Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Walt

“Ahh!”

Susan’s back arched as she screamed after yet another broken orgasm. Flushed pink, her skin glistened with perspiration.

And her scent of flowers and spice was fucking divine. It was everything he’d never realized was missing from his bed and his life.

Desperate need was a good look for her, but he wasn’t about to give her what they both wanted until he heard a cuss word. Edging her certainly wasn’t a hardship, despite the throbbing in his balls.

“What do you want, babygirl?” He nipped her inner thigh and went back to work on her clit, sucking hard for a split second before releasing her to start the tease all over again.

“Damn you, Walt!” She grabbed his hair and tugged almost painfully until he lifted his head. “I want to suck your cock until I choke and you come all over me, and then I want you to fuck me hard!”

“There’s my bad girl.”

She covered her eyes, making him laugh softly as he crawled up her body. “I can’t believe I said that.”

Unable to resist, he gave her sweet little nipples some attention before cupping her cheeks in his hands. “What else do you want?”

“I want…” She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to turn away, but he held her still.

“Tell Daddy, Susan. What do you want?”

“I want you to make love to me, Daddy. I want your cock inside me, and…” She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. “I want you.”

“And I want you right back.” He brushed the wetness from her eyelashes and kissed her, tasting the salt of her tears. “But I think you asked Daddy for something first.”

“I did?” She blinked and looked adorably confused.

“You did.” Walt got up, then pointed at the floor in front of him. “I want you to kneel right here.”

“I— Oh!” She scrambled from the bed and stumbled in her rush to obey. “Yes, Daddy.”

His dick ached like a bad tooth, and he hauled in a deep breath, praying he didn’t lose it like a fucking teenager. She looked so damned pretty on her knees, with her sweet lips parted, waiting for him to feed her his cock.

And fuck, those big, brown eyes looking at him like the sun rose out of his ass…

His spine tingled with warning, and gritting his teeth, he squeezed the base of his shaft.

When she reached for him, he shook his head. “Hands behind your back, baby.”

“But I want to touch you.”

“Not yet.” Softening his tone, he twisted a lock of her silky hair around his fist and bumped her plump lips with the head of his erection. “Show me what a good girl you can be for Daddy.”

Licking her lips, Susan crossed her arms behind her back and leaned close, her greedy gaze fixed on his cock. Walt bit back a groan as her warm breath wafted over his flesh.

She lapped at him and hummed her pleasure at the taste, then sucked his shaft deep into her mouth. Although she didn’t try to bite, the edges of her teeth slid over his cock, sending delicious pinpricks of electricity down his spine. His hips bucked, and unwilling to scare her, he locked his knees in an attempt to hold himself still.

Fuck, he didn’t want to come in her mouth. Not yet, and not before he made her climax at least twice.

“That’s right, honey.” He loosened his grip on her hair before helping her to her feet. “You sucked Daddy’s cock so well.”

“I wasn’t done. I’ve never—” She pouted and tried to drop to her knees once more. “I want more.”

Interesting. Did she mean she’d never given someone oral? Considering her background, it was entirely possible, but it didn’t matter.

Susan was his for as long as she let him keep her.

“More… what, baby?” He laid his index finger under her chin and made her look at his face instead of his dick. “What do you want?”

“I want to edge you.” She took his cock in her hand and squeezed, then moved closer. “I want you to shake all over like you did to me. I want to hear you beg me to let you come.”

“Fuck, babygirl.” Walt cupped her cheeks and kissed her, tasting himself on her succulent lips. “You already are.”

“I—” She blushed and peered at him from under her lashes. “I don’t understand.”

“Come here.” After taking her hand, he walked backward to the bed, then laid down on his back and laced his fingers behind his head.

Walt hid a smile when she jerked her gaze away from his hard cock and focused on his face. She took a step closer, and her hands twitched as if she wanted to touch him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Despite wanting to be inside her, a good Daddy gave his babygirl everything she needed to thrive. Susan needed to discover and claim her power, and he was just the person to help her.

Hell, he’d never tried it, but maybe switching would be fun. He couldn’t deny enjoying her hungry regard, and his hands clenched with anticipation.

“You said you weren’t finished,” he replied. “Now’s your chance to do whatever you want.”

Susan

For a moment, she wondered if she was about to experience another of Walt’s sneaky punishments. Was he making her take control because she asked for more?

Where did she even start?

“It’s okay, Susan,” he murmured as if he’d heard her inner confusion. “Touch me.”

“Where?” She reached out to lay her palm on his chest but clenched her fingers before she made contact.

“Anywhere you want.” He took her hand and kissed her fingertips, then pushed her palm down on his abdomen.

The dark curls leading to his groin tempted her to touch them, and pearlescent drops of precum slid down his hard shaft. She’d never given a man oral sex before, and had once thought it wouldn’t be pleasant, but her mouth watered for another taste.

She wanted to feel him throb in her mouth. Wanted to hear him gasp with pleasure she gave him. Even the memory of his hand tangled in her hair as she sucked him made her pussy clench with need.

“You’re like a living bucket list. I don’t know what to do first.”

He laughed softly and the lines on his face crinkled with humor. “I promise I’ll like whatever you decide.”

Flushing, she tried to pull her hand away, but he held her still. “Are you punishing me for asking for more?”

His smile faded and he sat up. “No, baby. I won’t punish you without telling you why, and never without your consent.”

“But—”

“And I will never punish you for asking for what you want.” Laying a finger over her lips, he added. “But I am pushing you out of your comfort zone. I want you to explore me. Find out what you like.”

“I just want to please you.”

“Find out what you like, sweetheart. This is all about you.” He cupped her cheek and pressed his lips to the center of her forehead. “I know it’s hard, but I want you to have all the experiences.”

Before she could reply, he laid back down and tucked his hands behind his head. “Now, channel your inner Domme and touch me.”

The order clicked for her. Obedience was ingrained in her psyche, yet he held himself in patient honor bondage, giving her time to think.

Giving her time to choose.

Tears pricked her eyes when she realized how far he was willing to go for her, but she smiled instead of letting them fall.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her hands shook with nerves, but she knelt on the bed and petted him. His muscular chest rose and fell with his breathing, and she laid her head on him to listen to his heartbeat as his clean, masculine scent cradled her senses.

Slowly, she drew her fingertips down his side and giggled when he flinched.

“That tickles,” he murmured.

“Sorry.” She flattened her palm and stroked the tickle away. “I like touching you.”

“Touch me as much as you want.” Walt’s muscles flexed as he stretched. “This is all for you.”

“For you too.” She straddled him and kissed his chest, liking the way his wiry curls felt against her skin. “I want to make you feel good.”

Wondering if he would like nipple play as much as she did, she nipped one, then pinched the other between her nails. He jerked and groaned softly, but didn’t move his hands from behind his head.

“Just having you here makes me feel good.”

She brushed against his cock, sending a pulse of desire into her core.

“You mean I’m not just here to be a convenient lap for Charlie and Mittens?” She scratched her nails against his sides, tickling him again.

Although she didn’t think she had an inner Domme as Walt mentioned, she couldn’t deny the sweet taste of control. It felt good to…

Play?

She couldn’t think of a better word for what he was encouraging. By either definition—play in a bondage dungeon, or the more traditional meaning—it fit, and was definitely out of her comfort zone.

Humor, laughter, and fun had never been part of her life at all, much less during sex.

He coughed out a laugh, then cleared his throat. “Naughty girls shouldn’t tickle their Daddies.”

“Is that a rule?” When he didn’t stop her, she soothed his ticklish spots with soft kisses and slid down his body until her lips brushed his thick shaft.

He bucked his hips and hissed out a curse, making her smile, but she wanted him inside her. Although he was big enough to give her pause, she wanted to feel the pinch of him stretching her as he filled her to bursting. Deciding to tease him, she licked the vein on the underside of his cock, then placed nipping kisses along the length of his inner thigh as she cupped his balls in one hand.

His masculine scent filled her lungs until she didn’t want to breathe without it clouding her senses. She suckled him, relishing his taste of salt and clean male. Swallowing, she tried to take him even deeper into her throat. Maybe it was an oral fixation, but she didn’t want to stop.