Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Walt

Jonas Jamison was lucky he was already dead, with his ashes scattered atop the waste pile of a commercial hog farm.

He took a deep breath, then let it out, trying to center himself and tamp down the fiery rage in his chest before he spoke.

Susan was trying so hard to be brave, but it was clear she still struggled with her body image. He couldn’t call himself her Daddy unless he made damned sure she knew he loved every inch of her.

Maybe he should have been surprised at himself for thinking the l-word, but he wasn’t. Susan was more than her scars, and he was finally willing to admit he’d been falling head over heels for her since the day she testified against the man who never deserved to call himself her husband.

She’d worn pretty sandals, and a bright yellow sundress that fell to her knees and bared her shoulders as if she was daring the bastard to comment on her appearance.

Hell, she was one of the bravest people he’d ever known.

All he had to do was make sure she knew it too. While he was at it, he had to be careful not to say the l-word. At least, not yet.

Gently, he brushed a few tears from her cheeks and kissed her temple. “Stay where you are. I’ll be right back.”

“Um… yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Walt stole another kiss, then strode to the bathroom for the scar cream he hoped he still had. Thankfully, he found it at the bottom of a drawer, along with a bottle of unscented lotion. After returning to the bedroom, he set the items on the nightstand, then said, “Turn over, please.”

Her lower lip quivered, but she met his eyes and shook her head. “I’d rather not.”

“I know.” Slowly, he encouraged her to roll over, then stroked her tense shoulders. “But I promise you’ll be happy you did.”

She studied him, then nodded and rested her chin on her folded arms. “Okay, Daddy.”

“There’s my good girl.” He squirted lotion into his hand, then rubbed his palms together to warm it. “Have you ever had a massage before?”

“No, but Kendra says they’re very nice.”

“They are.” He straddled her hips and started working the lotion into her shoulders and down her back.

“Oh, my goodness.” The tension in her spine eased and she moaned softly. “That feels wonderful.”

“I’m glad.” He kept his focus on her upper back for several minutes before working his way down to her bottom and thighs. She stiffened when his fingers met the lines of scar tissue, but he didn’t stop massaging her.

“Sir, I?—”

“What do you need from Daddy, babygirl?”

“I mean, Daddy, I…” She hesitated, then said, “You don’t need to do this.”

“I know.” He swapped the lotion for the tube of scar cream and dabbed it on all the marks. “I’m giving you a massage because I want to, and because I want you to know that your scars don’t make you ugly.”

“But—”

“Cruelty makes people ugly.” He settled next to her and touched her chin to make her look at him. “That is a word no one would use to describe you. Every part of you is beautiful, and it’s my honor to touch you.”

“Even my scars?”

“Yes. I said every part of you, and I meant it.”

Sniffing, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then smiled. “Thank you, Daddy. I think I needed to hear that.”

He chuckled softly and spooned her against his chest. “Do you believe it?”

“I’m trying.” She flushed, then added, “Some days I believe it, and some days I don’t.”

“I’ll tell you every day until you believe it for real.” He sat up and patted the pillow to encourage her to turn to her stomach. “Ready for more?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She sat up, then scooted closer and wrapped her arms around him. “But I want more than a massage.”

“Greedy, babygirl,” he murmured, trying to hide a smile.

His cock hardened as she rubbed herself against his chest. Christ, the effect she had on him. It didn’t seem to matter what she did. She could blow her damned nose and he’d pop a boner.

“You said you were honored to touch me.” Giggling, she straddled his lap. “I’d like for you to be honored a whole lot more, Daddy.”

It was as if she blossomed before his eyes after only the slightest bit of encouragement. He loved seeing the newfound confidence in her smile and demeanor, and knowing she felt secure enough to ask for what she wanted…

Well, Walt figured he’d do most anything to make her smile like that every day.

“So naughty.” Deciding to play with her pert, brown nipples later, he eased her down on the bed, then kissed a path down her breastbone to her navel. “I think naughty babygirls deserve a reward.”

“What kind of reward?”

He rubbed his beard against her ribs and smirked when she laughed and tried to wriggle free.

“Daddy! That tickles!”

“I know.” He eased himself down and wedged his shoulders between her thighs. Fuck, she smelled so damned good. His mouth watered for a taste. “But that wasn’t your reward.”

Without waiting for her to reply, or even take a breath, Walt buried his face between her legs and began to feast.

Susan

“Oh, god!”

All the books Dr. Lopez gave her while she was learning to read had scenes with oral sex. Heck, she saw it in the dungeon nearly every weekend, but nothing prepared her for Walt’s mouth on her pussy.

He swirled his tongue around her clit, then sucked it into his mouth, letting the edges of his teeth graze the sensitive flesh until she wasn’t sure if he was nibbling or sucking.

The rasp of his beard on her tender skin tickled, but felt so, so good at the same time. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she cried out and lifted her hips, desperate for more. Every last thought left her head and her whole body trembled as he tightened his fingers on her splayed thighs and teased her with the tip of his tongue.

For once in her life, someone was focused on making her feel good, and it was more than worth the wait. She tangled her hands in his thick hair, relishing the feel of it sliding through her fingers.

Still holding her open with one hand, he slid a finger inside her, then added a second and curled them to touch the upper wall of her channel. She clamped down on his fingers and her heart thundered in her chest.

She bucked her hips, unsure if she was trying to get away from the all-consuming pleasure, or if she wanted more. How had she never known sex could feel so good that it would hurt? God help her, she never wanted it to stop, but she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Walt! I’m going to?—”

“Not yet.” He lifted his head and removed his fingers from her channel. “Put your arms over your head. I’ll tell you when you can come.”

“Please, Daddy.” In an effort to quiet her needy whines, she took a deep breath and tried to still her quivering muscles. “I don’t think I can wait.”

“Yes, you can, and you will.” He blew a stream of air on her clit, making her whimper. “You’re going to be a good girl and grab the headboard while I eat your pretty pussy.”

“No, Daddy. Please don’t make me wait. I don’t like edging.”

“You know what word to use if you want me to stop. No isn’t it.” He chuckled softly and circled her clit with a damp fingertip but wouldn’t touch her where she needed him to. “Have you tried edging before?”

“No, but?—”

He tapped her clit, making her screech. The glancing touch was just enough to make her crazy, but not enough to let her come.

“If you haven’t tried it…” He nipped her inner thigh. “How do you know you don’t like it?”

“Walt!”

“In fact, I’m going to help you.”

Desperate for his touch, she lifted her hips in silent appeal, but he refused to give her what she wanted. “How is being edged supposed to help me?”

“I’m going to help you be bad, baby.” He pinched her clit, making her gasp. “I’m going to edge you until you say a swear word.”

“I—” Susan blinked and sat up. “What?”

“I’ve never heard you curse before. Tell me you want me to fuck you, and I’ll let you come.”

“I say swear words.”

“Really?” Blue eyes sparkling with mirth, he added, “Prove it.”

He was right, but she narrowed her eyes at the challenge. She didn’t know if she was insulted or pleased that he knew she didn’t cuss. Heck, she didn’t even think the words to herself, much less say them.

But maybe it was time to start.

“Daddy, I want you to f?—.”

It’s fuck. I can say it.

“I want you to f-f—” Furious tears burned her sinuses, and she wanted to kick her own butt for being such a wimp. At least she managed to think the word, if only to herself.

Why was it so darned hard to say a cuss word?

She didn’t even think cuss words were bad. Granted, there was a time and place for using them, but they were just words. Aside from that, Walt had already told her the one word he didn’t want her to use.

All through Susan’s mental argument with herself, Walt teased and tempted her with soft kisses and even softer touches. A bead of sweat trickled from her temple and coursed down her cheek. She wanted to wipe it away, but kept her hands locked on the headboard.

“I want you to make love to me. Please, Daddy.”

“So, so close.” He petted her slick pussy, again avoiding her clit. “Don’t worry. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be telling me exactly how you want me to fuck you, and I’ll get to hear all sorts of dirty, profane words spill from your delicious lips.”