Page 86 of Mob Bride

“You’re a hoarder?”

I chuckle. “No. Because I take care of what’s mine.”

“Does that mean you’re going to hang me up in your closet?”

No. But I’m going to hang both of those shitbirds up by meat hooks.

“No. But I enjoy wearing your cunt around my cock.”

She laughs, but when I loosen my hold, prepared to step back, she fists my shirt. I hate how she feels right now. I hate how I can’t fix this immediately. That I haven’t fixed it yet. With my arm still around her waist, I walk backwards to the bed. My free hand reaches between us and unfastens my pants.

“Shane?”

“Come here. We both need this.”

I push my pants and boxer briefs down enough to free my cock before I sit on the bed. I lift her and bring her legs around my hips before she eases down my cock. I tuck her head against my shoulder, and we sit in silence. My need to control this situation—the one right now in this room with Carrie and the bigger one playing out in the real world—burns in my chest. I can only satisfy one part, so I focus on the woman on my lap.

I can bring her pleasure, and I will later. Right now, I need to know she’s safe physically and emotionally. I need to reassure her she is. Being inside her makes us one body. Holding her while we’re joined makes us one soul. I feel that to my core.

I slip my right hand between us and rest it over her heart. She does the same thing to me. I glance at the bedside table clock a few times, and we sit like this for ten minutes. Her cunt squeezes me from time to time, keeping me hard as a fucking brick. But we’re not trying to get off. This isn’t exactly sex. It’s not even really cock warming. It’s that reprieve—that peace—I now understand I’ll only find with Carrie.

“Daddy?”

“Yes,cailín.”

“I need this.”

“So do I.”

“Do you feel you’re in control because you could give me or deny me an orgasm?”

“There’s that.”

“Do you feel in control because you could come inside me if you want?”

“There’s that, too.”

“Do you feel in control because it’s just the two of us in a bubble right now?”

“Yes. I feel in control because you’re accepting my help while you’re upset. I don’t feel out of control when you trust me.”

“My mind is finally calm because you have that control. I’m safe with you in every way. I feel taken care of and protected in a way no one else has ever given me. For right now, can I…”

She’s holding her breath, and I don’t know why. The peace is shattering because I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m back to not knowing how to make things right.

“Carrie, you can ask me anything. I’ll always do my best to give you what you want, and I’ll always find a way to give you what you need.”

She nods against my shoulder.

“Can I submit beyond just sex for right now?”

“Do you mean you want me to decide everything?”

“Yeah. I know I call you Daddy, and you call mecailín. But we both know you’re not a Daddy Dom, and I’m not a Little. I’m not even a Middle. I don’t want a Dom per se because that would feel domineering and suffocating with the weight of everything else. I just don’t want to decide things right now. I don’t mind what we do. Just please don’t ask me to choose. I can’t.”

“I know, little one. It’s too much.”

She nods. I wrap my hand around her throat and let it rest heavily there. I don’t need to squeeze.

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