Page 33 of Daddy Next Door

"Soon," he promised, his breathing ragged. "Together. Look at me, Lily."

I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The connection was immediate and intense—something passing between us that went beyond the physical joining of our bodies. In that moment, I felt seen in a way I never had before, as if he was looking into me rather than at me.

"That's it," he murmured. "Stay with me."

His thrusts became more urgent, his control slipping as his own release approached. The change in rhythm pushed me closer to the edge, the tension building to an almost unbearable level.

"Now," he finally commanded, his fingers pressing more firmly against my clit. "Come for me now, little one."

The permission, combined with the perfect pressure of his fingers and the relentless thrust of his cock, shattered the last of my restraint. My orgasm crashed through me with an intensity that bordered on painful, radiating outward from where we were joined and engulfing my entire body in waves of pleasure.

I cried out his name, inner muscles clamping down around him as the climax took me. Through the haze of my own release, I felt him stiffen above me, his rhythm faltering as he reached his own peak. He groaned, low and deep, as he pushed into me one final time, holding himself deep as his cock pulsed inside me.

For several moments, we remained frozen in that perfect connection, both of us trembling with the aftershocks of our mutual release. Then Ethan lowered himself carefully, trying not to crush me with his weight but allowing our bodies to press together from chest to hip. I could feel his heart hammering against my own, his breath hot and rapid against my neck.

As our breathing gradually slowed, he raised his head to look at me. The expression on his face was unlike any I'd seen from him before – open, vulnerable, almost wondering.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face with gentle fingers.

I nodded, not quite trusting my voice yet. The intensity of what we'd just shared had left me feeling raw, exposed in a way that had nothing to do with my physical nakedness or the restraints still binding me.

He seemed to understand my silence, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead before carefully withdrawing from my body. I whimpered slightly at the loss, feeling suddenly empty.

"Shh," he soothed, moving immediately to untie the restraint on my right wrist. "I've got you."

His movements were efficient but gentle as he freed first one wrist, then the other, massaging the skin where the ropes had left faint marks. He moved down to release my ankles, giving the same careful attention to each.

Once I was completely free, he gathered me into his arms, pulling me against his chest. The warmth of his body enveloped me, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear.

"Thank you," he murmured into my hair. "For trusting me with this. With you."

I pressed closer to him, finding my voice at last. "Thank you for making it worth trusting you."

His arms tightened around me, one hand stroking slowly up and down my back. The gesture was comforting, grounding me after the intensity of what we'd shared.

"Was it . . ." I hesitated, suddenly shy despite everything we'd just done. "Was it good for you?"

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest against my cheek. "Lily," he said, tipping my chin up to meet his eyes. "That was beyond good. That was..." He seemed to search for the right word. "Transcendent."

The sincerity in his voice made something warm unfurl in my chest, something that felt dangerously close to more than just physical attraction or the comfort of our developing dynamic.

"For me too," I admitted.

His smile – soft and genuine – made him look younger, less like the controlled dominant who had tied me to his bed and more like a man who was simply happy to be exactly where he was.

“Let’s just say I’m glad I ditched that conference,” he said with a chuckle. "I think this is the beginning of something pretty special," he said, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my bare shoulder. "Don't you?"

I nodded, unable to stop my own smile from spreading. "Definitely something special."

He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips – different from the passionate ones we'd shared earlier, but no less meaningful. When he pulled back, his expression had shifted, a hint of his dominant persona returning.

"Next time," he said, his voice dropping lower, "I think we'll try those ropes with you on your stomach."

A shiver of anticipation ran through me at the promise in his words. "Next time," I agreed, already looking forward to it.

His pleased smile was the last thing I saw before he pulled me closer, my head tucked perfectly under his chin, our bodies fitting together as if designed specifically for this embrace. In that moment, tied up or not, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Chapter 6

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