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I look at him through glassy eyes, admiring the way his flushed cheeks are exposed since he shaved. “I don’t know that I’m going to come again.”
He tips my chin up and lets out a gruff laugh. “Just because the video’s done, doesn’t mean you are.”
His voice is so gravelly and confident that I forget my prior statement. My body responds to him in a way that is almost embarrassing, it’s so desperate.
He grins, tracing his thumb over my bottom lip. “Now, do you want to tell Daddy what it’s going to take to get you to come again? Or, do I need to find out on my own?”
My lips part in a gasp. Shit. Exposed like this, stuck between him and the toy still deep inside me, there’s nowhere to hide. I let that slip earlier, but I’ve never truly explored this kink. That’s about to change though, because based on the way my nipples harden and I feel my pussy pulses around the tentacle, I want this, and above all else, I feel safe. There’s no judgment when he looks at me—the only thing I see staring back at me is his desire to please and worship me.
“Keep talking,” I moan, slumping forward. “Please.”
I want him to talk to me like this. His voice alone might push me over the edge again. At this point, I don’t care that he’s probably partly responsible for me developing this particular kink. His voice—the way he winds up my need, my lust—it’s better than I imagined.
He supports me with one hand while slowly circling the wand over my clit with the other. He brings his lips to my neck, and even in the steamy shower, I feel his breath on the shell of my ear.
“That fucking voice,” he growls.
“Is it too much?” I pant. For the briefest moment, I doubt myself. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it does come off too strong.
“No,” he rasps against my neck. I feel the instant wave of relief, and any self-doubt is erased. “It’s perfect, like you. It’s more you than I could’ve imagined. I don’t know how I never saw—no—how I never heard it. It was always you, right there in front of me.”
“Don’t stop. Make me come again, Sly.”
“Is that how you get what you want?” he whispers into my ear. “Because I think you need to ask me nicely.”
“Can I come again? Please, Daddy.”
“Maybe, if you’re a good girl for me.”
He lets go of me, but still keeps the mini wand pressed to my clit. Sly grabs one of the bars on the shower wall, pulling himself up to stand, towering over me. He balances himself with his remaining limb, propping it on the bench behind him. Standing like this, his thick cock is inches from my lips. His quad flexes under the strain, and I realize just how strong his thighs must be. I look up to find him watching me with a feral smile, flashing those dimples.
This version of Sly—the man—is decidedly not the boy I loved growing up. This version is firmly in charge, and considering how much I’m constantly on my game, on guard, and aware of everything around me, he might be what I need—possibly more than ever.
I never get a chance to let go and shut my brain off—until now. In this moment with him, I get to be free and enjoy this—enjoy him—and the way he craves and devours me.
When he parts my lips with his thumb and nods, I feel his smile continue to melt any remaining walls I’ve kept between us.
CHAPTER 34
SLY
I Was Wrong
I look down into Josie’s eyes, admiring the way her short red hair clings to her forehead. From her glassy eyes and parted lips, to the pleading whimpers she makes while I hold her wand to her clit, everything tells me that I was wrong.
She’s not just the woman of my dreams, she’s perfect. I was stupid to ever think I could let her go and attempt to get over her.
Seeing my Josie—my Bunny—fulfilling one of my fantasies was enough to remind me exactly how stupid I was, and how lucky I am to have her let me back into her world.
And calling me Daddy? Yeah, I have no fucking clue why that makes my cock twitch thinking about it, but I know she wants it, and that alone does something to me.
Exploring kinks with her is nothing new, and I’m already into this one. I’ll be anything she wants, anything she needs, as long as it’s me she’s choosing. Right now, that means doing what I love the most—reminding her how fucking special she is and that she deserves to be pleased, as much as she wants to be.
That’s why I take the wand off her clit, despite her protesting gasp.
“You want to come again? For me?”
She nods, biting her lip. I bring her vibrator to her hand and place it in her limp fingers. I close my fist around it until I know she’s holding it tightly, guiding her hand and the head of the wand back to her clit. Her eyes roll back when the vibrator makes contact with her swollen pleasure point, and I grin, knowing that my girl is already close again.
