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He rammed inside her pussy, her body using his hand position as bumpers to keep her head from slamming into the headboard. And then he circled her neck with his hand, leaned in by her ear, and demanded, “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“It’s yours, Daddy,” she wailed. The hand at her throat made her feel owned, like she belonged to him in truth.
And a part of Freya wanted to surrender fully and tell him everything. She wanted to give herself to him in every way that mattered. Except she couldn’t because it would ruin everything. But she could give him her body.
“Yes. Fuck yes, it is.” He grunted as he rutted inside her.
Her climax rose and ripped her to shreds with claws and teeth. She screamed unintelligible sounds.
Above her, Jasper strained and roared her name. “Freya.”
He pumped his hips as he came, gliding deep until he was spent and sated. He slumped against her back, pressing his mouth against her neck. Before he moved, he murmured, “You’re such a good lass. Daddy enjoyed fucking his pussy and can’t wait to do it again.”
She whimpered. “Me too, Daddy.”
He turned her face and took her mouth in a tender kiss that made her heart clench. When he ended it, he withdrew from her body, removed the butt plug, and undid the cuffs before rubbing life back into her arms.
Boneless and contented, she laid there while he rose and disposed of the condom. Jasper returned with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned her up between her thighs. Then he helped her beneath the covers and slid in beside her. He shut off the light. Then drew her against his side. He pressed his lips against her forehead. “Sleep, lass.”
“Yes, Daddy.” And she closed her eyes. Snuggled against him, the long day caught up with her, and she was out in minutes.
19
In the morning, Freya woke alone. It was far later in the day than she normally woke up. She couldn’t believe it. The sun was up. It wasn’t that early predawn darkness. Springing out of bed, panic gripped her by the throat.
Maddie. She’d slept so late and left Maddie to fend for herself. It made her the worst mom in the world.
Freya threw on clothes, not paying attention to what she put on, only to realize as she raced out of the room and down the hall to Maddie’s that she wore her shorts and one of Jasper’s shirts. It smelled like him. And while she wanted to stop and press her nose into the soft material and inhale him, she had to get Maddie.
She barreled into her bedroom. But she was gone.
Before she began hyperventilating, she knew she had to be with Jasper. But it didn’t stop the fear. For so long, she’d been the only one guarding her, the only one taking care of her, that having anyone else step in felt foreign.
She raced down the stairs, trying to make it appear like she wasn’t having a meltdown before she’d had a cup of coffee.
Freya located her in the kitchen at the table with Jasper. She sat in the highchair, happily shoveling eggs and pancakes into her mouth.
“Mama.” Maddie beamed, like she was having the best morning ever.
All the panic drained from her body. She was fine. Great, even. She had nothing to worry about. More for her than Maddie, she walked over and kissed her forehead. “Morning, baby. You’re eating eggs this morning.”
Maddie nodded and shoved more scrambled eggs into her mouth, acting like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. How about that? He’d gotten her to eat eggs. Would wonder never cease?
And then she finally glanced at Jasper, her husband, and furiously blushed.
His cobalt eyes lit with pleasure when he realized what she wore. “Morning, lass. You look rested.”
“I can’t believe I slept in like that. I don’t remember the last time I slept until eight.” It was before she had Maddie, if not longer than that.
“You more than earned a morning in bed.” He winked, a wicked smile curled his lips. The heat within his stare made her want to fan her face.
“Thanks for taking care of Maddie this morning.”
“She’s a sweet lassie.”
“Who probably needs a diaper change by now.”
“We took care of it, didn’t we?” He tweaked Maddie’s nose, much to her delight. Maddie was falling for the big Scot. Not that she blamed her daughter one bit, because she understood it.
