Page 87 of Stay Baby Stay

“Are we still in the playroom?” he rasps.

I swallow hard. As I try to picture the ceiling, the sky opens up.

“No,” I whisper. “We’re outside...in the backyard.”

“How’d we get there, baby?” He draws his tongue down to my opening.

I whine like a puppy. “I ran out of the playroom because...I didn’t want to go to sleep. You chased me outside, and now we’re in the grass.”

A deep growl rumbles up from his throat as he re-centers his mouth over my clit. My legs twitch as he sucks on me, like my clit is a piece of candy. I was already close before he slid down there, and now I feel my orgasm within reach.

“Is it daytime? Are there neighbors?”

I imagine looking left and right, seeing fences, other houses.

“Yes... Anyone could see us if they looked out their windows. They see everything you’re doing to me. See my daddy...fucking me.”

In a flash, Cal’s on top of me, pinning my wrists to the bed. The sudden burst of aggression makes my heart race. His cock burns hot against my inner thigh. I feel the trail of precum as it drips.

Gazing up at him with wide eyes, I know for sure it’s Demon Daddy staring down at me.

My clit pulses as I wait for him to drive his cock into my pussy. To take me hard, like a devil would. To rip my orgasm from me.

But as the seconds tick by, I can hear his breathing change. The tension in his fingers around my wrists loosens.

He releases me.

“Fuck,” he hisses, kneeling upright. He scrubs at his face as though he’s only just realizing what he’s done, what he’s been doing.

“What is it, Daddy?” I whisper.

He’s quiet for a long, taut moment. I’m afraid to move, afraid not to move. Everything was rushing along so fast, and I was so turned on. Did I say the wrong thing? Take the fantasy in a direction it wasn’t supposed to go?

“I’m sorry,” he says finally. “I always seem to let myself get carried away with you.”

Slowly, I push upright to sit closer to him. “Was I not supposed to mention the neighbors?”

“What?” He draws me flush to his chest and pets my hair. “No, baby, you said everything right. I let myself take it too far. I almost...”

He winces like something bit him, and I realize what I’m looking at is remorse.

I press a kiss to his collarbone. “You don’t have to feel bad, Daddy. I was having fun.”

He sighs heavily. “No, baby, that wasn’t fun. That was selfish. I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.”

“Why not? I’m not scared of your demon. He’s part of you.” Once again, the wordsI love youthreaten to spill out, but I hold them back. Dam them up like a river, so they can’t flood the room. Instead of pouring my heart out, I wrap my hand around his cock—still hard, still hot.

He sucks in air as I stroke him, thrusting into my fist a few times before he guides my hand off.

“Holly, listen to me.” He cradles my face. “My job is to hunt down bad guys. It’s what I do. Before I met you, it was all I wanted to do. Now all I want is protect you from the kind of men who would abuse you. But part of me wants to do just that. It wants to...” He winces as though even thinking the words physically hurts him.

All at once, I understand what he’s trying to say.

He’s afraid his desires for rough Daddy play make him just as evil as the devils he’s hunting. He sees his kinks, his appreciation of my little side, mixed with his own aggressive fantasies, as symptoms of a deep-rooted rot in his core.

“No, Cal.” I press his hand to my cheek. “Wanting to play rough with me isn’t the same as wanting to abuse me. You’re a good man—”

“A good man doesn’t fantasize about pinning you down in the grass and fucking you in front of the neighbors. That’s not somethinggood mendo.”

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