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The things I let this man put me through should have been illegal. Before we left the bathtub, he made me come three times. He said he would have kept going, but the food was going to be arriving. I sent a silent thank you to the universe for the reprieve, not knowing if I could have handled another orgasm in that moment. Every single one of my nerves was tingling and every brush against my over-sensitized skin was almost painful. But the most frustrating part was that he wouldn’t let me reciprocate in any way. I just had to receive and I wanted so badly to touch him, taste him, and feel him inside me.
“We have all night, baby,” was all he kept saying over and over again. Because apparently, he wasn’t planning on sleeping.
When he helped me out of the water, he had to hold me up because I felt weak and boneless from the attention. Wrapping a towel around my body, he led me to the foot of his bed and sat me down before taking the time to dry himself. I let myself fall backwards and relax on his cloudlike mattress, thankful that I’d thought to pile my hair atop my head so it wouldn’t get wet in the bath. I closed my eyes and sighed.
“I love that sound of contentment.” Archer chuckled.
“I love the feeling of contentment,” I mumbled back without thinking. I was content in the moment, but as a whole I definitely didn’t feel the same way about our relationship. I felt scared and insecure, and like a fool for letting myself fall for him, knowing he was practically a gigolo, playing with other women for money.
At the very least, I knew I should talk to him about my feelings; our few rules practically demanded that I do so, but I was too tired and satiated to get into a discussion about any of it. And of course, that was just tonight’s excuse. Tomorrow, I’d have a new one, because I just couldn’t bring myself to bring it up to him. We were too new and I couldn’t expect him to drop all of his obligations for me. It wasn’t fair. Tears began to well in my eyes and I forced them back. What waswrongwith me?
Archer threw on a pair of shorts and went to get the food from the delivery person and I sat up. Still wrapped in a towel, I trodded back to the bathroom to take a few deep breaths and gain some sort of control over my emotions. The last thing on earth I needed was for him to see me upset.
When I felt confident that my emotions were tamped down enough for me to avoid an awkward and unwanted conversation, I left the bathroom just as Archer was coming into the bedroom.
“Time for dinner, babygirl.” His easy smile warmed my frazzled heart. God, he was handsome.
He took the towel from around me and did a long slow look at my naked body. “I’m a fucking lucky man, you know that?”
A whole new wave of blushing heated my cheeks and I nibbled my lip. “I could say the same.” It was true, I was lucky to have any of his attention at all and if I could just keep that perspective then everything would be fine. “Well, minus the man part.” I turned to sass because sass was safe.
“Thank goodness.” He chuckled. “Let’s go eat.”
“But I’m naked.” I pointed out the obvious, momentarily forgetting his earlier edict.
“Which is how you will be spending the evening.” He turned me toward the door and smacked my ass. “Go.”
Sighing heavily, I walked out into the main living area of his apartment. He had the sushi on the table, but there was only one chair and one plate. I looked at it and then back at him unsure of what was going on. “Am I eating alone?”
“Nope.” He walked around me and sat in the chair.
“Are… you eating alone?” I wrapped my arms around my middle, really uneasy and unsure about what was happening. Why would he keep me naked and everything just to ask me to leave so he could eat by himself? No, that thought was ridiculous. He bought a litter box, for goodness sakes. He wasn’t going to ask me to leave.
“We’re eating together, Audrey. Come here.” He patted his lap.
I scrunched my eyebrows in question.
“You’re going to sit on Daddy’s lap so I can feed you,” he explained.
When I didn’t move toward him, he raised a brow.
“Unless you’d rather kneel at Daddy’s feet and eat that way… Up to you, but I’m sure my lap is a lot more comfortable.”
The floor is a lot more safe,I told myself. Did I want to sit in his lap and let him take care of me like the doting Daddy I craved? Yes. But I couldn’t.
Without a word I went to the table and lowered myself to my knees at his feet.
The look he gave me was one of surprised confusion. “Okay, if that’s your choice.”
He got up and went to his room, leaving me kneeling naked next to the table.
Had I made the wrong choice and upset him somehow? I turned to see what was happening, but just as soon as I’d talked myself into getting up and asking him what was going on, he came out of the room carrying a long flat pillow of some sort.
Reaching a hand down to me, he helped me to stand. “Daddy’s girl never kneels on the hard floor,” he informed me as he laid the pillow down.
Dammit, he was so sweet and caring and when he spoke to me like that it made me want to forget his six other girls even existed.
“Thank you.” I smiled and resumed my position.
