Chapter 15

I finished making dinner,completely flustered by Lennon's attention, and hoped that eating might give me a reprieve to get myself together. Unfortunately, my Daddy had other ideas. I watched as he scooted the chairs next to one another instead of keeping them across the table from one another.

"You cooked, which means I serve," he said as he pointed to one of the chairs.

I wanted to argue, but I'd already made a mess of things with my mouth and I really didn't want to make things any worse. He waited until I sat in the chair he indicated before he went to the stove and dished up the stir-fry I'd concocted. He brought the plate and one set of cutlery with him to the table and sat in the chair next to me.

Confusion must have read clearly on my face because Lennon smiled before explaining what he was doing. "I'm going to feed you dinner tonight."

"I can eat on my own," I argued, losing the battle with my better judgment.

"I know you can, but this is an exercise in trust. Daddy knows best, right?"

"Yes, Sir." I sighed heavily.

"You poor unfortunate soul with the overbearing Daddy who wants to do everything for her," he teased.

"It's a definite hardship," I sassed.

Lennon chuckled and shook his head before offering me a bite of chicken. It was cooked perfectly, and I mentally patted myself on the back for a job well done. The seasoning was totally on point, and as I chewed, I watched Lennon take his own bite.

"That's fucking fantastic," he said with a moan.

"I'm glad you like it," I replied as he fed me another bite.

It was awkward at first, but the more he fed me, the easier and more natural it got, and we fell into an easy conversation between bites. Before I knew it, our plate was empty.

"Still hungry?" he asked.

"No thank you, I'm good." I'd probably eaten more than I normally would have if I'd served and fed myself.

"Good. You cooked, I clean."

The idea of sitting and watching him clean my kitchen did not sit comfortably with me. "Daddy, please let me help. I don't mind, I promise."

He regarded me for a moment before giving a nod. "Okay, we can work together. It will allow us to get to the fun stuff quicker." He winked, then turned to take the dish to the sink.

The mess was a small one and it only took us a few minutes.

Lennon disappeared as I was finishing up loading the dishwasher. When he came back, he was smiling from ear to ear. "Ready for your next lesson, my little Picasso?"

"I don't think so, but I haven't really been ready for any of them, so I doubt that actually plays a factor."

"You're right, it doesn't, but I like to ask under the guise of being polite."

I rolled my eyes and was gifted with a stinging smack to my backside that jostled the plug still present in my bottom.

"Does the lesson include removing the plug, by chance?"

"Yes it does, but not just yet. Let's go to the chalkboard."

I hated the ever-present chalkboard that had been haunting me all week. The second he was gone I was going to take it out back and put it in the dumpster so I never had to look at it again.

We went into the living room, and in true Lennon fashion he surprised me by handing me the piece of chalk instead of writing the lesson down himself.

"Lesson number seven." He pointed to the board, and I wrote it down like he had each time. He waited patiently with his hands behind his back, looking like his typical bossy self.

After writing it down, I kept the chalk poised beneath it ready to write whatever he told me to.

"I am worthy." He spoke slowly and with purpose.

"What? That doesn't go along with the way the rest of your lessons have been fashioned." I pointed at the rest of the list as though he'd forgotten how this went.

"I'm aware, but it"s a lesson nonetheless, and one you are in desperate need of. Write it down, please." He nodded to the board.

Shaking my head, I lifted the chalk once more, only my hand refused to move. Or was it my brain that refused to get on track? I wasn't sure, but the words did not appear.

Lennon came up behind me like he had when I was making dinner and wrapped one arm around my waist. Then he covered my hand that held the chalk with his own and guided me through writing the words. It was sweet, and my stomach danced beneath his hand. Having him that close, being so gentle and encouraging, did funny things to my body.

"I know this is a hard one and I know it's foreign, baby, but you are worth it. You don't have to do everything or be the best; you just have to exist."

I couldn't hold back the lone tear that dripped from my eye, so I quickly swiped it away. "That's just so beyond my scope of understanding."

"Well, we are going to work on that starting right now." He set the chalk down and scooped me into his arms. "Time for your lesson."

His excitement sent nerves soaring through me as he carried me to my bedroom. The lights were slightly dimmed and he had lit candles all over the place to give the room a sensual glow. Setting me on my feet in the center of the room, he gave me a minute to take in the sight before me. My bed had been completely stripped and there were black straps coming from each corner with a cuff attached. I looked at the bed, then at Lennon.

"We haven't tried bondage yet, and it's perfect for the exercise I have planned for us tonight."

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but my mouth had gone completely dry.

Lennon stepped in close and grabbed the hem of my shirt. "You have your safewords if you need them, but I don't anticipate that happening."

He pulled my shirt up and over my head, and I didn't fight. My body bubbled with anticipation and goosebumps sprang up all over the place.

Lennon put his hands on my shoulders and dipped down so that we were eye level. "What is your safeword, Zoe?"

"Picasso," I answered rotely, like he had me do almost every time he was introducing me to something new.

"Good girl." He kissed my forehead and turned me around, continuing to undress me. Once I was naked, he pressed me down over the side of the bed. "This plug has been in long enough," he said as he twisted and wiggled it around, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core.

"Push back for Daddy," he instructed as he got a firm grip and slowly pulled the toy from my bottom. I felt so oddly empty, and almost wished he would have left it in. "You've got a beautiful ass, baby. Daddy can't wait to fuck it good and proper."

His praise made me blush and I buried my face in between my arms.

"Perfect." He sighed before his fingers were teasing my back entrance. "This ass is going to hug Daddy's cock so tight, and you will make the most beautiful noises as I fuck it."

I whimpered as his fingers pumped in and out.

"Yes, those little noises, except louder. Stop trying to hide those pretty sounds from Daddy. Let me hear them." He pumped harder and I forced my head to the side so my voice was not muffled by the bedding.

"Do you know how hard I get when I think about all the things I want to do to you, Zoe? Just one thought of you and it's instant." He leaned down and kissed a line across the small of my back as his fingers continued their slow torture, bringing me so close to orgasm, but not quite enough to send me over.

"Mmm-mmm, nope. No coming for you yet. You're going to have to earn your release tonight, little one."

"Daddyyy." I held out the word in a little whine. It sounded foreign to my own ears, but then again, nothing Lennon and I did felt natural. I loved it and craved it, even, but it was different and scary.

"Patience." He pulled his finger free and spanked my naked ass, sending me up onto my tiptoes. "Stay put. I'm going to clean you up, and then I'm going to bind you to the bed and have my wicked way with you."

My body buzzed and hummed for more, but my brain began to play tricks as I thought about what he'd said. Spread out and open for him with my arms and legs bound to the corners of the bed would leave me completely…. naked. Exposed. I wouldn't be able to hide anything in that position. I thanked my lucky stars the overhead lights were not on, but the candles were absolutely bright enough for him to see every wrinkle and imperfection. My breasts would sag to the sides, having long lost their perky shape from my youth. My stomach turned. I did not like this plan, and I didn't want to participate in it. Not one bit.

Before I could stand up and air my concerns with Lennon, he was back with a warm washcloth. The feel of it pressed against my sore back entrance was enough to keep me in place. He gently wiped me clean before leaning down again and kissing each of my ass cheeks.

"Good girl. Now for more fun. Up on the bed. I want you flat on your back in the middle of the mattress."

"Can we discuss this?"

"Are you using your safeword?"

I thought about it for a second. Did I want to safeword? Did I need to? I took silent stock of the situation. "No, but?—"

Lennon spanked me hard, and on my damp bottom the sting was intense.

"You have safewords for a reason. If you are not using one, then you have no control. I am not crossing any of your hard limits."

I clenched my jaw and tightened my fists. Why did this feel like the hardest feat in the world? Lennon had seen every inch of me. What made this so different?

"Do you need more spankings to obey? Maybe Daddy needs to punish this little asshole with a bigger plug?"

"No, Daddy."

His threat did the job, and my frozen body came unstuck, allowing me to climb up onto the bed. Taking a deep fortifying breath, I laid down and turned onto my back, making sure to keep my eyes closed, as if I could somehow hide myself from him.

"Good girl," Lennon praised as he moved to the head of the bed. "I'm going to bind your wrists and ankles, but if they are too tight, or if at any point you feel any tingling in your fingers or toes, you need to tell me immediately, okay?"

"Yes Daddy." I whispered. I just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. I took long, slow deep breaths in an effort to slow my heart rate. Thankfully I was lying down, because with the way my head was spinning, I would probably pass out.

He moved around the bed, wrapping my wrists and ankles in the warm, padded cuffs. I didn't hate how they felt. They were like little hugs, and I actually found them calming.

"Good girl. You look so pretty all tied up waiting for Daddy to play with your body however he sees fit."

I couldn't help the scoff that escaped my lips.

"Explain that thought, please," he commanded in a way that told me it was not a request.

Shit.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to talk my way out of what he likely already knew, and I was a really terrible liar. Sighing, I explained my trepidation. "I don't know how you look at me and see anything beautiful. My body is old and sagging and I have wrinkles and… I'm old, Lennon. You're so young and attractive and fit. You could have your pick of any woman that walks into your sex club. I can't give you what someone like that can give you. What do you even see in me?"

He took a big breath. "I hear what you're saying Zoe, I really do. But you're wrong. You have no idea how beautiful you are, and when you've seen as many naked and willing submissives as I have, then you can disagree with me, but until the,n you do not get to decide what is pleasing to me. Are you visually attractive to me? Fuck, yes. But it's more than that. It goes way deeper than that."

Listening to him talk was hard, but I tried to believe what he was saying. I tried not to think about the fact that when the newness of whatever we were doing wore off, he would be gone. I didn't want to worry about the future; I wanted to live in the moment. I wanted to learn and experience.

"This is the perfect way to start this exercise I have planned. Open your eyes, Zoe."

I popped my eyes open quickly, not even realizing I"d had them closed. Unfortunately, when I did, I discovered a startling surprise.

"When did you have a mirror installed over my bed?" I screeched.

"While we were out." He smiled proudly. "Don't worry, if you decide you hate it, we can take it dow?—"

"I hate it." I interrupted him immediately. "Take it down."

He raised his brows. "Interrupting people is rude, little Picasso," he reprimanded.

"I'm sorry. But I hate it. I really hate it." I shook my head because it was the only body part I could move.

"I quite like it." He looked up and made eye contact with me through the mirror before lifting his hands and wiggling his fingers in a goofy wave. "But if you hate it that much, we can take it down after our lesson this evening. Speaking of lessons, that's enough stalling. Daddy has a pussy to eat. I want you to keep your eyes open at all times. If I catch them closed, you will earn a demerit. Got it?"

"What's a demerit mean?"

"Keep your eyes open and you won't have to find out." Lennon smiled as he knelt at the foot of the bed.

I couldn't see what he was doing unless I watched through the mirror, so it was actually a handy tool as long as I wasn't hyper focusing on all of my imperfections. Or maybe it wasn't. I laid there while Lennon just stared, unmoving, at my spread legs. It was uncomfortable, and I found myself unable to keep still under his gaze.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a far whinier voice than I was comfortable with.

"Admiring the scenery." He shrugged. "Your pussy is crying for Daddy."

He wasn't wrong. I could feel the sheet below me getting damp, which was highly confusing. My brain and my body were not aligned in the slightest. And the fact that he was watching me drip onto the sheet… that should not have made my core clench with need.

"Daddy is going to eat your pussy now, little Picasso and I want you to watch yourself fall apart for me."

Dutifully, I watched as he positioned himself and did exactly as he had promised. He ravaged me. His hands roamed my body as he ate my pussy like he had been starving in the desert for weeks. It was powerful and intense, and I watched my body respond to everything. A deep flush covered my face and neck, and my nipples hardened to sharp little peaks.

"You can come whenever you are ready, babygirl. Daddy is in a very generous mood, so give it all to me."

I hadn't needed his permission, but somehow having it ramped up my need. and before I knew it the orgasm was consuming me. And I watched. I watched my body arch off the bed. Whether I was trying to press closer to him or escape his attentions, I wasn't sure. I watched his head move as he made love to me with his tongue and slowly brought me down from the powerful release.

"See how beautiful you are? When you let go of all your inhibitions and fly for Daddy, it is the most stunning thing to witness. Your submission is a gift. One I will cherish until the end of time."

I didn't have the energy to dispute any of his words, so I listened and tried to figure out how I was ever going to learn to believe him. Then his lips were on me again and my focus was elsewhere. He kissed my inner thighs, then made his way up licking and kissing my skin and telling me how perfect I was. How soft my skin was, and how much he loved every single inch of me. His lips on my oversensitized body was a lot to handle, and his words were a whole other thing, but when he got to my lips and I saw the deep passionate longing in his eyes, I was all in.

"Are you with me, Zoe?"

"Yes, Daddy," I answered without thinking. I wanted to be with him. I wanted whatever he wanted.

He lowered his body on top of mine and I felt his cock press against my core. "Feel that, babygirl?" he asked as he rubbed up and down against my slit. "Daddy gets hard just thinking about you. I feel like my cock has been hard since we met up at the coffee shop."

Arching my back, I tried to silently will him to fuck me already, but he pulled back.

"You're not in charge here, baby. If you want Daddy's cock you need to work for it."

"What am I supposed to do? I'm tied up."

He smiled like the cat that got the canary. "That you are." He looked up at my bound hands and sighed happily. "I like you this way. I like that you can't fight me or hide from me. How does it make you feel?"

"Respectfully, Daddy, all I can feel right now is frustration and need."

He threw his head back and laughed. "That's fair. We can talk about that later. For now, if you want Daddy's cock then you need to repeat after me: I am beautiful inside and out."

I stared up at him, not fully believing what I was hearing. "Are you serious?"

"Completely. If you want to come on Daddy's cock, then you're going to say the words. Let's hear it."

"What if I choose not to?"

He grinned, but this smile was a lot different than the last. This one was dark and sinister, like he was morphing into a completely different being. "Choices have consequences, little Picasso. Positive and negative. If you obey, then I will fuck you until you have come so many times you can't remember your name. But if you choose not to obey, then I will get myself off while you watch and I'll spend the rest of the night teaching you about a little punishment that we call edging."

I clenched my teeth together, not really knowing what to say. Thankfully he continued.

"Have you heard of edging before?"

I shook my head.

"No? Well it"s certainly a handy punishment in my vast arsenal. See, edging is when Daddy takes you all the way to the edge of coming and then never lets you fall. You know that uncomfortable little ache between your legs right now? That ache will grow and grow until it's the only thing you can feel. You'll cry and you'll beg and you'll make all the good girl promises, but Daddy won't let you come until I believe you have learned your lesson, and that it will stick for a good, long time."

"That sounds awful," I whispered, my mouth and throat completely dry.

"I promise it will be. You won't like it one bit. So be a good girl and do as Daddy says."

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. "I am beautiful inside and out," I whispered.

"Good girl. Now open your eyes and say it like you mean it."

Gosh, I did not want to do as he asked. It went against every grain in my body, but I also wanted him, needed him to take me. And I definitely had no desire to play his edging game.

"I am beautiful inside and out," I managed a little louder, forcing my eyes open.

"Good girl," he praised as he slowly slid inside me. We moaned in unison as he pushed himself all the way inside. Once seated, he ground against me. "Say it again."

I did, and he rewarded me with another thrust. Over and over he made me repeat the line as he made love to me. The words became easier to say. They rolled off my tongue so many times they almost lost all meaning, which I did not share with him, as I didn't think he would like that very much. So I kept the fleeting thought to myself and kept on going until I was screaming it with my release.