Page 80 of Obey

He trails his finger from where my jaw hinges under my ear, to my chin, down the front of my throat, and down my sternum. Each gliding movement makes me hotter, wetter, the desperate need swelling inside my body becomes more demanding.

“Do you understand why?”

“Wh-why, what?”

His low chuckle is almost too quiet to hear. “Why we don’t give our trust out to just anyone?”

I don’t care about trust. I don’t care about words. My clothes are on fire, making my body too hot for me to exist in. I need out. I need him to touch me, to take care of me, to take away this scorching fire burning my skin.

“Talia?”

I’m rolling my hips on the chair. “Please, Jagger. Touch me.”

“Not yet, Half-Pint. This is an important lesson you need to learn in case we ever expand our relationship and have someone else play with us.”

That sentence makes my breath stutter, words catching at the back of my throat. At least two of my bucket list items involve other people, and he knows it.

“Don’t give your trust away. Make them earn it.”

“M-make them earn it. Yes, sir.” At some point, I closed my eyes, but when he jerks my hair so my head tilts all the way back, they snap open.

His brown eyes pierce into mine. “Good girl. It’s important to me. Okay? We only play with people Daddy trusts to take care of his baby girl.”

What is it about a man being so viscerally protective of his partner that drives me wild? My nipples are painfully hard, pressing against the inside of my bra. “Yes, Daddy.” The heaviness in my body is already starting to leave, and myeagerness for levity, the floating feeling of not having a care in the world comes over me.

“We aren’t having sex today, Talia.”

I might cry. Every single piece of my body is primed and ready for more. “B-b-but why?”

“It’s not a small decision. We wait between deciding to do something and doing the something so we’re sure of our decisions, okay?”

I nod, not breaking eye contact. “My body feels like it’s on fire, Jagger.”

“I know, baby girl. And you’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

I nod again.

“Such a good girl.” He caresses my cheek with the back of his fingers. “All wet and desperate for me, just how Daddy needs you.”

The more he praises me, the deeper his words sink into my whole being. “I’d like to have sex for the first time at your place if that’s okay?” He slides his hand under my shirt, trailing his fingers over the edge of the cup of my bra. Taunting, teasing, dragging out my agony.

“Why not here?”

“I’d like you surrounded by familiarity. I don’t want you to have to get up and drive home, even the next day.”

He thinks of everything.

“It’s my job to think of everything, Half-Pint.”

I didn’t speak out loud, but his words echo my thoughts. I feel so safe with this man, so adored, and taken care of. It’s like everything that’s been missing in my life was delivered to me on the plane to Chicago in a blizzard.

When he pinches my nipple, I jump in my chair, yelping. He then rolls it between his finger and thumb, drawing a rhythmic hum from me as he cups the back of my head. He’s tall enough he could slide himself in my mouth from this angle. My head’sstill tilted back, almost upside down, and from the outline in his pants, he’s definitely hard.

“Daddy?”

He draws his stare away from watching his fingers working my nipple under my shirt, to my face. “Yes, baby girl?”

“Can I suck you, please?”

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