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“God, you’re wonderful.” There was a reverent awe in his voice that had me feeling all kinds of ways, even as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back up onto my hands and knees, then scooted behind me, poising his cockhead at my back hole.
I thought about him and how big he was and whimpered. “Are you sure I’m ready?”
“We’re gonna find out.”
The bottle of lube popped open again, and he slathered more of the cold, sticky liquid around my pucker as I braced myself.
“Just relax, babygirl. I’ll go slow, and I’ll stop if you want me to.”
So I forced myself to relax, which wasn’t easy to do when you know there’s a torpedo-sized cock angling for your butthole, but there was also something about it that I liked. It felt like the ultimate submission. I didn’t hate the way it made me feel.
He pushed his tip past my barrier, stretching me far wider than his two fingers had, and I had to bear down to take him deeper, but he kept his hands tight around my hips, and I liked the way it felt as he guided his cock inside my private place.
He went slowly but steadily, and somehow I kept stretching, and kept taking it, focusing on the way it made me feel and the pleasure I knew it would give him. He was about half in when it started to hurt, but just like he had promised, it hurt good, so I bit down on my knuckles and just let it happen.
Finally, I could feel his crotch against my bottom, his balls tickling my pussy as they hung.
“You okay, babygirl?” he whispered.
I choked back a strangled cry and nodded. “Yes, Daddy, I’m okay. Just… go slow, okay?”
He kept one hand on my hip and reached up to tangle the other one through my hair, releasing it from the braided updo I’d kept it in during dinner, letting the curls fall in waves down my back.
The simple act of letting down my hair took my breath away. No man had even done that before and there was something so sexy and so possessive in it. When his fingers raked through my soft curls, a warmth flooded my body. I felt desired. Somehow it helped ease the pain, and when he picked up the pace of his thrusts, I wasn’t just enduring it, I was living for it.
All of the discomfort faded away when he whispered ‘good girl’ into my ear, and I found myself pushing back to take his cock with each thrust. It wasn’t just for him anymore, but for me too. The pain was deliciously fulfilling, and when I felt his balls tighten and his muscles tense, his breathing growing labored, interspersed with moans that could only be described as feral, I reached back and grabbed his ball sack in my cupped hand, tugging gently on the smooth but wrinkled skin. I knew the exact moment he came, with three long, hard thrusts, grunting noisily as he filled my bottom with his cum.
I’d made it. When he pulled out of me, I collapsed against the pillows with my heart pounding in my ears, barely able to hear him over the sound of my own labored breathing as he moved around the room, discarding the condom, padding into the master bathroom, and returning with a wet cloth. He was quiet and gentle as he used it to first wipe my brow and neck, and then clean my pussy and bottom hole, before finally collapsing beside me on the bed.
I was still face down over the pillows, but he rolled me onto my side and wrapped his body around mine, making me the little spoon.
“Are you okay?” he asked again.
“I’m perfect, Daddy.” My entire body ached, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk to the car if he expected me to go home anytime soon, but I was satisfied, maybe more than I’d ever been before, and I was so relaxed and happy.
“Yes, you are. You did so good, baby. You’re such a good girl, Audrey,” he crooned. “Daddy is so pleased.”
If I thought I’d lived for those two words before, it was nothing compared to what it felt like hearing them now that I felt like I earned them.
All I wanted to do, I vowed to myself, from that point on, was to be Daddy’s perfect good girl.
Easier said than done.
Chapter 8
Archer
It had been a long time since I had been a Daddy to one woman, and now I was a Daddy to seven, even if Audrey was the only one who truly counted.
The balance was harder than I had thought it would be.
When I was with them, I was thinking of Audrey, and when I was with Audrey, even at work, I found myself having to constantly reassure her that what I had with her was different, that my relationships with the other girls were just business. And they were. There was truly no comparison, but I was used to being the jealous one in a relationship. Being on the other side of that when I knew I wasn't doing anything wrong was hard.
Still, I tried my best to be sympathetic to how it made her feel, and I had done everything in my power to assure her she was the only one who mattered.
Half way through our second week together, I came up with a plan of action to help assuage some of her doubts.
“What happened in here?” Audrey squeaked when she saw the mess in the front office.
