Page 9 of Gideon

When I blinked, I was sitting on a stool, wrapped up in a very fluffy pink towel. Which struck me as odd. Gideon didn’t seem the kind of man to buy pink anything.

“You’re wet,” I said, then I struggled for oxygen as he peeled his shirt off, revealing the most gorgeous chest and super-strong shoulders I’d ever seen. Not that I’d run a study or anything. My experience of naked men’s chests was generally limited to passing building sites and seeing them from the bus.

And eww.Some I wished I’d never seen.

Not Gideon’s chest though. That was a work of art.

“I’m glad you like it, baby girl.” I gazed at him in consternation as he shucked his pants down right in front of me, but then giggled because not only had I said that out loud, but I was also being treated to an impromptu floor show.

I pouted when he wrapped a towel around his waist before he worked his briefs down. He’d seen me. How come I didn’t get a show? Catching the steamy look in his eyes, I worried I might have said that out loud as well.

But he didn’t reply, so I took an easier breath. Looking down, I knew I ought to get dry, except it hadn’t been the soap that had made me slip, it had been my shaky legs. I kept my gaze on the floor, feeling stupid and wracked by indecision.

“Abby?” I looked up to see Gideon hunkered down in front of me. “Will you trust me to help you get dry andwarm? I don’t want to leave you to go get some food until you’re safely in bed.”

I tried to swallow around the tightness in my throat because the way he spoke to me in that gentle voice was something I hadn’t heard in a long time. How could I possibly say no to that? “Please, D—”

Panic flared and I fisted my hands in the towel, my pulse leaping to my throat. Ohnuggets, I’d nearly called him the D word. But he simply stood and kissed my head again. My face felt like it was on fire.

“Good girl,” and the praise eased my racing heart. He was careful to keep me mostly covered and helped me stand so I could dry my lady bits, as I’d heard one of the daycare moms call them. I thought the term was really cute.

Then he helped me into one of his shirts and I melted again. Really, just call me a puddle and have done with it. It smelled clean and like whatever he used in his laundry. It smelled likehim. I didn’t bother protesting when he scooped me up and walked into the bedroom. I gaped a little at its size. It had to be the size of my entire apartment, but the heavy, dark-brown furniture and the classy but not showy wall sconces screamed Gideon. He laid me on the bed, already turned down with pillows to support my back, and bent to kiss me again. Just as my arms were creeping up to touch him, he drew back. “Stay there. I’m going to get us a snack. I doubt if you’ll stay awake long enough to eat a full meal.”

He wasn’t wrong, but in a few moments, I felt his arm slide around me and then I was on his lap. Sighing in contentment, I shut my eyes, but he teased my lips with a small cube of cheese until I opened them, and he popped it in. This was followed by a little piece of salty cracker, thena piece of apple. He kept telling me what a good girl I was, and I doubted if I’d ever been as happy or felt as well cared for in my entire life.

Sometimes he followed the bites of apple with his lips and he tasted just as yummy. When I’d emptied the plate, instead of lifting me off his lap, which I expected, he just snuggled down a little and pressed my cheek to his chest, cradling me close. The last thing I remembered was the delicious scratchiness of the hairs on his skin as I nuzzled against it.

I was having the best dream of my life. This gorgeous Daddy hunk had bathed me, hand fed me, and I’d fallen asleep in his arms. Now I was lying on my side with his arm clamped around me as if he didn’t want to let me go, ever, and even better, I could feel his hard cock almost nestled between my ass cheeks as if it belonged there and I was keeping it warm. I wriggled a little because it was wonderful and sighed happily when my dream Daddy’s warm breath gusted against the back of my neck. Delicious bumps skittered down my arms. I wanted more. This was a dream, right? I could have exactly what I wanted.

“Baby girl,” Dream Daddy almost groaned the word out, but he moved behind me, his length becoming slippery as the tip teased my crack. I moaned, wanting more, wanting faster, harder. His second strangled moan made him lie very still and clamp my hips to keep them from moving.

This wasn’t how the dream was supposed to go. I sighed a little and ‘fessed up to myself. I’d known I wasn’t really dreaming about three seconds after I woke up.

“That was a very needy little sigh, baby,” Gideon said and then relaxed a little now that I was still. He took the shell of my ear between his teeth, nipping, then licking it better. “I think because you were a good girl and ate all your snacks before you had a nap, you get to choose what to do.”

My breath caught and I felt an unwelcome thread of panic wrap around me, tightening and digging in. I hated choices. I went from zero choices in some families to knowing whatever choice I picked would be wrong in others. Gideon paused a little, then I felt the scrape of his chin as he seemed to nod to himself.

“Do you think you can be a really good girl and just lie there?” I nodded eagerly. I could do that. “Because Daddy would very much like to give you special touches.” Quickly deciding oxygen was unnecessary, Gideon, noDaddy—he’d just called himself Daddy, I hadn’t imagined it—booped me on the nose and told me to breathe. “Abby, all you have to do is let me play with your body, with just my fingers.” He trailed them over my bare hip. “Can you do that? Do I have permission? If you want me to stop I will immediately.”

“Yes,” I almost squeaked out, because his fingers were driving me crazy and I wanted nothing more than to feel them everywhere. He carried on brushing kisses on my cheek and neck but let his fingers wander. I squeezed my legs together desperately every time his hand trailed higher, but not because I was afraid of him, simply afraid I was going to spontaneously orgasm.

And in that secret place in my heart, I knew I didn’t want to do that until Daddy gave me permission.

“Bend your knees, poppet.” My throat produced a breathless moan both at the order and the new nickname, and I bent my knees, bringing them higher. Then I gaspedas I realized why. Daddy’s fingers trailed over my ass and straight to where I was hot and slick, parting my folds and rubbing his finger between them. I groaned, needy for more, and my body seemed to want to push back against his finger, for a crazy moment wishing it was something else. Then he stretched his thumb and because his hand was so big, his thumb reached another hole.

A forbidden one.

But then I felt the scrape of his nail and everything inside me tightened. I’d used toys but nothing there and toys didn’t whisper in your ear and call you a good girl. My clit throbbed urgently every time his finger passed over it until it seemed like my entire body was coiled tight. At his next touch, I whined helplessly and tried to push against his hand some more. I wanted more but I was nearly at my limit and didn’t know what to do.

But then Daddy hummed approvingly, bent, and whispered, “Come, my baby girl, come for Daddy,” and he rubbed my clit harder, and that was all it took.

I cried out, gasping for breath as pleasure seemed to erupt from my clit, sending wave after wave of bliss outwards, reaching every cell in my body. I shook and cried, but he held me tight through it all so I couldn’t fly away.

He gave me a long moment to stop shaking, then turned me in his arms and held me close. I could feel he was hard and reached out my fingers, but he caught them. “Not yet, baby girl. We’re going to go downstairs, fill your tummy, then we’ll talk about you moving in.”

I heard the words, but it was a full ten seconds before I absorbed them. Wait.What?Moving in? What did he mean,moving in?

Chapter five

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