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It didn’t. Of course.
He shouldn’t have in the first place.
Little too late for that now.
He still had a job to do. Aftercare.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. Emily blinked up at him in a post-passion daze that did all sorts of things to his pride. Dammit. Now was not the time to be smug, even if he had achieved his goal of making her first time fucking amazing.
He’d been trying to make Sunshine’s first time amazing.
But she was Sunshine.
Gathering himself, he went to the bathroom and disposed of the condom. The reddish tint to the juices on it made him feel a strange sense of possessive caveman-ness that he immediately pushed away. He threw the condom into the trash can and dampened a cloth with warm water, so he could clean her up. By the time he did, Emily was looking a little more like herself, nervously working her lower lip and blushing hotly when he spread her legs to wipe her down.
As soon as he was done, she sat up, curling her knees up and wrapping her arms loosely around them as she met his gaze.
“So, um, hi, Mr. Elliott…” Her voice trailed off.
“Call me Damian.”
Emily blushed hotly again, and it struck him how reminiscent it was of their conversation where he told her to call him Daddy. Fuck. Was she thinking about calling him Daddy again? He was thinking about how much he’d liked it when she had.
Thankfully, he’d pulled his pants back up when he’d gone to the bathroom, so she couldn’t see his slowly thickening length at the very thought of her calling him Daddy again.
They stared at each other for a long moment.
“What the hell were you thinking, selling your virginity on the internet?” The words burst out of him. He had no doubt she’d been a virgin before this evening. He still didn’t understand how that was possible, but he knew Emily wasn’t a liar and wouldn’t try to fool anyone like that. What he didn’t understand was why the hell she would do something so dangerous.
“Because I need the money!” She burst into tears.
“Oh, hey, honey…” It was not in him to deny her comfort. It didn’t matter that she was naked—and he was still naked from the waist up—he gathered her in his arms, pulling her onto his lap as she cried.
Fuck.
Duh.
Dumbass.
He’d known the answer, even though he didn’t understand how her situation had gotten so desperate that she’d needed to resort to this. No, what he really didn’t understand was how she’d gotten to this point without him knowing about it.
Dammit.
He was angrier at himself than anything else.
Rocking her on his lap, he held her tightly until the tears ran out, then reached over to the nightstand to grab some tissues.
“Blow,” he ordered as he held them to her nose. She did, sniffling a little, then shifted on his lap as she realized he was hard again.
Yeah, so sue him. His dick got hard when a pretty girl with no clothes on sat on his lap and allowed him to dry her tears. It had been a really long time since that had happened. All his Daddy Dom needs were bubbling up in a way that was hard to ignore. He knew he should move her off his lap and tell her to get dressed, but he really didn’t want to let her go.
She’s not acting like she wants to move, either. One more minute. I can have one more minute of this, then I’ll move her.
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Her Best Friend’s Dad
Emily
