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“I am, but that isn’t your bedroom anymore, little girl,” he answered, and I looked at him quizzically.
“Come now,” he added, and his gentle tone put me at ease. We walked deeper into his wing, past his office and a few rooms that I hadn’t gone in since he’d had me help decorate them. Finally, we came to an end of the hallway to a massive wooden door. He opened it and led me inside.
It was his bedroom. I’d never been in here before.
It was simple, decorated in blues, grays, and every shade in between. The bed was enormous with a quilted gray fabric headboard. The steel blue quilt was soft and fluffy and there were a generous number of pillows that I wanted to sink into immediately. He pulled down the covers a bit before he turned around and lifted me straight into his bed.
“Good little girls get to sleep in Daddy’s bed,” he said, and he grasped my chin in his fingers. He lifted it slightly, angling me toward him as his lips descended toward mine. He kissed me with such tenderness that I practically melted. He grasped the back of my head with both hands, devouring me with that simple sweet kiss.
When he pulled away, I stared up into his eyes and finally remembered to breathe again.
“Lie down now, Cami-girl,” he urged, and he gently used a single hand to guide me downward. I laid my head on the pillow and he pulled up the covers.
“I have some work to finish, but I’ll come to bed in a short while. Close your eyes and sleep well, little girl,” he said softly.
“Goodnight, Daddy,” I whispered, already fading.
“Goodnight, my little girl,” he murmured. I didn’t hear the door shut behind him because I was already fast asleep.
I’m not sure what time he came back, but his warm hands were enough to wake me up. His lips captured mine, desperate and possessive and I surrendered immediately to him. This time, his kiss was rougher, ravenous, and it left my lips feeling sore and bruised after he was finished.
He pinned me to the bed beneath him.
“Open your legs, Cami-girl,” he growled, and I didn’t have to be told twice. His cock nudged at my entrance. His fingers slipped down, teasing my clit. The surface of his skin was slick, and I gasped, guessing that it was warming lubricant of some kind. He teased me relentlessly, making me sigh and moan as he stoked my desire from nonexistent to everything in a matter of moments. My body writhed as I curled against him, reveling in the way his body surrounded me in a cocoon of warmth and safety and all that was him. I breathed in his scent readily. There was a hint of cologne, coffee, whiskey, and sweat and it made my body pulse with desire once again.
“Daddy wants to feel this perfect little pussy squeeze his cock again,” he growled, and I yelped as he slid inside me. He took me more slowly this time, coaxing my desire higher and higher. With every thrust, his pelvis ground against my clit. My orgasm slammed over me without warning, and he kept fucking me slowly. He worked me tenderly to a second orgasm and just when my muscles convulsed around him, he jerked roughly into me and groaned primally with his own.
“Daddy,” I moaned, and his lips smothered mine before I could say anything else.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. He pulled free of me and snapped what I assumed was a condom off his cock before he cuddled around me. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I groaned, feeling the warmth of satisfied bliss wash over me. I closed my eyes and snuggled in closer to him.
The two of us fell asleep in each other’s arms. That night, I had the most restful sleep I’d ever had. I didn’t wake up until morning, not even once, but when I did his arms were still around me holding me tight.
The first thought that came to my mind was that I was so thankful that it hadn’t all just been a dream.
* * *
The next few days felt like something out of a storybook. Mason doted on me as much as he could. He woke me up with kisses, and the occasional orgasm, whether it was his tongue, his fingers, or his cock. I adored it all. Sometimes we would eat together and chat for hours. Other times he would hold me in his lap as he fed me dessert. Occasionally, I’d get my bottom bared and spanked hard over his knee, but his hands always slipped between my thighs to find me soaking wet for him afterwards. Then he would bend me over the table and teach me another much more shameful lesson.
It was like the two of us had our own little world in that great big mansion. It felt like nothing could touch us. Together we were natural, and I grew to love him more with every passing day.
I spent time reading in his office while he worked, just wanting to be surrounded by his presence for a while. I was always careful not to be too chatty or to distract him too much, but there were a fair number of times that he stopped working, bared me, and had his way with me without me doing anything at all.
Those moments of surprise were always my favorite. It was as if he couldn’t keep his hands off me and that made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.
He insisted on me calling him Daddy when we were together. I called him by name once and that was my first introduction to that terrible wooden spoon he’d been threatening me with. By the end of that particular lesson, I was blubbering apologies with my bottom extremely sore and my cheeks stained with tears. He’d held me afterwards and when I’d stopped crying, he’d lifted me chin and asked me a question.
“Who am I, my sweet little girl?”
“My Daddy,” I whispered, chewing my lip and staring into his eyes.
He’d kissed away my tears and taken me so very gently on the table after that. I’d wrapped my arms around him, rolling my hips with every hard thrust until we both came together in an explosive crescendo that left us both breathless and panting.
In all his sternness, he was really quite sweet. He would pull out my chair and hold the door for me like the perfect gentleman. He always insisted on offering me a hand or even carrying me to bed when I was sleepy. There were a few mornings he’d taken me into the shower with him, where he washed my hair and my body, doting on me as much as he could until it was time to get out. I loved it all, but those were the moments I cherished the most.
* * *
About two weeks after the first time Mason took me over his knee, he called me into his office. When I entered the room, he only said one word.
