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“Fucking take my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
It’s her turn to press her hand against the door to brace herself. My hand leaves her hip and grabs her hair. I tug her head back and lean over her. I kiss her neck, her jaw, her cheek, and the shell of her ear.
“Chellie, what are you doing to me?”
It’s a ragged whisper as I fight not to come.
“I don’t know. I’ve never felt like this. It’s scary and exciting and…”
I wrap my arm around her waist and thrust one more time. She trembles and cries out. Then I’m coming. I struggle to catch my breath, and as I float down to Earth again, I notice how red her ass is. Fuck. I was way rougher than I realized. Shit. She won’t be able to sit for days without being in pain. What the fuck did I do?
I pull out of her and ease her into my arms. I cradle her on my lap and stroke her hair, kissing her forehead.
“I’m so, so sorry, Chellie. I’m sorry.”
“What? Why?”
She pushes against my chest and twists to look at me. Her eyes widen with panic.
“Enzo?”
I shake my head as my hand hovers near her ass. Her dress is twisted and knotted around her waist, and I’m worried the outside fabric will chafe her skin.
“Enzo, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?”
“Me? No. It’s you. I lost control, and now you really are going to be in pain for days.”
“No, I’m not.”
She shakes her head. I press my hand to her ass, and she yelps.
“See. I did that to you. I was too rough. I spanked you too hard and too many times. I fucked you in a car on a seat with next to no padding or give. I probably slammed your head into the door, too. Fucking hell. Why didn’t you stop me? Why didn’t you safe word?”
“Because I didn’t want to. Enzo, stop. Don’t ruin this with misplaced guilt. I’m in my thirties. If I didn’t want this, I would have said prunes. I’m not a little girl for real. I’m a consenting adult who just had the most mind-blowing sex of my life.”
“It was?”
“Yes. I have never felt more desired, more sexy, more anything than just now. I don’t know. It was like — like the most feminine I’ve ever felt. To know you want me that much is exciting, empowering. To be the one you finally let your guard down with makes me feel — special.”
“That’s how I want you to feel. But I’m still scared I hurt you, Chellie. You just don’t realize it yet.”
She looks around and realizes we’ve been outside my building for a while. Luigi won’t dare open the door until I rap on the window. He’s likely leaning against the trunk, rolling his eyes. I’m absolutely positive we aren’t the first couple to have sex in this car. It’s why they get washed so fucking often. Half of us were probably conceived in the back of cars, since our parents are no better than any of us, even though they might pretend like they are.
Next time, we’re taking a limo and not a fucking town car. She holds up her dress and once again straddles me. She kisses my cheek before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. She eases my head against her chest and holds me for a moment. Then she lifts to rest her weight on her knees. She offers me her right breast, and I suck. Why the fuck is this so calming? Do I have some kind of Oedipus Complex? Was I breastfed too long? Not long enough?
The longer I worship her breast, the calmer I feel. She’s stroking my head and my back, and it’s the most soothing thing I can remember since I was a kid.
“I know we need to get out, but let me take care of you for a moment, Daddy.”
That’s what it is. It’s feeling taken care of. I never imagined I needed this, and I don’t know that I did before I discovered I could have this tenderness with Michelle. I turn my head and kiss her sternum before kissing up between her collar bones.
“My sweetpiccolina. Thank you.”
“Enzo, look at me for a moment. We both like it when you’re in control. I think we just proved that. Nothing has ever made me feel more special than knowing you want to take care of me and be with me. I cherish it. I feel cherished. But this goes both ways. I want you to know that you’re safe with me. That you can be a tough ass to everyone else. But if you just want a breather now and then, all you have to do is let me hold you. I’ll shield you from the world.No onewill get past me. I can promise you that. I definitely don’t think I’m a Mommy Domme, and you sure as fuck arenota little. I can’t even picture that. Like it does not compute. But when I see you upset like that, feeling guilty over something you didn’t do, something inside me just wants to hold you against me. I want to — I don’t know — have you suck on my tits. It’s calming to me, too. It doesn’t exactly feel maternal, but it sorta feels like it might solve the world’s problems for a few minutes.”
“I definitely don’t see myself ever letting you spank me. I have no interest in stuffed animals or fuzzy jammies unless it’s for Uncle Sal and Aunt Sylvia’s little girls or my niece. I admit I enjoy coloring with them, but I don’t want to do that on my own. I cannot imagine you trying to tell me to wear a coat and threatening to put me to bed without dinner if I don’t. But there is something incredibly comforting about the way you hug me, about — what do I even call it? Breast sucking? I’m not curious about what your breast milk will taste like. It’s not like that.”
