round ass on display. God, how many squats does he do a day? That’s hot. I’d like to watch him work out sometime. It would definitely be droolworthy.

A few minutes later, he comes out of the bathroom with something in his arms. I prop myself up on my elbows, trying to see what it is, and when I do, I tilt my head in confusion.

“I wanted you to have a friend to sleep with here until we get you moved in. I know it’s not your yellow duck, but it’s a baby yellow duck, and I thought they could be friends once they both live here.”

My mouth hangs open as he holds out a small, fluffy stuffed duck for me. My hands tremble, and when I bring it to my chest, I catch a whiff of Bash’s cologne on the animal. Warmth spreads through me. Something about his scent always calms me and makes me feel safe. Loved.

“You got this for me?”

He shrugs. “I actually bought a whole zoo of stuffed animals for you, but yellow seems to be your favorite color, so I thought I’d give you this one first.”

My eyes go round. He’s standing so nonchalantly, like what he just gave me means nothing. I’d never tell him, but this stuffed toy means more to me than the beautiful earrings he gave me. Not that I don’t love the earrings. I do. But my stuffies are what bring me comfort. Every time I’m anxious or I can’t sleep or I need something to hug, they’ve always been there for me.

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