Page 24 of Cherishing Little Charlee

“Such a dirty mouth when you’re riding Daddy. Keep going. Tell me how badly you want to come.”

“I’m almost there.”

“That’s a good girl. Come for Daddy.”

Pierce nipped the sweet hollow of my neck, releasing his hold on one hip only to find my clit. The added stimulation forced an orgasm. I came hard, barely with enough breath to say his name as endorphins flooded my system. He grunted in pure satisfaction as he arched, appearing to have his own release. We stayed still for a few moments allowing the haze to clear. Pierce slowly helped me to lie down. I heard him taking care of the condom before he rolled back to me, cradling my body against his.

“I’m a pile of bliss, Daddy.”

“That means I did something right. Let me hold you for a few minutes and then we can shower,” he whispered.

“You sound like you need a nap, Pierce.”

“I love the way you fit against me, beautiful. A post-orgasm nap could be on the agenda. I’ll order takeout for dinner.”

“And you’ll stay tonight? Or…”

“Yes, babygirl. I’ll stay here with you. Shh. No more overthinking. Just curl closer to Daddy.”

I doubted my ability to physically get any closer but I snuggled into him. His chest rose and fell as I listened to his heartbeat. We didn’t have anywhere to be the next few hours, so in his arms was where I’d stay. He wasn’t kidding about my brain potentially going into a place of over analyzing our conversations or the plan for the next three weeks, but I pushed those thoughts away consumed instead by peaceful sleep.

CHAPTER 7

PIERCE

I didn’t think Charlee would fall into a routine easily, but she did. We spent the next week together while I reminded her to rest and elevate her wrist often. I became her right hand, literally, whenever something taxing came her way. Knocking on her office door, I waited patiently for her to answer.

“Office hours are posted on the door,” she mumbled.

Ignoring her less than warm greeting, I opened the door and stepped inside. Holding out a large to-go cup with her favorite hot chocolate, I stopped moving when I saw her frantically typing on her laptop. With both hands.

“Charlee,” I said, shaking my head. “Where’s your splint?”

“Listen, I was supposed to be off but another professor had an emergency so I took her classes today. I have to get this assignment typed and distribute it to her class.”

“That isn’t an answer to the question I asked you, starlet.”

She huffed and dropped her hands onto the desk. With an exaggerated eye roll, she plucked said splint from her bag and affixed it around her hand. “On my wrist, Daddy.”

“Don’t get smart, babygirl. Why was your splint in the bag instead of where it belonged?”

“One of the professors had an emergency,” she patiently explained. “I covered the class today and will likely have to assist the next few days. I can’t type with one hand.”

“No, you can’t. Which is why you have me. You said you weren’t teaching at all until after the production. If something came up, you should have let me know.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, pushing away my concerns and brought her the cocoa.

“I didn’t lie.”

“Lying is intentional, and I know that, but I asked you this afternoon what your schedule entailed since you and I didn’t talk about it.”

She sipped the hot chocolate. “Mmmm. This is so good. Yes, you’re right. I should have called you but I was caught up in rushing to class. Then straight to rehearsal and office hours in case anyone had questions.” Charlee blew out a breath. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“You’re forgiven, starlet. Let’s address your punishment so that this doesn’t happen again.” I strode across the small space and sank into the sofa cushions.

Setting down her cup, Charlee stood and met my feet. She pouted sweetly as she folded herself over my thighs.

“I will remember to talk to you about schedule changes, Daddy.”

“Yes, I hope after we’re done here you will.” I rubbed either side of her ass before striking the fullest curves. She jerked.

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