Page 24 of His to Cherish
He stares into my eyes. “Because I didn’t think I would be good for you. I thought my brand of kinkiness would turn you off.”
Heat floods my face at the mere mention of kink and he groans, brushing his fingertips over my hot skin. “You’re so fucking pretty when you blush.”
“I don’t know how this works,” I admit.
“Well, when two people like each other very much?—”
I smack his arm. “I’m serious! I’ve never done anything like this before, Ollie. All of my relationships have been totally vanilla.”
He growls, his fingers tightening on my hips. “As much as it pains me to even think of anyone else touching you, I have to ask. Have you found those vanilla relationships fulfilling?”
“I guess I thought so at the time,” I admit. “But after last night…” I shake my head. “Nothing else compares to the way you made me feel.”
He grins. “Damn straight.”
I roll my eyes. “Such an ego.”
Oliver reaches up and cups my cheeks, bringing his head close to mine so we’re staring into each other’s eyes. “So you liked it last night? What we did together?”
I know my face is on fire as I nod. “I more than liked it.”
His eyes flash and I get the feeling he’s battling for control. “All of it? The spanking?” I nod. “And the rest?”
“You mean calling you Daddy?”
His jaw clenches, making him look pained, and he nods. “Yes, baby. Did you like how that felt? Giving me control? Letting me take care of you?”
“Yes.” I swallow, my nerves rising. “How would it work? Would you want that all the time? Like, would I call you Daddy when we’re just hanging out? Would we even hang out anymore? Would we still do all the same stuff or would it be all about sex or?—”
“Slow down there, Lills,” he says, rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks. “You’re thinking too hard.” He presses a kiss to my forehead and I have to fight not to swoon at the contact. “I’m not interested in losing what we have. I just want to add to it.”
That settles something deep inside me, some remaining fear that the step I took last night might cost me my best friend.
“As for the rest…” He shrugs. “I’m not going to insist you call me Daddy all the time. I do want to take care of you, all the time—that’s part of it, for me. Knowing that you trust me, that you depend on me.” His eyes flash. “But using the word Daddy, that’s mostly a bedroom game. A way for me to feel like I’m in control, to fully immerse myself in caring for another person. Having youlook at me the way you did last night, hearing those words…” I watch his throat as he swallows. “It turns me on.”
“Me too,” I admit.
He studies me for a minute before a beautiful, almost boyish grin takes over his face. “Then let’s stop with all the worrying and all the questions. We can take this a day at a time. Figure out what feels good for us. What we’re comfortable with. Okay?”
Relief crashes over me. “That sounds perfect.”
“Thank fuck for that,” he mutters, then his lips are on mine, insistent and hot, and I open for him, already groaning at the feel of his tongue pushing into me. “I love the way you taste, baby,” he growls. “I can’t wait to find out what your pussy tastes like.”
I moan at that, clinging to his biceps as he ravages my mouth. Suddenly we’re moving, Ollie lifting me as he stands. He strides toward my bedroom without breaking the kiss and has me flat on my back in seconds.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” he says, reaching for the hem of my top.
“You too.” But he pushes my hands away when I reach for his shirt.
“I didn’t ask you to do that,” he says. “And your job is to do what I ask. Understand?”
I nod, that heavy arousal rushing over me. I was already turned on just from his dominating kiss but this is something else entirely. The depth of this feeling, the intensity, is something I only ever experienced with him last night. Letting him take over. Letting him own me.
He strips my tank off and immediately goes to work on the clasp of my bra. A moment later he’s peeling the lace cups away from my chest and the room is filled with the sound of his deep growl. “Didn’t spend enough time with these tits last night,” he grunts. Before I can react, he’s taking a stiff nipple into hismouth, sucking so hard my back arches up off the bed. “So fucking pretty, Lilly.”
“Ollie,” I whine, squirming under the assault on my breasts.
“I like you writhing like that, baby,” he says in approval. “Keep that up while I enjoy these sweet tits.”
