4. Winter

CHAPTER 4

Winter

I turn to Garett. “What now?”

“We wait.”

I step away from the door, move to the circular table, and sit down. I scan the room before my gaze lands on Garett. “Why are you staring at me?”

Garett looks away before his eyes move back to me. They roam my body, and unlike other times, he doesn’t hide the way he leers at me. “Sweetheart, I’m always watching you.”

My body freezes. I’m not sure what to do or how to say it. Do I flirt back or avoid the subject altogether? When I made a move in the past, things didn’t work out the way I hoped. All it did was leave me with the bitter taste of frustration when Garett found an excuse to run from me.

I drum my fingers nervously on the table, realizing that, at this moment, there’s nowhere for Garett Nichols to escape. So I decide to be brazen. Could this backfire? Yes. Tomorrow, I might want the ground to split open and swallow me whole. I might be so embarrassed that I’ll avoid this handsome man forever. Both scenarios are possible, but I know I’ll never get another chance if I don't try.

I bite my lower lip. “Yeah, I feel that. Everywhere.”

His eyes cut from my face to my hardening nipples. There’s no way Garett Nichols doesn’t want me like I want him. There is no planet where my brain is that deluded.

My heart throbs and my fingers tingle as every part of me aches for him. I slip from the chair, moving to the side of the table closer to him but hovering just out of his reach.

His eyes flash up and down my body before he grunts softly and yanks me into his lap. “You’re acting like a bad girl about to play a very dangerous game.”

My arms wrap around his neck instantly. “Maybe you should show me what happens to bad girls and punish me.” I lean forward and hover my mouth over his before adding, “Daddy.”

Garett wraps one arm around me, and I can’t help but notice the bulging muscles under his black dress shirt. His eyes capture mine as his hand moves up my thigh, making me wish it were summer so I didn’t have the denim between us. My heart beats so frantically that I’m concerned Garett will hear my desperate need for him.

“There’s nothing I’d like more than to teach you a lesson, baby girl,” he murmurs against my lips as his hand expertly unbuttons my pants. “But I’m gonna need to hear you tell me how much you want to learn.”

“Yes, Garett. I’ve wanted you for so long. I’m ready for anything you’re willing to give me.”

My frantic wiggling only intensifies my frustration as I desperately try to free myself from the confines of my jeans.

Garett’s chest rumbles as he lets out a deep chuckle. “Anxious, Winter?”

Aggravated by his torturously slow movements, I grip the top of my jeans and yank them down to my ankles before kicking them off my feet. Garett’s eyes swoop up and down my figure, giving me the go-ahead. I pull up my shirt and drop it beside my discarded jeans on the floor.

“Like what you see, Daddy?”

Garett’s eyes widen. He looks adorable. His doubt vanishes as quickly as it appears when he pulls me flush to him, splaying his fingers across my lace-covered ass.

Before I know what’s happening, he pushes me onto the conference table. His fingers glide under the hem of my panties as he brushes his fingers teasingly along my flesh. My body jolts as his index finger brushes against my pussy. “Why are you so wet, Winter?”

“I’m always wet when you’re around, Daddy.”

Garett closes his eyes as if trying to gather his self-control. Damn it. Why can’t he give in to what he wants? I cross my arms over my body and stand, bending to grab my shirt.

Strong arms wrap around my wrist. “What are you doing?”

I peer up at Garett, wanting to go home and curl up on the couch, crying my sorrows into a pint of ice cream. “I know I’m probably not what you’re used to, but I don’t want or need to feel like a joke.”

Garett’s lips turn up in a smile, and my aggravation skyrockets as I tug my arm away. “You think this is funny? You find it amusing that I’m humiliated? Trapped here with the source of my humiliation? I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. You have any idea what it’s like to crave a man who never sees you as something more? You know what’s even worse? Sometimes, I think you want me, too, and every single time that happens, I get my hopes up, only to have them crushed under the sole of your expensive Italian shoes.”

Two large hands grab my waist and lift me until my ass rests on the table. “You think I don’t want you? Baby girl, all I do is think about how much I want you. How your father would skin me alive because of the filthy images of you floating in my mind.”

“Then why do you keep pushing me away?”

“I’m old enough to be your father, Winter.”

“So? You’re not my father.”

Garett chuckles as he brushes a finger over my cheek. “I don’t want anyone thinking less of you. So many clichés spring to the lips of gossips when they see a younger woman with an older man. Sometimes, those clichés are true, but many times, they aren’t. I don’t want people assuming you’re a sugar baby or that I’m obsessed with younger women.” Garett laughs, knowing I’ve only dated older men my whole life. “You deserve more than being the fodder for pathetic gossip.”

“You think I care what others think of me?” Smiling, I glance down at my body. “Look at me, Garett. They’ve talked about me my whole life. The chubby one, the girl all the guys in high school wanted to be friends with so they could get with my thin friends.” I step forward so my body is flush against his hard chest. “I’m very good at ignoring the surrounding chatter, Garett. What I’m not good at is wanting a man who rejects me at every turn.”

I’m about to continue my tirade when Garett wraps his arms around me and crushes his lips to mine. The kiss is desperate and consuming. My mouth parts for him, allowing his tongue to sweep into my mouth. All I can think about is melding with him to the point we can’t tell where one of us begins and the other ends.

“No going back now,” Garett whispers against my lips.

I cling to him, losing myself in his musk and pine cologne scent. I’ve dreamed about this moment for years, so much so that it feels surreal, like I’m caught in a dream.

Garett frames my face as he pulls back and peers deep into my eyes. “You okay, beautiful?”

“I’m scared that we’ll do something, and tomorrow you’ll wake up and decide it was a mistake.”

Garett laughs. “Your concern should be that we’ll do this, and I’ll become even more obsessed with you. You’ll find me an insufferable old man.”

I shake my head. “Never. I’ve wanted you for so long. Just been waiting until you see me the same way.”

Garett rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “You’ll change your mind. I’m a little tense. Not just in my day-to-day. My overbearing nature also seeps into the bedroom. Being with me means you have to trust me.”

“I trust you, Garett.”

He chuckles. “No, you don’t. But you will.”

I squeal as he grips my waist and hoists me onto the conference table once more. He grips my knees, pulling my legs wide apart. He doesn’t say a word as he gazes at my center. The blaring neon light overhead accentuates every unflattering part of my body, making me self-conscious. “Can you turn off the light?”

“What for? I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, sweetheart. There’s no way I’m shrouding it in darkness.”

“I’m… I’m not a big fan of my body when I’m naked.”

Garett tilts his head, his brow furrowed. “You really have a busted mirror in your apartment, don’t you?”

“Pardon?”

“You always make these comments about your body, and I don’t know why. As far as I know, your vision is fine, and you’re a highly intelligent girl. I figure when you see your reflection, you realize how attractive you are. But you believe something completely fabricated about yourself.”

My hands instinctively reach for my stomach, but Garett grabs my wrists, pinning my arms above my head. His weight presses down on me, his body hovering over mine. “We will not be turning off any lights, now or ever. I’m going to feast on your body. Touch, taste, sound. Every inch of you is perfect.” He holds my wrists with one hand as the other glides down my body, landing on my stomach.

I open my mouth to argue, but Garett’s stern glare silences me before I utter a word. Flinching, I turn away as he grabs my stomach.

“Eyes on me, baby girl. I want you to see how hot I find every fuckin’ inch of you.”

My gaze flickers back to Garett, a tight knot forming in my stomach as I follow his command.

Lust burns in his eyes as he steps between my open legs and presses his erection against my center. “Does this feel like I don’t like what I see? Can’t you feel how hard you’ve made me?”

When I don’t respond immediately, Garett playfully slaps my pussy. “When I ask you a question, baby girl, I expect an answer.”

“Yes,” I pant.

Garett smiles as he brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “Good girl.” He pulls back and stares into my eyes again as he moves his hand from my stomach to my pussy. My hips lift, and I squirm as he spreads my pussy lips, brushing a finger against my clit. “So wet for me, aren’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He glides one thick finger deep into my pussy. “Does calling me Daddy make you feel dirty? Does it make your sweet pussy wet knowing that you’re fucking a father figure?”

My heart lunges in my throat. I have some peculiar tastes, and I’m not sure how Garett will take them. As much as I long for him to do all the filthy things in my fantasies, I don’t want him so freaked out that he’ll never touch me again.

“Is it okay that I call you Daddy?” I ask meekly.

“You can call me anything you want, baby girl.”

“Old man?”

Garett’s lips turn up before his hand comes down on my exposed pussy with a slap. “You little brat.”

I raise my hips, and my breathing becomes ragged. I’m shocked at how much I like his heavy-handed assault on the most sensitive part of my body.

“You like that, baby girl?” Garett doesn’t wait for me to answer before he smacks me again, this time a little more forcefully. “If you aren’t careful, pet, you’re going to have a sore cunt.”

Garett’s blue eyes sparkle with mischief as his gaze takes in the slow rise and fall of my chest. I instantly experience a pang of abandonment. I know I shouldn’t feel rejected, but a part of me still thinks all this is a mirage, that Garett will snap out of his lust-filled haze and tell me it’s a mistake. He crosses his arms over his sculpted chest as he scrutinizes my naked form. Has he noticed all my flaws?

Feeling humiliated, I scamper to jump off the table, but Garett halts my attempt with one large hand on my stomach.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?”

I don’t know what to say. My tongue is twisted, and my words are trapped in my throat. My expression must reveal the evidence of my struggle because Garett’s brows scrunch up in concern.

“What’s the matter, Winter?”

“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”

“Changed my mind?”

“You know, about being with me.”

Every nerve in my body is on edge, aware of every shift he makes. Finally, his fingertips trace the curve of my ass before he wraps his hands around my wrists, the rough pads of his fingers slipping against my skin. “Baby girl, I’m not changing my mind. I’m not sure you’re aware of the situation you’re agreeing to. I’m a demanding man. I need to know you’re sure. I need you to say what you want because I intend to fuck every hole you have until you’re drunk on me. From this moment, I own your ass.”

I focus on his face, my breaths slow as goosebumps race across my skin. “Yes… Daddy.”

“Let me hear you. I want to know how it makes you feel to have my tongue in your hot pussy,” he grunts. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.”

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I want you to use my body until I’m too tired to think or walk.”

His hands move from my wrists. One grips my hip while he thrusts two fingers of the other into my pussy. He curls them, hitting a tight bundle of nerves deep inside that has me moaning with no care for how loud I’m being.

I slump, breathless, thighs shaking. Garett places his open palm on my stomach and pushes me down. “Not done yet, princess.”

He ushers me across the length of the table, pushing my hot skin against the cool polished wood, sending a thrill through me. He slips his palms down my back, sliding down my spine before smacking my ass playfully.

His eyes bore into mine, his tone demanding and firm. “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to know exactly who owns this sweet body.”

Garett’s use of a nickname mixed with his punishment has me on the edge. My mind is feral with need. I’m confident I would say or do anything he wants as long as I can come. Arousal pulses and surges between my legs. My hips buck of their own accord. Before I know what’s happening, his head is between my thighs, his hot breath a direct hit on my clit.

Garett’s hot tongue drags up my soaked pussy. He flicks his tongue across my hardened clit as I clutch the edge of the table. He continues to lap with his tongue, swirling and teasing with light nips and licks, pulling away just as I’m teetering on the edge.

“Tell me, Winter. Let me know that you’re my little slut, and I can do anything I want with this sweet pussy.”

Slut. Oh, my god, Garett called me a slut. Why does that word make me insane? “Yes, call me your dirty slut. Use me like your whore.”

The anticipation is so thick I can almost taste it as I wait for his reaction. An icy dread snakes its way through my gut, whispering doubts about the consequences of my words. Perhaps I took it too far.

“Garett…” His name burns on my lips.

His eyes pierce mine from between my legs, his mouth glistening with my juices. His lips lift in a slow smirk. “So you want to be Daddy’s little whore, do you?”

I glance away, knowing I’m beet red as I respond to his question. “Is that okay? I think I like it.”

Garett nods. “Yes, pick a safe word if you want me to veer outside of vanilla sex.”

“I’m not into knives, blood, or anything like that. I like spanking, and I think I’d like a belt. Maybe some breath play, but, like, with your hand, nothing wild. I trust you.”

“It’s good that you trust me, Winter, because I’ll never harm you. Even so, we need to set parameters to ensure you never doubt me. Any type of sexual contact requires consent and trust. But when sex involves kink, there needs to be assurances of safety.”

“You’re not gonna whip me or cut me. I think I’ll be safe.”

“Safety isn’t just about your physical space. You want me to use words that can be very insulting. Those words can bruise so much worse than a physical mark. I need you to know that I’ll always put your needs first. If I say or do the wrong thing and you’re uncomfortable, I want you to know that you can stop immediately, no questions asked. So, pick a safe word.”

“Umm…”

“How about we do colors? Sometimes, I’ll ask how you are. I’ll ask for a color. Green means you’re good, and I can keep going. Yellow for when you’re okay but need me to be cautious, and red if you want it to stop. You think you can remember that?”

“Okay, Daddy. I can do that.”

“Jesus, Winter, you’re so sweet and perfect.” His head dips, and his teeth pull the cup of my bra aside to bite at my aching nipple, tight and puckered from the cool air.

At first, the pain is jarring, but it’s soon replaced with pleasure as he rubs my pussy, causing me to moan. I arch and sigh, and my hips thrust toward his hand, desperate to find my release.

“Fuck, I don’t know how I stayed away from you for so long,” he whispers between teasing licks at my nipple before yanking his shirt over his head.

“Oh my god, Garett…” I sigh as I appraise him. Sharp lines and hard muscles ripple as his body hovers over me, a few wayward strands of dark hair licking across his forehead.

His teeth grip my nipple, and he pulls before allowing it to pop out of his lips. “Call me Daddy, slut. I want you to come on my hand like the good little whore I know you can be.”