Page 44 of Scorched King

I crossed the room to turn it off and froze as I passed in front of Sasha’s closed door where I heard an odd mechanical noise. Was that the television? Was she still up?

I started to knock when another noise hit my ears. Her voice. Breathless.Daddy.

Fuck. I had to be hearing things. I’d spent too much time tonight reliving that little scene in her apartment and now I was manifesting her voice. Still. I had to be sure. I strained to listenthrough the door, and while I didn’t hear her voice again, that incessant buzzing continued. It kind of sounded like…

Oh fuck.

Her unmentionables. JesusfuckingChrist. I had heard her right. My baby girl was using her vibrator while thinking about what we’d done earlier.

I took an immediate step away from her door. No matter how badly I wanted to kick it down and demand for her to find her pleasure while I fucking watched. I swallowed hard, knowing it was the absolute worst idea, not to mention a violation of her privacy.

I almost laughed out loud. What the hell did I care about privacy and any other goddamned rules? When exactly had I turned into a soft pussy? It wasn’t like me to turn down a willing woman I was attracted to or not to pursue whatever the hell I wanted. It was practically my life’s motto.

Another moan, this one louder, drew my attention, and this one I felt all the way to my balls. Maybe I could join her in a different, less intrusive way. It sounded like she was getting close to her release. I unzipped my pants and pulled myself out, being careful not to catch anything on the metal teeth. Wrapping my hand around the hard length, I closed my eyes and bit back a groan.

This wasn’t how I’d planned on this going tonight, but listening to her continued desperate cries reminded me so much of earlier I could barely breathe, let alone move away from her door. Instead I was going to stand here and jack off to her beautiful noises and the taste of my own desperation like some sort of fucked up stalker.

“Daddy, please,” she cried out.

My head slumped forward and my hand tightened. Why was I torturing myself like this?

Our bedrooms were far enough from each other that if I walked away now I wouldn’t hear another sound from her. Unless she started screaming. On that thought I squeezed my dick harder, welcoming the added pressure. I wanted to come right along with her so bad I could taste it. Fuck I needed this. It was taking every ounce of restraint I possessed not to barge in there and just bury myself balls deep.

She wouldn’t say no, and I knew without a doubt it would be the best fucking feeling in the world.

However, there was no time for that and it came with far too many complications. That was one thing I needed a whole lot less of. I pressed my forehead to the smooth wood of the door and braced myself against it with my free hand. This wasn’t going to take long. I’d barely been able to think of anything else for hours. Hell, longer.

“Fuck me, Daddy.” I swore to Christ if she called out Daddy one more time I was going to lose my shit. I had to respond.Neededto.

“Yes, baby girl,” I whispered so she couldn’t hear. “That’s so good. You are so good. Come for daddy.”

A barely muffled scream came from the other side of the door at the same time my cock exploded. I pumped myself hard through what felt like a never ending release. I sprayed the door with a satisfying smile pulling at my lips. It might be a shame my cum wasn’t on her tits, or better yet, her lips, but the symbolism of marking her door was not lost on me either.

I tried hard to keep myself quiet, but my heart raced and I couldn’t draw enough air in my lungs to keep from panting. I stood there like that for quite some time, hoping to hear something more from the other side of her door. However, by the time my skin cooled and my heart rate returned to normal, I was forced to admit that it was time to let it go. I pushed myself away from her room.

We both knew I wouldn’t knock. And I wouldn’t go in. This was as close as I dared get. Although I had a feeling that her cries for Daddy were forever going to live in my spank bank because in all my life I’d never heard that simple word sound so erotic.

But it wasn’t just the way she said it. It was what it fucking meant.

It was how much she trusted me, how much she wanted me to take care of her, to have her. Maybe that’s why I reacted the way I did.

Because I needed it just as much as she did.

I yanked my cut from my shoulders, and then pulled my sweatshirt over my head. After balling my shirt, I used it to clean the mess I’d made. When I was done, I reluctantly turned away from her door and headed to my own room. I had no idea if I would get a wink of sleep after that, but as I rolled my shoulders backward and forwards, I had to admit that some of my tension had eased.

I made my way to my private bathroom, dumping my clothes into a basket as I went. One field style shower later, I slid between the sheets of my bed and closed my eyes to an image of Sasha, lying next to me, a blissful smile on her face.

It was a good, solid picture, and just the kind of thing I needed in my head before I drifted off to sleep…

It felt like I’d only been asleep for a few seconds when a scream ripped me back to consciousness. But according to the bedside clock I checked while grabbing my handgun, it had been at least a couple of hours.

I covered the distance to her room in three seconds, nearly ripping the door off its hinges as I burst in.

She screamed again, her eyes going wild and pure terror stamped all over her face as she scrambled back against the headboard as far away as she could get.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” My voice came out rougher than expected as I searched the room for danger.

“What?” She clutched the bed covers higher up her chest.

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