Page 55 of Daddy Down Under

I didn’t look at him. “Give me a moment.”

He waited, and I blew out a breath. Ocean knew I was submissive. He’d known all along, and he was more than fine with it. He liked this. He liked me.

The knowledge filled me. He liked me the way I was. My age, my body, my wealth, my submissive side—none of that mattered to him. He wanted me despite all that, or maybe because of it. It didn’t matter.

And so I scrambled back to my knees, then bent as low as I could, letting my head rest on his feet in a position of absolute surrender.

“Cash,” he whispered. “Your submission to me is a precious gift. I hope you know that. One I value beyond anything else and that I will never betray.”

His words washed over me like a gentle breeze, and the last bit of tension dissipated. He let me sit there for a long time, my mind emptying in a strange way. And just when I wanted to move because my body was starting to tense from the unfamiliar exercise, he spoke. “Rise for me, sweetheart.”

I did, though my scramble wasn’t particularly elegant.

He cupped my cheeks, then kissed me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth as if it owned it, as if he owned me. Maybe he did, and right now, I couldn’t even care.

He walked us back to the bed, where we tumbled onto it. I winced when my smarting ass hit the bedding. But when Ocean kissed me like this, a minor inconvenience was easily forgotten.

Our lips met again and again, greedy and demanding, and I was lost. Ocean’s tongue dominated mine, and I responded by opening and letting him in.

“Prep me, Cash,” he whispered against my lips. “Want you inside me.”

I never minded this part of sex. Others might find it dirty or a hassle, but I didn’t. And I’d done it so many times by now that I could keep kissing him while my fingers opened him. The fact that he was limber as fuck and practically folded double helped too. Ocean’s soft sighs of pleasure grounded me in the present, in the warmth of his skin against mine. His trust in me, so freely given, was a balm to my soul.

It felt so natural. So right.

I’d never felt like this with anybody. So free, with the deep knowledge that I could be myself. No masks, pretense, or need to be someone I was not. He saw through me, saw the real me.

I wanted this to last. Jesus, I’d never wanted anything more than him.

For a moment, I froze as the truth of that thought hit me. It was easy to imagine what life could be like with Ocean by my side. Lazy Sunday mornings, making love until we were too hungry to stay in bed. Stolen kisses in the elevator of my office building. Holding hands as we strolled through New York.

I wanted forever with this man, but how could I even hope for that when so much was stacked against us? Our age difference, his job, which led him all over the world, the fact that, at some point, he’d inevitably grow bored with me.

“Cash?” he asked softly, and I blinked.

No, it might not last, but I would enjoy every second with him. If a few weeks was all I would get, then I would suck every last drop of pleasure out of it.

“Sorry, got lost in my head for a moment.”

He cupped my cheek, his eyes shining with an intensity that took my breath away. “Stay with me. Right here, in this moment.”

Despite my worries about the future, I wanted to be fully present, allow myself to get lost in the depth of connection between us. Whatever tomorrow might bring, we had this moment, this perfect union of body and soul.

And for now, that was enough.

He was ready for me, and after spreading some lube on my cock, I wiped my hands on the sheets. He lay on his back, watching me as he held his arms open. I lowered myself on top of him, my cock finding its way home without hesitation.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I slowly pushed into Ocean. The sensation was overwhelming, like diving into warm, welcoming waters. He enveloped me completely, not just physically but emotionally too. It felt like coming home to a place I’d never known existed.

“Oh, Cash,” Ocean breathed, his eyes locked on mine. “You feel amazing.”

I moved with careful tenderness, each thrust a declaration of my feelings for him. The way Ocean’s body yielded to mine, the trust implicit in his surrender, it was almost too much to bear.

“Is this okay?” I asked, my voice rough with emotion.

Ocean’s hands caressed my back, tracing patterns that sent shivers down my spine. “It’s perfect,” he murmured. “You’re perfect.”

Nothing mattered but the feeling of Ocean’s body against mine, the tenderness and acceptance radiating from his touch. It was overwhelming, this sense of belonging I’d never experienced.

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