Page 99 of Don't Call Me Daddy
“Yes. Yes. Oh my God … Leo!” She throws her head back as she rides out her orgasm.
My vision blurs, and all I can do is hold her as time seems to stand still. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect,” I say as liquid heat shoots through my core, and I fill her up as she rides out the last of her pleasure.
She collapses against me, her back against my chest, and our hearts beat violently in a steady rhythm, blending with the sounds of our panting breaths. I wrap my arms around her, holding her against me as we both come back down to earth.
“That was …”
“Fucking perfect,” I answer for her, tucking her against me.
I smooth her hair from her damp face. She’s so fucking beautiful; it nearly takes my breath away, and I know that I’ll never feel like this with anyone else.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I lean up, but she doesn’t move.
“I can’t. My legs are Jell-O. Just leave me here to rest.”
“Not happening.” I go to the bathroom and start the shower before returning for her. “Come on. I’ll carry you.” I scoot her up in a cradle-carry before she can protest and carry her to the bathroom.
“You have a shower down here too?” She perks up, looking around the now-foggy space as the shower steam fills the air.
“Of course I do. It’s a sex room. Things can get messy, and it’s much easier for cleanup.”
I wait for her to use the bathroom, and it’s like we’ve been doing this for years, so comfortable around each other. It feels so natural.
Opening the glass shower door, I lead her inside, guiding her underneath the hot spray, and fuck if I’m not already starting to get hard again. You’d think I’d be satisfied after what we just did, but it’s like my cock knows this is only temporary and wants to make every moment count. He’s going to have to wait though.My girl’s exhausted, and all I want to do is wrap her up in my arms and cuddle the shit out of her for the rest of the night.
I work the shampoo suds in her hair, massaging her scalp, and to my surprise, she doesn’t protest. I’m learning the secret to managing Ivy’s smart mouth is keeping her fed and fucked … which also happens to be two of my favorite things. I love taking care of her, and for the first time in my life, I actually feel complete, like I’m finally satisfied and there’s not something missing.
Maybe I need someone to take care of, to fill this void. I used to think I couldn’t be my whole self and do my job well, but since Ivy walked into my life, it’s like she handed me a pair of glasses, and I’m seeing things clearly for the very first time. She’s changed me. She challenges me to question why I want the things that I want. When I’m around her, it almost feels like I don’t have to try so hard, like I don’t need to be perfect, like I’m good enough just as I am and I’m not too much either.
Ivy gives me hope that, someday, I’ll be able to trade the armor of guilt I wear as a shield for a clean slate, where I don’t have to hate myself or atone for my past mistakes.
The scent of vanilla and citrus fills the air as I rinse out the conditioner and lather her in shower gel.
“Why do you always insist on bathing me?” she asks as I bend down to wash her.
I tap my knee, indicating she give me her foot, to which she obliges. “Maybe I just really love taking care of you …” I realize the word choice as soon as I say it, but I don’t backpedal.
I just look into her warm sunshine eyes as I wash her, daring her to prod further. Maybe I want to tell her; maybe I want her to hear me say it.
“I love it too,” she answers, and fuck if that’s not the best goddamn thing I’ve ever heard.
“Good.” I trade for her other foot, and she giggles when I scrub the bottom.
“I hope you’re ready to carry me up those stairs because I don’t think my legs can manage. Maybe I’ll just sleep down here in the sex dungeon tonight until I can muster the strength to walk.”
“You’ll do no such thing. I plan on cuddling you all night long.” I stand and begin washing myself. “I’ll carry you up the stairs. I’ll carry you anywhere you need me to for as long as it takes. You just tell me what you need, baby girl.” I work the shampoo through my own hair and rinse my head underneath the shower stream. “Say the word, and it’s yours.”
She narrows her eyes mischievously, making her nose crinkle. “Anything?”
I scan her face, my eyes lingering on her lips. “Within reason …”
She moves a little closer as she grips my cock in her palm, and I suck in a hiss. “Even my vibrator?”
My laugh comes out in a loud boom, surprising both of us, and I take her face between my hands and kiss her gently on the forehead.
“If you think you’ll still want to use it after I’m done with you, then you have even more stamina than evenIcan manage. You thought tonight was exhausting? Just you wait. I was going easy on you. You think I have an entire room dedicated to sex and I only use a little bondage and a riding crop?”
Her smile falls, and she bites her lip, looking a little nervous.
