I glanced up at him from where my head rested on his shoulder and the look on his face told me he was serious. Fuck. Could I call another man Daddy? That had never been mything, but I couldn’t deny that the thought of calling him Daddy turned me on.
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized I wanted nothing more than to be soooo good for him. To give up the control I needed in my every day life and trust him to take care of me.
To make me fall apart and put me back together even better than I was before he touched me.
“Please, Daddy… let me come.” My voice was low, barely more than a whisper, but the way he smiled at me as he bent his head and gave me a soft kiss made me soar.
“Fly for me. Fly so high for me, little bird. Higher than ever before,” he whispered as he wrapped his arm around my throat and squeezed.
His words triggered my climax and my load shot out of me so hard and far that I thought I was going to pass out. It took a few seconds for me to realize the spots dancing behind my eyes were because I couldn’t breathe. My hands reached up and tapped Nate’s arm.
I could hear him behind me as he pistoned into my ass and the low groan he let out as the muscles in his arm tightened, marked his release.
“Fuck, Aiden,” he groaned out.
For a moment, I didn’t move, wanting to give him a second to get his bearings and come down and let me go.
But he didn’t let go. I gasped his name and wrapped my hands around Nate’s arm, trying to pull him off when he continued to squeeze. The most embarrassing thing about that moment was the way my cock let out another jet of cum.
Nate immediately let go and I fell down onto the bed, landing in the mess I had made as I wasn’t able to brace myself. Stunned, I lay there while he held my hips and slowly pulled himself out. I wasn’t sure where he went, but I felt the bed move and it took a moment before I realized he’d gone to the bathroom when I heard the sink turn on.
I moved my head so I was facing the opposite direction, not wanting him to see the angry and embarrassed tears that streamed down my face. Sex had never been like that for me and I wasn’t sure I had liked it. Except, I couldn’t fool either one of us because we both knew how hard I came—untouched—and that I’d come again when he choked me.
When the warm cloth unexpectedly touched my used and abused ass, I let out a hiss.
“Sorry,” he murmured, but I couldn’t tell if he really meant it or not. Or what exactly he was apologizing for—there were a few things that immediately came to mind. He didn’t stop wiping down my ass and thighs, though, tapping my hip when he wanted me to turn over so he could clean my front.
Which just added to my embarrassment even more. I’d never had a guy stop and clean me up after we had sex. Not even boyfriends ever took the time to take that step for me.
It immediately made me think of him as Daddy and an irrational spike of anger shot through me. Then again, maybe it wasn’t so irrational.
“I can do that myself,” I snarked and he looked up at me in surprise, his brown eyes wide but unreadable.
“Oh,” he said, dropping the washcloth on the bed.
He stood there as we stared at each other, and I was unsure what I should do or say. Part of me felt stupid, but then another part of me reminded me that I had felt something uneasy in him from the beginning. And it wasn’t as though the sex was bad. It was great.
I didn’t know why I was mad. Except maybe I was mad at myself because I liked when he choked me. Not to mention the wholeDaddything. But I wasn’t sure if that was real or just a power move. Maybe I was just mad he hadn’t discussed any of it prior to us having sex. I wasn’t one to kink shame, but I also thought you should have an open dialogue with a partner before unleashing something like that. Particularly something as dangerous as choking.
Nate tore his eyes away from mine and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Ummm. Sorry. I can…I can go, if you want. I’d understand.”
My eyes tracked Nate’s movements as he picked up his discarded suit and started to haphazardly pull it on. I let out a sigh.
“Don’t be stupid,” I muttered as I swung my legs off the side of the bed.
I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I had a sudden pang of need for the mystifying man in front of me. Something that told me I didn’t want to let him go. But that was silly because it was only a one-night stand. I had to let him go eventually.
Right?
He looked up at me like he wasn’t sure if he could trust my words, which I didn’t want to analyze the irony at the moment. So I stood up and reached my hand out to him and tugged him along to the bathroom. We could both use a shower and I was running on pure instinct.
I had a feeling he didn’t want to leave just as much as I didn’t want him to leave. And that was something I could work with.
Once the water got warm, I urged him to get in the shower and then I got in behind him and grabbed the soap and started to wash him.
“I…umm…you don’t have to do that.” The tentative tone in his voice made me pause and I wondered if he didn’t like it or perhaps he just wasn’t used to someone taking care of him.
