Page 56 of R for Rough

With a bottle of lotion in his grasp, he leaned in to give me a smooch, and then he eyed the ice cream with great interest.

I beamed and offered him a spoon, and he growled playfully and closed his lips around it.

God, he made my heart soar.

And what came next… Pure heaven. He gathered the pillows behind me so I could lean back, and then he spent a lot of time rubbing aloe into my skin. We talked about the event; he wanted to know if I’d been close to safewording at any point, what had scared me the most, what’d fucked with my head the most, and if there’d been anything I didn’t wanna do again.

I couldn’t say I’d been close to safewording, but in retrospect, I was glad we hadn’t gone further for my first time. The pain, I could handle fine. The mindfucking, however… Whoosh! It’d snuck up on me. All of a sudden, I’d been confused and frazzled and overwhelmed—and I made sure to mention I wanted much more of this in our future. Because the relief came after the excitement. When it was over and I got to cry it out and let go of all the adultisms and filters and tension. It was akin to the relief of the release after a beating. Only, now I was exhausted too. I felt like I could sleep for days!

“We’ll make sure you rest up,” he said, kneading my thigh. He brushed against my dick, but he did nothing further. Hmpf. I kind of wanted to get dirty now. “I was thinking—you don’t have the same sweet deal I do at work. I don’t work weekends.”

“I’ll make sure to include that in my contract if I ever get a Michelin star,” I quipped.

He chuckled. “Brat.”

Totally! Every day and twice on Sunday.

“Mypoint…” he went on, “I’ll come in tomorrow and help you. It’ll cut your workload in half, and I get to spend more time with my boy.”

I swallowed and felt things fluttering inside my tummy. He was just…so kind and generous and amazing. Who’d known?! Underneath that grumpy, huffy, demanding chef was a super-caring Daddy who took care of me like he was born to do it.

I had to up my game. He couldn’t keep skirting my wish to give back.

One thing I could say, though. “I’m gonna fall in love with you embarrassingly quickly, Griffin.”

His gaze snapped to mine, his hands faltering in their movements on my thigh. He sure hadn’t seen that coming.

I smiled and leaned forward, and I kissed the surprise off his face.

He kissed me back tentatively, and then a little hungrier, until he cupped my cheek and broke away.

“You’re already such an important part of my life that I have no doubt I’ll beat you to the punch,” he murmured.

“Said the Sadist,” I snickered. “But no way. I’ll beatyou…to it.”

He shook his head and captured my mouth in another kiss. “There’s another reason I wanna go into work with you tomorrow. I wanna see Adam’s face when you come in all scratched up.”

Oh shoot! I hadn’t even thought about that. Oh my God, that could lead to some misunderstandings. Good thing Adam wasn’t a complete stranger to kink. After all, Mister Jameson was his younger brother.

I was just gonna come out and say it. Daddy slowly, slowly, slowly pushing inside my bottom was the best way to wake up in the morning ever. I squirmed and felt a rain of little pains reminding me of last night, and it made me shiver and wince at the same time.

I hugged my stuffie a little harder and yawned into it. Meanwhile, Daddy let out a long breath of pleasure against my neck, and he gripped my hip as he buried himself all the way in.

His chest hair tickled my back until he pressed himself closer to me, and that right there, with his body lined up perfectly with mine, was the stuff.

He’d gone extra generous with the oil this morning, so our slow fuck came with a delectable sensation when he forced himself in with more ease. It lulled me into a sleepy-horny state where I just wanted to lie here and take his cock all day.

A traitorous whimper slipped out as he lifted my leg for a deeper reach, and he pressed his lips to my neck.

“Morning, little one. Daddy woke up hungry and couldn’t help himself.”

“Hnnngh.” I pushed back against him and reveled in the hurty moments. Like when he grabbed at me a little harder and happened to place his fingers right over a bruise. “Is it cuz my bottom is cute and tight?”

He groaned under his breath and picked up the pace. “Irresistibly.” His breaths came out faster, and he dropped the most sensual, openmouthed kisses on my skin. “I won’t be too long. We have plans.”

Ew, I didn’t like that word right now!

“What kind of plans?” I pushed myself up a bit and tried to peer behind me. I wanted to see his big cock sliding in and out of me.

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