Page 48 of Her Bossy Daddy

Chapter Thirteen

Lacey

Saturday morning rolled around and I’d followed every order Liam had given me without question. He would never give an order that wasn’t safe, but I didn’t always embrace them. Everything we’d done strengthened us on multiple levels. I hadn’t pushed against his rules, and I wasn’t as frustrated. We were well on our way to being balanced again.

I’d spent a lot of time in my littler headspace, and last night I had fallen asleep still there. I woke up later than usual, but I’d been ready to face whatever else Liam threw at me. I was curled up in his lap, sitting on the couch in the living room. He had given me back my clothes and I’d been thankful to have them on again. I ventured far outside my comfort zone because he’d asked me to, but I still preferred clothing.

“What’s your coffee done for you, love?”

I was making sweet sounds as I slurped up the caramel goodness in my coffee. “Don’t anger the magic beans!” I took a few more lingering sips. “They give me the ability to think before speaking.”

“Right. I know where the lack of that gets you.”

“I’m an excellent speaker, Sir.” I nuzzled against his arm. “Just not always in the way you want to hear.”

“Hm.” He kissed my temple. “Is that so?”

“Yes, but I promise to be more open with you.” I grinned. “May I have my phone back?”

“No, because if I give it back now you’re going to spend the rest of the day catching up on work emails. Nice try, love.”

“If I can work for just two hours then I’ll be able to get ahead of it for when—” I started but he set his mug down on the table and I slammed my mouth shut. Freeing his hands meant not so great repercussions for me. Nope, nope.

“You’ve certainly learned something the past two days, or you’d have kept talking, right?”

I shrugged. Bad move. His green eyes twinkled and he plucked the delicious coffee drink out of my hand. Liam shifted our bodies, so that I lay on my back, and he straddled my hips. He captured my wrists in one of his hands and pinned them above me. Hasn’t he tortured me enough the past few days? “Sir.” I arched upward but he flexed the muscles in his thighs, trapping me like a damn animal.

“Are you done fighting me, love?”

I tugged at my wrists, determined to break out of his grip, but his gaze darkened and my nipples pebbled. Fuck. Moisture gathered in between my thighs, and I half whimpered and half moaned. He’d never pulled that particular sound out of my mouth before. You shouldn’t fight a sadist. I needed that reminder on a coffee mug. He yanked my shirt up, exposing my breasts, and then he breathed across each one in turn. Liam sucked on the right one, dragging his teeth against the most sensitive part, and then sucking again. He changed focus to the left, and I writhed, unable to shake his mouth from my aching peaks. “God, Liam!”

“It’s got quite a nice ring to it, but you can just call me Sir.”

“You’re torturing me,” I whined.

“You seem surprised,” he chuckled. “I love making you squirm, and that hot little whimper from something I’d done aroused the fuck out of me.” Liam pinched each of my nipples hard while the hand holding my wrists in place squeezed tighter. “What do you really want, love?”

I blinked up at him, wanting so badly to tell him, but it was so hard. I’d been afraid to open up for so many years about my deepest desires and needs. Even though I felt completely safe and protected with Liam it was difficult. He bit down on my right breast, not as playful as normal.

“I-I want you to make the love to me.” Make the love. What was wrong with my brain? Liam grinned like a kid in a candy store. How was he so calm about everything ninety-nine percent of the time?

“What?” Liam eased his hold, and then he ran his thumb across my lips. “I can make all the love with you,” he smiled. “What do you envision the moment as? Tell me the details.”

“More normal, I think.”

“Do you mean vanilla, sweetheart?” Liam released my wrists, but didn’t move off me. “Or do you mean a simple position?”

“Uh, well, I’m not sure,” I confessed. I scrolled through my internet search-like brain and tried to list the differences between having sex, making love, and fucking, but came up short.

“Every single time we have sex, Lacey, I make love to you. Whether I can see your gorgeous face or not. I worship every inch of your body, because it deserves to be treated as such. If I’ve done something to make you feel less than the incredible goddess you are, then tell me so I can remedy it immediately.”

“Those are the most beautiful words anyone has ever said to me. No, you’ve never done anything less than make me feel amazing.”

“Good, it means I’m doing something right. Are you wet?” Liam smirked, and then he removed my pajama shorts and panties without waiting for a reply. His palm smacked the soft folds of my nether lips. He slipped two fingers inside my core, and then pulled them out, licking them as he brushed them past his lips. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re soaked.”

“Everything you do gets me all hot and bothered.”

“Noted.” Liam stripped off his shirt and then pulled the remaining clothes off both of us. His eyes roamed over my body, his gaze almost palpable as he drank me in. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk the rest of the day. How does that sound to you?”

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