Page 83 of Don't Call Me Daddy
What the hell is this man doing to me? And how does he know what turns me on better than even I do?
“I think you could stand to learn a thing or two about patience, don’t you?”
He slides his hand a little higher on my thigh, and I have to clench my thighs together, feeling that all-too-familiar ache, the ache that is a persistent reminder that my body still very much needs a release.
My head falls back against his shoulder as I melt, opening my thighs in a silent invitation. I’m practically panting, and I don’t care where he touches me. I just need him to put me out of my misery.
But as soon as I start to drop my fishing pole, he pulls his hand away, taking the promising electric tingles with him.
“I don’t remember telling you to drop this.” He places the fishing pole back between my hands, waiting for me to tighten my grip before he continues his exploration.
Fuck me, this man knows exactly how to torture me. He can’t ever let it be easy, and I think that’s one of the things I love the most about us. Leo understands me in ways that I don’t even fully understand myself. It’s like I’m learning new things I like every time he touches me.
“Very good. I’m pleased to see you’re eager to learn this morning. I thought you might need a little more convincing, but it seems like you got a taste of something you liked last night,” he hums in my ear, and I tighten my shaking hands around my fishing pole, gripping it like it’s the only thing tethering me in place.
He slides a hand underneath the hem of my cropped T-shirt and bites back a growl. “You and these fucking crop tops are going to kill me—you know that, baby girl? Now, hold your polesteady—unless you want me to stop. We’re not leaving this boat until you catch a fish, so however long this takes is up to you.”
I swallow a gulp as I cling to my fishing pole, saying a silent prayer to the orgasm gods that something happens soon. I don’t know if I can survive much more of this. I’m so desperate that I think he could tell me to jump in the lake and catch a fish with my bare hands and I’d give it my best try.
“You have no idea what you do to me, the way you drive me crazy with need, the restraint I’ve shown from the moment I met you and you opened this pretty mouth.” He slides a thumb across my bottom lip, and I melt against him, boneless and floaty.
“Then, why don’t you stop talking about it and show me?” I say in challenge.
“Trust me, I’m planning on it, but first, I need you to know something about me, and I want you to listen carefully because I’m only going to say this once …”
A shiver runs down my spine as my heart races in anticipation, and I don’t dare move.
His hand moves to my neck, grazing over my skin in a soft tickle before blanketing his palm over my throat. He doesn’t squeeze; he just holds me like he’s commanding all my attention. It’s so possessive, like he’s claiming me, and I’ve never been more eager to be claimed by someone.
“I can’t give you anything more than this. I can’t give you normal. I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that I have very specific tastes… are you okay with that?”
I blink innocently, though I’m sure my racing pulse gives me away. “Am I okay with what? Sorry, I need to know what you’re insinuating before agreeing. I need to hear you say it …”
He exhales heavily then says, “I require a certain amount of control, and not only in the bedroom. I think we both know by now that I have a certain weakness…”
“You like to be called Daddy,” I supply for him, and I swear I feel his dick grow harder.
“Yes. I do. Is that something you’re comfortable with? Are you creeped out that I want to hear you call me Daddy while I play with your pretty pussy, while I slide my tongue over every inch of your perfect, golden skin and show you what it’s like to be worshipped by a real man?” He drags a finger slowly down my body, igniting a rush of heat inside me, and I let out an involuntarily whimper.
“Answer me, Ivy.I need to hear you say it,” he demands, mocking me with my words from just a moment ago.
“No, I … uh … I actually think it’s hot,” I finally say and I feel him relax at my admission.
“Good.” He lets out a sigh. “So we’re clear what this is. I can’t afford you getting attached. I decided a long time ago that my work is too important to have distractions, and you, baby girl, are a hell of a distraction.”
His erection grows harder, pressing against my ass, and I take the opportunity to rub myself against him.
“It doesn’t seem like your dick shares the same sentiment.”
He tightens his grip on my neck. “You’re right about that, which is why I’m offering to bend my rules for you, only until the festival. We’ll have a little fun, fuck each other out of our systems, and then you’ll leave. You’ll move on to your next adventure while I stay here and dedicate the rest of my life to my work.” He drags his hand from my neck, grazing his fingers over the side of my breast before settling at the apex of my thighs.
I wiggle a little more, my soaked panties an ever-present reminder of just how much my body craves him. At first, I feel a tiny twinge of disappointment at his offer, but who am I kidding? This is exactly what I’ve wanted since I met the guy, and he’s being up front and honest about his boundaries. What else do I really expect?
“Can you handle that?” he presses, and I realize he’s waiting for me to respond.
“Sounds perfect. When do we start?”
“If we do this, then I’m not going to hold back from taking you exactly how I want. Does that scare you?”
