Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Bliss

Bliss didn’t care about tomorrow. Connor could worry about it all he wanted. It wouldn’t matter. Bliss’s tomorrow was already set. But she didn’t care about that right now, either. She couldn’t think about the Society, or the Russians, or anything other than the feelings flooding her senses from everything Connor was doing to her.

Why worry about tomorrow? Today she wasn’t headed to Russia. She wasn’t trapped in a compound. She had no responsibilities other than being Connor’s Little girl. Everything else had ceased to matter the second his lips touched hers. She wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted to know what it was like to be wanted in return.

His kiss was powerful. Masterful. Incredible. He claimed her mouth and coaxed responses from her she hadn’t known she could give. She couldn’t hold back a moan when he pressed against her hips. She hadn’t known it could be like this.

Without losing her lips, he eased her back on top of him. His control over her body sent wave after wave of heat through her, bringing her alive for the first time. Of their own accord, her hips rocked against his. Her heart raced as the bulge in his pants pressed against her sex.

“Do you feel what you do to me, dirty girl? If my cock busts through my zipper, you’ll owe me another pair of jeans because it’ll be all your fault.” His voice was husky and dark, and the desire in his eyes sent quivers to her pussy.

Before she could answer, he reached for the buttons on the zipper of the ridiculous white dress the Russians had forced her to wear. She reached for them, too, to help him, but he grabbed her hands and forced them to her thighs. “These stay here until I tell you to move them.”

His words were primal, and liquid need coated her pussy.

She tightened her thighs against his hips again, this time in a vain attempt at giving herself some relief. The ache beat low in her core. She dug her nails into her thighs, desperate to move her hand to his chest and feel the course hair scattered there against her palms.

After unbuttoning each button, he eased the shirt past her shoulders. “Hands up high, babygirl,” he growled.

She complied instantly. The anticipation of what he would do next was almost more than she could stand. Almost. Once he removed her shirt, she lowered her hands to touch him again but squealed when he flipped her onto her back.

“We won’t be needing these anytime soon.” With a sharp tug, he had her panties off and sailing across the room.

Bliss gasped as cool air brushed her pussy. Heat flooded her face at the way he stared at her pussy. She’d never been so thankful she’d taken the time to shave in her life. Still, to have his eyes on her… there ?

Heat flooded her face. It was so wrong, so naughty to have him staring at her wetness. And she was so, so wet. Her pussy spasmed as he pulled her thighs even further apart and settled her feet on the edge of the bed.

He stood, never taking his eyes off her. “I’ll bet no one has ever tasted this pussy, have they, little girl?”

Nope, she’d only thought she was embarrassed before. Yet again she felt the trickle of her arousal. How could she be so turned on watching him stare at her pussy and talk about someone tasting her? That couldn’t be normal.

She shook her head, and croaked out a soft, “No, Daddy.”

The smile her words brought to his lips was wicked as the heat flamed higher in his eyes. “Feel free to come as often as you can, babygirl. Daddy’s going to feast.”

Oh god! The man could say the most depraved things!

He sank to his knees beside the bed. “You’re so wet, naughty girl. Is all this slickness for me?” Then he pressed his mouth to the opening of her core.

The explosion of sensation overwhelmed her. She cried out and clutched at his hair. “No. Stop!” She did her best to pull him away and escape from everything she was feeling. “It’s too much! Please. Please!”

He pulled away from her long enough to answer her request. The wicked grin on his face sent tremors straight to her sex. “Oh, babygirl,” he said in a voice as smooth as whiskey, “I’m just getting started.”

His face back between her thighs, he lived up to his word. Plunging his tongue inside her tight channel, he licked and sucked in places she didn’t even know she had. When she didn’t think she could take another second, he shifted to flick his tongue over her clit and she exploded.

Tidal waves of pleasure crashed over her for what seemed like forever. She screamed over and again until the tide slowly started to ebb. She relaxed back into the mattress, too dazed to speak, but he wasn’t finished with her.

“I need you nice and wet before I put my cock in you, sweet girl. You taste like spice and sugar, and I want more.”

“I can’t,” she all but wailed.

“Let’s find out.” Before she realized what he was about, he slid one finger inside her. “Now, there’s a special spot I’m looking for.”

He wanted to talk? Now? With words? What were words? She wasn’t sure, but she thought she got out a “gah” before he found the spot he was searching for. He put pressure on the spot as he slid his finger in and out. Within seconds, she was drowning in ecstasy again.

He slid in another finger and kept up the rhythm, scissoring his fingers inside her. She grabbed the covers of the bed and begged. For what, she wasn’t sure, but she begged.

With a quick movement, he pressed his thumb on her clit and she exploded again. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and stars filled her vision. God! She lay in a panting, exhausted heap on the bed.

Slowly he stood, a satisfied smile on his face. He made quick work of removing his clothes. He reached for his wallet. “I have a condom.”

“Don’t need one,” she warbled. What the heck had happened to her voice?

He scowled down at her. “Unprotected sex is not something I’m interested in.”

She rushed to explain. “I have an implant. They give them to all the women on the compound unless they are trying to get pregnant. I got mine just before I came to Darling.”

“I haven’t been with anyone else in half a year. We get tested regularly at Sabre. I’m clean. Are you sure you’re okay with me going ungloved?”

Oh, she was sure. She’d read that it felt much better for the guy usually, and there was no need on her end. “I trust you.”

He glanced down at the carpet and sighed. “I feel like I should lecture you about that decision, but I want to feel the inside of that tight pussy with nothing between us. And since we are going to be together for as long as it’s good, I’m going to save that talk for later.”

Stepping to the bed, he scooped her up and set her in the middle of the bed. Man, he was seriously strong. She tried to stay fit, but she was tall and not what anyone would describe as a lightweight.

He covered her with his body again. Heat radiated from him, and she leaned up to hold him, pulling him back down with her. He covered every inch of her and then some. He was strong and caring. And still sex on a stick. And from the impression his swollen cock was making as he slid it across her pussy, he was as ready for this as she was.

“I’m going to take this slow. If it becomes too much, you say the word and we’re done.”

She wasn’t going to say anything. After everything he’d just given her, he deserved to have the same. And she didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. Maybe then everyone would leave her alone.

Connor place the tip of his cock at her entrance. God, that already felt amazing. She tried to rock her hips up to meet him. A stinging swat landed on her left flank.

“Ow!” She glared at him.

He stared down at her, his expression a cross between bored and amused. But his lips… Now they told a different story. They screamed alpha male. She shivered at the thought.

“Who is in charge right now, little girl?” The growl in his voice told her she was right. He was irritated.

“You are, Daddy, but I was trying to help.”

“All I need is for you to relax and tell me if we need to slow down or stop.”

Hm, the books were right about Daddies being bossy, too. “Yes, Daddy. But I don’t want to stop.”

“Me either, babygirl. But I don’t want to hurt you even more.”

Her heart quivered at his words, so sweet she wanted to throw him on his back and kiss him. But she better wait until later for that.

“Oh!” Her breath left her in a gasp as Connor nudged in and out of her entrance using just the tip. She couldn’t come again before her made it inside her, right? Whatever he was doing, it had her clit pulsing.

He smiled, with just a pinch of smugness. “You like that, huh?”

“Yeah,” she answered. She hadn’t meant to whisper, but her voice didn’t seem to be working.

“Ready for a bit more?”

“God, yes,” she cried out. Oh, there was her voice.

He slid in a tiny bit at a time, continuing the slight rocking motion. It felt incredible.

He groaned once he was halfway inside her. “God, trouble. You’re so damn hot and tight. So slick around my cock.”

“You… you feel good, too.” Her voice was back to being all breathy.

Connor’s skin glistened with the effort he was making to go slow. “God, you feel incredible.”

“Can I rock a little, too?” The anticipation was too much. If he didn’t say yes, she might pass out. Something was building inside her, something huge. The need to move was almost more than she could take.

“You stay still,” he growled. “I don’t want to have to stop and spank your ass.”

Her pussy spasmed at his words. Hard.

He grinned down at her. “Somebody likes that idea.”

She was going to scream. The need was so much harder to take now that she knew what it led to.

The pressure of his hips pressed against her pussy. Finally. Connor held still, though the way he gritted his teeth proved she wasn’t the only one who needed to move.

Finally, he started to rock his hips again, only now he tapped her clit each time he pushed.

His voice was guttural when he asked, “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she panted out. “Please, can you do more?”

He grinned. “More? What kind of more?”

How the heck should she know? She’d never done this before. She just knew that if he didn’t more right now, she was going to punch him in the stomach.

Connor barked out a laugh. “That’s not how a Little girl is supposed to treat her Daddy, trouble. And if you punch me in the stomach, all you’re going to get is a sore hand. Strike that. You’ll get a sore hand and a sore bottom.”

Argh! She was going to give him a piece of her mind. But then he pulled out further and pushed back in deeper. Turned out the piece of her mind she gave him was an enthusiastic, “Yes!”

Each time he moved now, he pulled out more and powered in deeper. Harder. Glorious.

Grabbing her butt with one hand, he lifted her hips higher to meet his thrusts. With a shift to the angle of his hips, he hit that spot inside her. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his hips and ground her clit against him. She wasn’t sure what happened then, but she was pretty sure it involved angels singing.

Her climax rolled through her, with him inside her to propel her into the stratosphere. She flew. So high she wasn’t sure she could make it back.

When she finally floated back down, she clung to him. He raked his teeth across her shoulder and let loose, pounding into her until he found his own release. She felt him come inside her and it warmed her.

He collapsed on top of her, holding himself up enough not to crush her. “Are you okay?”

Opening her eyes, she stared up at him. With a weak smile, she lifted her hand to caress his cheek. Connor was a good man. The best she’d ever known. “I’m more than okay. That was the best experience of my life. Thank you, Daddy, for making it so good for me.”

His eyes warmed. He slid her hand to his mouth and kissed her palm. “You’re welcome, babygirl. And I have never meant it more when I say, my pleasure. Now wait right here. I’ll be back.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wet rag.

“What are you doing?” Did she stink?

Oh god, had he smelled her stinky pits? Could she die from embarrassment? She’d never heard of it actually happening, but she planned to be the first. Because, really, how did you keep going when someone gave you something that beautiful and you gave them stinky pits?

“Your armpits do not stink, silly girl. Now relax.”

Argh! She had to stop doing that. A girl needed her secrets. She glared at him. A gentleman would have pretended not to hear.

“I never claimed to be a gentleman, babygirl. And you never need to keep secrets from me. I’m your Daddy. That means I’m always on your side.”

He knelt between her knees. What in the world?

“Spread your legs, sweetie. I’m going to clean you up. You won’t be comfortable if you’re not clean. I’ve been on the road for days, and I only pulled into rest stops for naps when I had to. I hate it, but I don’t think I have it in me to stay awake long enough to help you shower.”

Guilt kicked her in the chest. He’d gone through a lot to find her. She’d be on the way to Russia by now if it weren’t for him. She still might wind up there, but he didn’t need to know that. He’d been amazing. Had she even said thank you? If she had, she needed to say it again.

He grinned at her through her thighs and winked. “You hadn’t, and you’re welcome. And amazing is part of my job description.”

Gah! She had to stop doing that!

She yelped when a warm, soothing cloth ran over the area between her thighs. God, that felt good. Until realization and embarrassment attacked her. He was cleaning her… down there .

“You don’t have to do that.” Her protests fell on deaf ears. Yeah, now he couldn’t hear what she said. “It’s embarrassing.”

Okay, the whining wasn’t her finest moment, but seriously. It was embarrassing.

“There’s no such thing as embarrassing with your Daddy.”

It sure felt like there was. Still, he was gentle and sweet and everything she could ask for in a Daddy. It made her want to cry.

Once he’d tossed the rag back in the bathroom, he rejoined her in bed, pulling her to spoon with him. The heat radiating from him soaked into her, relaxing her muscles. His heavy arm rested just under her breasts, and she snuggled in closer, stifling a giggle when the hair on his legs tickled the backs of her thighs.

After all they’d done, she should be exhausted. Instead, her mind was racing through every possible scenario the future might bring. Not many of them were ones she’d enjoy. Not now that she’d experienced life with a Daddy.

“Why don’t you already have a Little?”

Connor yawned. “Sorry, babygirl. Um, I don’t already have a Little because I never found the right woman. Your turn. Why did you keep insisting on going back to the Society compound instead of staying with Winnie like she wanted you to?”

Shot to the heart. There was no harm in telling him the truth. “I run the nurseries for the Society. But I have to give my stamp of approval before they feed back into the main compound. The nurseries are self-contained, and children stay there until they turn thirteen when they are turned over to men and women in charge of teaching them their proper roles in the Society. I put that day off as long as I can, and the person they’d get to replace me might not.”

“That’s messed up.” His fatigue was causing his words to slur. “I bet you’re good with kids. You want some of your own one day?”

Her heart warmed at the thought of her children. She considered all of them hers. “I love them. I’ve always dreamed of having a big family with lots of children.”

He grunted. “Not for me. No kids for me. Ever.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She twisted to look at him. That couldn’t be right. “You don’t want kids one day?”

It took him a minute to respond that time. Sleep was pulling him under. “Nope, none for me. I come from bad stock. I’m broken.”

That made no sense. He couldn’t be so good with everyone around him if he were as broken as he thought. “But you’re such a good Daddy to Littles. It would be a shame for you not to have kids.”

He shook his head. Well, wobbled his head, but she knew what he meant. “Littles are totally diff… diff’rent from kids. I’m a bad bet. Can’t take a chance on messing them up. Every child deserves loving parents.”

He sounded so sure. Like, everything was carved in stone sure. Something terrible must have happened to him growing up. She grew up in the Society, but she still wanted children. Her heart broke for whatever he must have endured.

Her heart broke for herself, too. She’d hoped she and Connor might eventually find a way to be together. But a life without children? She couldn’t imagine a future without children of her own.

His even breathing told her he’d fallen asleep. Life with Connor as her Daddy would be everything she’d always longed to have. And she would have done everything in her power to be the same for him. But she wasn’t sure she could be truly happy without children one day. Besides, there were other factors to consider. Now more than ever. A friend still held in the Society’s western compound needed her. She’d promised to be there, and it was a promise she had to keep.

Tears burned the backs of her eyes at the unfairness of life. Brushing his hair out of his face, she leaned over to press a kiss to his forehead, desperately afraid that her heart was no longer her own. She watched through the night. His face was peaceful when he slept, more angel than dark.

He woke early the next morning. She hadn’t figured him as a morning person, but he was in a great mood.

“Time to get ready for the day, babygirl. We have a lot of driving time in front of us.”

He thought they were both headed to Darling. There was no reason to tell him anything different. Arguing wasn’t the way she wanted their final minutes together to be spent.

The clear blue morning sky was cloudless and perfect. They fussed around getting ready to leave, just like they would every morning if things were different. He’d brushed her hair and helped her dress. Her stomach growled as she brushed her teeth, so he found a Disney show on television while he ran to the office to pick up something for them to eat for breakfast.

She’d almost blown it when she threw her arms around him and kissed him before he could make it out the door. She kissed him, that was, until he took over and kissed her until she saw stars. He was a great kisser.

After he closed the door, she pulled out the shirt he’d given her to wear the night before and put it on over her dress. Because it was January, and cold outside. At least, that was what she told herself.

With tears stinging her eyes, she took one last look at the room. It didn’t look like much, but to her, it was finer than a room in a palace. Then, tears falling freely down her face, Bliss squared her shoulders and walked out the door and into her future. Alone.

One month later, Bliss held a white stick in her hand and stared down at the two bright pink lines. That just capped off the month from hell. The things she’d endured were almost more than she could bear. Placing a hand on her stomach, she glanced across the room at the month old twins sleeping in two tiny bassinettes. Not hers by birth, but legally hers just the same.

They were the reason she’d had to leave Connor in Vegas. She’d had to go with the men and return to the Society’s western compound. Her friend, pregnant with twins, had developed complications. She hadn’t survived the delivery, but before she’d died, she’d named Bliss as their guardian.

The Society hadn’t cared. The twins were female, and the father wasn’t a member of their group. Bliss’s father, the leader of the western compound, hadn’t wanted to invite trouble, and the bad press they’d receive if the twins’ father showed up one day claiming to want the twins back wasn’t worth it. Girls weren’t worth the risk.

Bliss now had two tiny babies to care for. And on top of that, she was pregnant. The thing that wasn’t supposed to be possible turned out to be very, very possible. She had never longed to be back in Connor’s arms more. Her Daddy would know what to do. But she might not like his solution.

He wouldn’t want her now. Well, he wouldn’t want the three, soon to be four of them now. In a matter of weeks, she’d become a package deal. He’d made it more than clear he wouldn’t want her babies.

It made her heartsick, but he had the right to choose.

So did she.