14. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Daisy

I want his mouth back on my skin. Hearing his story was sad, and I wanted to bring him comfort. The heat is distracting, though. I am ready for him to take me. Obeying him won’t be a hardship. Calling him Daddy comes naturally. Every word he spoke turned me on even more. His acceptance of my quirks makes me believe the universe knew who I needed.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say, lifting my chin. “It satisfies me greatly to give you my blood.”

“What is your word?”

“Chains,” I say quickly. He leans back further into the cushions of the couch.

“Stand up,” he commands. I slowly back off of his lap, getting to my feet. “You already know I like to watch.” I nod. “Take off your clothes.” He cups his hands behind his head and widens his legs.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say and take a step back. My skin tingles with anticipation. I didn’t know someone watching me undress would turn me on. With Micah, everything is natural. I reach for the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head, dropping it at my feet. My hair floats around my shoulders and down my back. I move my hand to the clasp of my bra.

“No,” he says, and I pause. “Your pants first.”

I don’t question it and drop my hands to pop the button and glance up. His eyes are glued to my fingers, and the heat washes over me, prompting me to move faster. I hurry to lower my zipper when he speaks again.

“Slow,” he says. Fuck, I want fast. I start to open my mouth but stop when he narrows his eyes.

I bite my lip and unzip slowly. I widen the opening of my jeans a bit at a time, working them over my hips until they reach my thighs. I watch his face, waiting for further instruction, but when he remains silent, I continue. I bend as I work them down my legs.

“Use my legs as support,” he instructs.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I put one hand on his thigh as I pull the bottom of my jeans over my foot. I swap and move to the other leg. I kick them out of the way and stand straight. Waiting. Wanting.

“Turn around.” I shiver and turn. “What a beautiful ass,” he comments. I expect his touch, but it never comes. “Take off your bra now.” My fingers fumble but succeed. I slide the straps over my arms, and it joins the pile of clothes. I wait for him to tell me to face him, yet once again, he doesn’t do what I expect. “Panties,” he growls.

I know what position I will be in as I bend to take them off. “Daddy?”

“What did I say?”

I swallow. Who am I kidding? I’m dripping because of his commands and his eyes skating over every inch of exposed skin.

I hook my fingers on the sides of my underwear and slowly slide them down. Bending at the waist as they travel. I use the table in front of me to replace his thighs to balance.

“Stay.” My heart jumps. “Widen your legs.” I work my feet across the floor, doing as he wants. He can see everything. I close my eyes. I desperately want his touch. “You are stunning, pet. This pussy,” he breathes deep. “Is gorgeous.” I hear him lean forward. I feel the heat from his body closing in, but not close enough. “You are being such a good girl,” he hums, and warmth spreads over me. “Are you going to continue to be good?”

I nod. “Yes, Daddy.” I like being his good girl. I never thought I would want to give over control to a man, but it feels natural with Micah.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says silkily. “I’m going to slide my fangs into your skin. You are going to feed your Daddy.”

“Yes,” I groan.

“I am not going to touch you in any other way right now. While I am drinking your blood, you are going to come.”

“Please.” I’m disappointed by his lack of touch, but I desperately want to nourish his body.

“I want to hear your agreement,” he says sternly.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Thank you.” My toes curl, waiting for him to strike. I feel his breath on the inside of my thigh. I can hear the rustling of his clothes as he moves on the couch. Without my sight, every other sense is enhanced and concentrated on the vampire behind me.

I tremble when his tongue hits my skin. He licks once, twice, and pulls back. Time moves slowly as I hold my breath, yearning. I need his possession of my blood and my body. He makes me wait. What seems like hours to me must only be minutes. I roll my lips to stop the words of begging that want to emerge. I only hold them back because I want to please Micah, and somehow I know if I beg, he will only make me wait longer.

I groan when he finally strikes. He sucks my blood from my body, and nothing has been as pleasurable as the act. I have never thought about what it would feel like. I never dreamed about a vampire mate or what that would mean. I never gave much thought to vampires at all. It’s an emotion that is hard to put into words.

The orgasm rushes through my body, the prolonged expectation of his feeding bringing me to the edge before he bites me. My fingers dig into the wood as the biggest wave of completion rolls over me. He was worried about draining me, but he should have been worried about me encouraging him to take it all. I wouldn’t be too upset if he changed me now. I wasn’t ready, but right now, I would give him everything.

He rips his mouth away. “Not yet, pet.” How did he know my thoughts? “That’s why I’m in charge.” He licks the wound, and aftershocks course through me, making the pressure rise again. “I am looking forward to drinking your blood forever,” he rumbles.

“Micah,” I cry, jumping when he drags his fang across my swollen pussy.

“I am not Micah right now,” he growls. The sting of his hand hitting my ass radiates tingles of pleasure over my skin. “Fuck, I love the blush,” he rasps. “Do you like that, pet?”

“Fuck, yes,” I moan. I know there will be many things he does to me I’ve never tried and never imagined liking, but I love it because it’s Daddy doing it.

“Be a good girl and reach back. Put your hand between your legs,” he commands.

“Shit,” I gasp, hesitating.

“Problem?” he asks. “Is that also a hard limit?”

“No,” I assure him. He is my fantasy come to life. I brace on my left hand and glide my hand down my body.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Put them inside that pretty pussy.”

I close my eyes and go as deep as possible, a thrill hitting my system. As his finger joins mine, I almost pass out. He matches my strokes.

“Daddy, please, please,” I sob.

“I want you to come again before I fuck you. Give it to Daddy.” He speeds up, and I match it. “Such a pretty sight. Your pussy is so swollen from Daddy’s attention. I can’t wait to stretch this pussy with my cock.”

“Daddy,” I whimper, the orgasm rolling over me while our fingers curl. His words put me over the edge just as much as the motion. I have to lock my legs to keep from falling on the floor. Shards of wood are scattered over the table.

“So good.” He pulls his fingers out along with mine, and I hear him suck them into his mouth. “Stay still.” I put my hand beside the other and hang my head, catching my breath. I hear his zipper lower.

Fuck yes. I am ready to be taken by my vampire.

Faster than I can track, I am suddenly facing the back of the couch. The wood in front of me is replaced with fabric. My knees are spread wide on the edge of the cushion. I love that he is a man who can move me as he wants. It makes me feel delicate.

“Are you ready, pet?” he asks.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say eagerly, looking over my shoulder. Micah is bare-chested, and his pants are lowered. His fist strokes his cock. The sight is delicious. He is a big guy and so beautifully made. “Very ready.” I lick my lips, unable to look away from his hand.

He chuckles. “I’m glad you like looking at Daddy.” He steps closer, and my neck strains. “Turn around,” he orders. My hair flies around my face, obeying immediately. “Perfect,” he whispers and thrusts.

I tense my arms, trying to stay in the same position he put me in. His hand spans the top of my ass, the other wraps around and down, pressing on my clit.

How did I ever live without him?

He feels like…home.

Others take sex for granted. It’s an act of pleasure to satisfy an itch. Sex with Micah is a whole-body experience. He engages every single ounce of my senses. I am aware of every stroke, every drag of his cock on my soft walls, the pressure of his big, rough hands, and every sound of his claiming. Our combined smell surrounds us, and the aroma of my blood in the air satisfies my need to give everything to him.

“Oh...” I whisper as he hits new depths. A twinge in my legs brings a bite of pain, and I grit my teeth, trying to ignore it.

“Love,” Micah says and slows. “Does that hurt?”

“No. Don’t stop,” I beg, but my mate ignores the plea. He pulls out quickly, and I find myself on my back, staring up at him.

“Do not endure the pain for a misguided wish to please me,” he growls, kneeling between my legs. “It’s my fault; I forgot about your legs. I will be more careful in the future, but do not lie to me.” I blink. His fierce expression at his guilt for hurting me in any way makes my heart thud painfully.

“I’m sorry. I won’t lie again,” I rush to say. I grasp his shoulder and pull. He allows it, and he presses against my breasts. His concern only makes me want him more.

“Thank you.” He gently slides inside me, and I wrap my leg around him. “Hands above your head,” he orders against my lips. I move them quickly, twining my fingers. He rewards me with a kiss and resumes his thrusts.

His lips are soft and thorough. He teases me with his tongue as his hand cups my breast. With every connection of our hips, he pulls on my nipple and swirls his tongue with mine. He breaks away and dips his head, laving my nipple, his hand squeezing as he pulls it into his mouth.

“Daddy,” I pant. The orgasm is building and building to a point of pleasure I have never felt before.

He releases me with a pop. “Hold it, Pet.” He slides his fang over my nipple.

“I can’t,” I whimper.

“You will. You will hold it for Daddy,” he demands, and I grit my teeth.

“Daddy.”

“Hold it,” he repeats and moves to my other breast, giving it the same attention.

I’m going to explode. “Please.”

“Listen to Daddy,” he scolds.

“Fuck.” I close my eyes, thinking it would help, but it only focuses all my attention on his cock and mouth and what they are doing to my body.

“Look at me,” he says roughly. I lock eyes. “Yes, good girl. You want to please Daddy, don’t you?”

“Yes.” And I do. I know I am falling hard and fast. I have every confidence he will catch me before I hit the ground.

“Do not come yet. The longer you hold it, the more pleasure it gives Daddy and you.” He circles my neck. “Do you want me to feed as you come?”

“Yes.” I press into his hand.

“Thank you, Love. Your blood sliding down my throat is a gift. Do you like how Daddy fucks you?”

I have to concentrate on his words. “I love it, Daddy.”

He grins. “We have barely begun, Pet. There are still many ways and positions Daddy will put you in. My cock belongs inside you. Vampires are very sexual; we have no limit on stamina.” He grinds. “Your tits are luscious, pet. I want to fuck those, too.”

“Yes.” A picture of him doing so flashes in my head.

“Are you ready to come, pet?”

“Yes, please,” I beg, the desperation returning quickly.

“I’m going to drink from your tit. At the first pull, come,” he orders and dips his head.

His fangs slide in, and he sucks. I combust. The euphoric pleasure is mind-numbing. My head presses back, my eyes cross, my toes curl, and waves of ecstasy roll over me, through me, and in me. I distantly hear Micah roar, reaching his orgasm, filling me with his come.

I feel like I am floating. I can’t feel my body anymore. If my coyote were a cat, she would be purring. She loves being claimed by her vampire and is utterly content.

I lazily open my eyes. Micah is carrying me up the stairs.

“You with me, love?”

I grin. “Yeah.” He laughs.

“Let me take care of you,” he says as he walks into the bathroom.

“I’ve always wanted someone to take care of me,” I confess softly.

“You don’t have to wish anymore, baby. Daddy has you,” he whispers.

My eyes fall shut. “Yes, Daddy does.”

I stretch and feel the silkiness of the sheets on my bare skin. I don’t remember much after Micah carried me upstairs. I trusted him completely, which is odd for someone without any reason to trust. Every part of my body, soul, and animal is urging me to give him everything, and if I do, he will protect that gift.

I lift the sheets to look at my body even though I know I am naked. I guess he didn’t think I needed pajamas. Using one hand to push up, I look around the room, but unfortunately, Micah isn’t there.

I loved everything about last night. I was grateful he opened up to me, even if some of his experiences were hard to hear. I want to give him peace.

Pushing off the blankets, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and notice the clock. Shit. Four o'clock. I hurry to the window and whip open the curtain. He let me sleep all day. Searching the room, I grab his shirt off the chair and rush to the bathroom.

No wonder I have to pee so bad. I hate it when I wake up too late. I missed so much of the day when I could be spending it with Micah. After I wash my hands, I brush my teeth while running a brush through my hair. I finish quickly, pull open the door and squeak. Micah is standing bare-chested a foot from the door.

“You let me sleep too long,” I accuse, brushing aside the embarrassment of the noise I made. I have to force myself not to stare at his chest.

“You needed the sleep.” He smiles tenderly and pulls on a loose curl as it falls across my cheek. “I have food waiting for you.”

“You cooked?” I hide the shiver well caused by his touch.

“I did. I’ve learned a few recipes over the years.”

“I’m starving.” I fiddle with the hem of his shirt that flirts with the top of my thighs, and Micah doesn’t hide his interest in my bare legs.

“I took too much blood and haven’t been feeding you properly,” he says, frowning.

Now my body heats, remembering how much I enjoyed feeding him. “I’m fine.”

He scoops me into his arms, and I squeak again, circling his neck. “How are your legs feeling?” he asks and walks out of the room.

“Fine,” I whisper, which is a total lie. They always hurt to some degree, but his actions constantly sweep them out from under me.

“Liar,” he says. I look at his profile as he carries me down the stairs. “I’ll let it pass this time,” he warns. He places me in a chair at the table he already pulled out. A plate filled with breakfast food is waiting.

He must have planned to carry me. “Micah.” I swallow the lump sitting in my throat.

“Eat. I have a plan for the night.” He pulls out a chair.

“What plans?”

“Start eating, and I’ll tell you,” he says, but there is a command in his voice.

Bacon. Yum. “Just so you know, I love breakfast food.” I push a whole piece in my mouth.

“I’ll remember that.” He sips from his coffee cup.

“You drink coffee?” I dig into the hashbrowns.

“I love it.”

“How do you drink it?” I assume he would drink it blacker than black.

“Cream and sugar.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he responds, his lips twitching. “I like sweet.”

I choke on my toast. His words hold so many different meanings. I take a drink. “I hate to break it to you, but I am not always sweet. You have seen my good side so far.”

He shrugs. “I’m going to like all sides of you. I have ways of dealing with a brat.”

I cough. “Stop talking. I can’t eat while you flirt.”

“I’m flirting?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

I point my fork at him. “You know exactly what you are doing.” He drops his head, smiling into his cup. I wiggle in the chair. I forgot to put on underwear, and his words and the skin he’s showing are not helping me calm down. He remains quiet, and I am able to eat most of the food. I have been ignoring my body's needs. Shifters burn calories fast, so I need a lot of food to keep strong. I sigh and sit back. “What is your plan?”

“We are going out.” He sets down his empty cup.

“Where?”

“Everyone wants to meet you,” he says.

“Everyone?” My stomach turns.

“You have only met a few of the group here. I want to take you back to the club but upstairs instead of the dungeon.”

“They want to meet me?” I’m excited about going to the club but uncomfortable with the prospect of his friend's judgment.

“Of course.” He takes my hand. “Don’t worry. I will kill anyone who mistreats you.”

“I have nothing to wear,” I say, grasping at any excuse, even though it’s true.

“I have something picked out.”

“You do?” I ask with raised eyebrows.

“It’s hanging in the closet.” When did he buy it? “It’s tradition when one of us meets their mate, we go to one of the clubs. Usually, the night ends with someone fighting, blood on the dance floor, or a woman's hair being set on fire. I would have paid money to see the flames, but I wasn’t here yet.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No. Are you up for it?”

I stand. “Sure. Why not?”

It’s been forever since I hit someone.