Chapter 7

7

DEAN

3 weeks later

I t's been three weeks since Thanksgiving and my confrontation with my son, and somehow, they've been the best weeks of my life.

And it's all because of Delia Watson. Soon enough, she'll be Delia Dixon if I have my way.

Not once has she expressed any interest in going back to Providence, and I reward her each night by making her come until her voice is hoarse from calling out my name. She told me that the bakery she works at—which is apparently some fucking prestigious bullshit run by a French guy—is closed for the holidays, but the way she words it makes me think she's considering going back after New Year's.

And there's no way in hell that's happening.

We've done all the shit I'd never cared about before, and somehow, sharing those moments with Delia makes them something enjoyable. I let her pick out an enormous Christmas tree and a cart full of glass ornaments, and she makes us gingerbread cookies while I haul the huge thing into the house. We build a fire in the backyard and drink hot cocoa around it. Then, I take her inside to warm her up first in the shower and second in my bed.

Our bed. Everything that's mine is Delia's. Including my last name...it's just a matter of time.

I even have the proposal planned out. Three days before New Year, I'll be taking her on a getaway for the weekend to a local winery and asking her to marry me while we drink overpriced champagne.

It's all so easy. She fits into my life so well, my good little princess, and I plan to have her next to me forever.

Yesterday morning was the first wrench in my plan. I haven't heard from Brody since he stormed out on Thanksgiving, but a detective I trust more than anyone else at the department pulled me aside to tell me that Brody gave an officer some fucked-up information about me and Delia and that it was spreading through the force like wildfire.

The rumor makes me so mad I'm afraid I might break my teeth clenching my jaw. What everyone is saying is I stole my son's barely legal girlfriend and blackmailed her to get her to sleep with me, throwing my son out of his childhood home in the process. That Brody loved Delia and they were so happy until I coerced Delia into my bed and abandoned my only child.

Fucking Brody...the only person I could possibly be more pissed at is my own officer spreading these bullshit fucking rumors about me. And today, I plan to get to the bottom of them.

I stalk into the police station, head held high and shoulders back. I'll be damned if all of these fuckers—my subordinates—make me feel uncomfortable in my own kingdom. I'm the chief, and they will fucking respect me.

The officers and detectives look up at me from their various desks and tasks they're performing, most of them looking like deer in the headlights. No doubt I was the topic of gossip before I got here, and I'm highly fucking unamused about having to come in early to address this.

"Listen up," I announce, and they all give me their full attention. Good. "I know some talk has been spreading about something that's none of your damn business—the woman I'm choosing to spend my time with. Listen to that word again—woman. Delia Watson is a grown woman, and any connection she had to my son is ancient fucking history at this point. If I hear a single word about her spoken around here, you will be demoted so fast for insubordination that your heads will spin. Got it?"

All of the shocked faces nod their heads, some of them looking absolutely terrified. Good. They should be.

"And if I hear of any disrespect towards Delia Watson or any of her loved ones, there will be severe punishment. If I find out who has been talking shit, I'm coming for you. Understood?"

All of the men and women nod, some of them gulping. I nod curtly. "Now, who started this bullshit? Tell me now and I'll let all of you off without consequence."

A young female detective in the back of the room raises her hand slowly, looking unsure. "It was Trevor. He's the one who said he had the dirt on you and it was bad."

I nod, trying not to smile. "Thank you, detective. Do you know where Trevor is right now?"

"He's in the training gym."

"Thank you. All of you are dismissed. Get back to work."

I turn and leave, heading to the gym.

I enter, hearing the clang of weights and machinery, my eyes scanning over the equipment, mats, and punching bags before landing on the two men sparring on the mats. One is the hand-to-hand combat trainer and the other is Trevor. Perfect.

"Trevor!" I call out, and the two men stop their grappling, rising to their feet.

His eyes are wide, and at this moment, I know he's aware of exactly what I'm here for. "Yes, Chief?"

"You're against me next."

"What? No, sir. I really shouldn't." He's already trying to exit the sparring mat as he speaks, panicked.

"Get on the mat," I say calmly, rolling my sleeves up. "This is a command, not a request."

He reluctantly nods, returning to his place as the trainer exits. His fear is palpable, but little does he know how much more scared I plan to make him.

"Ready?" the trainer asks as I'm getting into position.

Trevor sighs. "Ready, Chief."

"Go," the trainer calls.

"You know what this is about," I saw, low and deadly as we circle each other. "You saw Delia and me at the trail and went to tattle to your old friend, Brody, right? Not only that, you had to run your mouth to the force too. As if I didn't give you a job just because you hung around my son in high school."

"Sir, it wasn't like that," Trevor tries to explain.

"Bullshit. Now you're going to learn."

I strike, hard and fast. He manages to get his hands up in defense, but he's already losing ground. I could do this the right way, but that's not what I'm feeling right now. I look at Trevor, knowing that he thought he and Brody could take me down, damage my reputation as the chief of police, and fury roars through me.

The next strike takes him in the jaw, and he stumbles. I take him to the ground easily, and he looks up, fear in his eyes.

"Now you listen to me, and you listen well," I growl. "You're done running your mouth about things that are none of your damn business. You're also done spreading lies about me. The only thing I'm doing is dating someone who knows my son, and even then, she's a grown woman."

I press the bar of my forearm against his neck, just enough to make fear fill his eyes. "Say you're sorry, you little fucker."

"I'm sorry sir, please!" he pleads, the pressure making him struggle.

"I won't go to jail for killing someone, but you're starting to make me want to." No one else can hear me but him, and the way he's shaking in my grasp makes him even more pathetic. "This is your last warning, Trevor. If I catch wind of another rumor or hear a word about you running your mouth about me or the people I care about, I'll fire you. And no one else will hire you. Maybe because you're blacklisted or maybe because you're six feet under. Got it?"

He nods quickly, his face turning red.

"Good. You're dismissed. I expect you to be on security guard duty in fifteen minutes."

"Yes, sir."

I push off him, standing up and wiping my hands off on my slacks. Trevor leaves in a hurry, and the combat trainer looks at me in shock.

"Is everything alright, sir?"

I shrug. "Just giving him a lesson. No harm done."

"Yes, sir."

"Good training, soldier," I say, walking away. "Keep it up."

"Thank you, sir!"

I exit the gym, shaking my head. I know no one will talk about me or Delia anymore, and if they do, they're a dead man walking. I grab my shirt and hat on the way out, not saying a word to anyone as I leave.

There's a gorgeous woman waiting for me at home. Right now, that is priority number one.

I freeze when I see her, the duffle bag she had shown up with weeks ago open on my bed— our bed— as she shoves her clothes in it.

I can't stop the growl that starts in my throat, and Delia jumps, turning around to face me. Her face drains of color, except for the red of her eyes. It's clear she's been crying, and despite how angry I am that she thinks she can leave me, my chest feels tight at the thought of her here crying all alone.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demand.

"Brody posted everything on social media," she sniffles. "Everything, Dean! And he tagged the bakery I work at in the post!" She dabs at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater as she tears up again. "Do you know how many people wanted that job and how hard I had to work to get it? It's one of the most prestigious bakeries in the country, and now when people search it, they're going to get to see all of my dirty laundry."

Rage flares in me, but not at Delia. At fucking Brody. "You didn't answer my question."

"I'm going home to try and mitigate damage. This...this has been wonderful, Dean, but it was just a dream. And with Christmas coming up..."

I stalk towards her. "Princess, when I said you were mine, I meant it."

There's a stiffness to her shoulders, but she doesn't look surprised. "I know...but how can I move my entire life here after just a few weeks? I feel so strongly about you, but that's just crazy!"

"Is it?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because…because…we haven't known each other for that long."

"Hmmm."

"Dean…"

"I never want to let you go, Delia. But I'm not forcing you to stay here against your will. If you want to leave, then I will help you pack."

She rears back, jaw hanging open. "What? I…I…"

"What do you want, Delia? Are you okay with Brody succeeding in robbing you of your happiness? Because you are happy with me, right?"

"Dean…"

"Answer me, princess."

"I…I want to stay here, but…"

"But what?"

"My career…"

This time, I don't speak. I let her think for herself. If she ultimately decides to leave, then I'll move heaven and earth to stay with her…wherever the fuck she is. Because all of what I have? None of it matters if I don't have her. She's mine and will always be.

It doesn't take long for her to arrive at a decision. Delia stands to her full height and squares her shoulders. In a split second, she launches herself at me, burying her face in the crook of my neck. Relief washes over me in waves.

Thank fuck.

"God, Dean. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for even considering…"

"Remember that first morning together when you defied me after I ate your pussy? Remember how I said you were going to have to be punished for it? Well, it's time, princess. You defied me again. You doubted us, and it's time for you to learn that I don't let go of what's mine. Ever."

She freezes in my arms. "Dean, what...?"

"Turn around, hands on the bed, pants off." My tone leaves no room for argument, but of course, Delia tries anyway.

"Dean..." She swallows hard. "Daddy…"

"Now, princess."

Delia bites her lip and pouts, doing as I say. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I was just trying to do the responsible thing."

I grab the waistband of her pants and tug them down, leaving her standing there in her panties and sweater, the latter long enough to cover her ass. My fingers slip under the edge of the panties and push them down until they fall to her ankles.

"If I wanted to hear your excuses, Delia, I would ask. Now, hands on the bed, princess." I smack her ass lightly.

She looks at me, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She knows this is something new, something that will change things between us, but she's not scared. No. Her eyes turn glassy and are at half-mast already.

Delia leans over, planting her hands on the bed, and spreads her legs. I push her sweater up as I run a finger through her already dripping folds, causing her to moan and arch her back. Heat comes off her skin, and she rotates her hips.

My fingers circle her clit a few times, just enough to have her shaking and breathing heavily. But it's not her pussy I'm after right now.

"You might want to grab the blankets," I suggest lightly, and when Delia opens her mouth to question me, I give her ass a swift spank.

She jumps, shocked. "Ow! What…?"

"This is your punishment." I chuckle darkly. "You're going to get spanked, Delia, and take every bit of it."

I follow up my words with another smack. She lets out a sharp little yelp, and her legs shake.

"Oh god."

I rub my hand over the flesh of her ass, soothing the burn. "Tell me to stop, Delia. Tell me to stop and I will."

"No! Please don't. Please don't stop, Daddy."

Her body quivers under my touch. I run my thumb along her wet slit and then press into her pussy, curling my finger, just enough to make her moan but not enough to give her the satisfaction she needs before stopping again. Not yet.

I pull my hand back and land a slap against her other asscheek, and Delia squeaks. The sound is almost more of a whimper, and it goes straight to my cock, making it twitch.

I repeat the motion, alternating between her cheeks. I spank her, and she moans. She whimpers, and my cock swells. I watch as the red on her ass fades and then reddens again.

Delia is panting, her body shaking as she fights back the whines and whimpers, but there's something about seeing her bent over and taking this punishment, knowing how much she's turned on, that makes me want to give her everything. On the next smack, I go much easier, letting my fingers trail between her round cheeks and grazing her tight little hole. The noise she makes is one part surprise and the other part pleasure.

I know exactly how I'm going to fuck her, and it's going to be something totally new.

I keep it up, giving her just enough pleasure to counter the pain, teasing her ass with my finger. I don't press in, not yet, but just the light brush is enough to have her moaning and bucking her hips.

I'm hard as a fucking rock. It only takes a few tugs and my belt is off, my pants at my feet. Cock in hand, I soothe her red cheeks some more with my free one. "Good girl. Are you ready for your reward for taking your punishment so well?"

"Yes." Her voice quivers.

"Good. Get the lube out of the bedside table and get right back into this position again. Now."

She obeys, and as soon as the bottle is in my hands, I'm squeezing some out and rubbing it on her hole, making her gasp.

"Relax, princess," I soothe. "We'll go nice and slow, but I'm going to fuck this tight little ass."

I push one slick finger in, and her entire body shudders. She whimpers and purrs. Delia's dripping wet, and as soon as I have one finger inside her, she pushes back against me, begging for more.

"You like that?"

"Y-yes, Daddy," she breathes, and the sound makes my cock jerk.

"Good girl. Just relax and take my finger, and you'll be ready for my cock." I push in another finger, and she cries out, pushing back against me, her legs spread wide. "Such a good girl. That's it."

I fuck her with my fingers, making sure she's ready to take me. The last thing I want is to hurt her, but when her ass is ready for me, I pull my fingers out and slick up my cock.

"I'm going to fuck your ass now."

"Please."

She's more than ready, and the tip of my cock is pressed against her tight hole, pushing slowly in. Delia lets out a moan as I enter her, and her fingers grip the blankets.

"Fuck, Daddy."

"Does that feel good, princess?"

"It hurts a little," she admits. "But it feels good too."

Her ass is tight, squeezing my cock, and the heat makes my balls tighten. Fuck. If she keeps this up, I won't last very long, and that's not what I want. I want this to be good for her too.

"You look so beautiful, baby girl. With my cock in your ass, you're perfect." I grip her hips and pull out, thrusting back in, and Delia screams in pleasure.

"Oh god."

"Fuck. Yeah. Such a good girl. Does it feel good, baby? Does my cock feel good in your ass?"

Delia has no words for me, just moans and sighs as I fill her again and again.

I slide in and out of her, picking up the pace as I go, and the more she moans, the faster I thrust. Delia's body is tense, and her pussy is soaked. Her knuckles are white from holding the blankets so tight, and her legs are spread wide.

"God, I love this."

"That's right, baby. I know you do. Your ass is so tight, princess. Fuck."

The pleasure is overwhelming, and my orgasm begins to crest, but I want her to come first. I reach down, one hand still on her hip, and my fingers find her clit. As soon as I brush it, her entire body tightens, and she screams.

"Oh, fuck. Daddy! Don't stop, please. Please."

"Come, baby. Come on Daddy's cock."

My fingers continue working her clit as my cock moves inside her. Delia's body is shaking, and her thighs are soaked. It's so hot, and as soon as she comes, I pull out, my own orgasm coming so fast I can't stop it. I stroke myself once, twice, and then I'm coming all over her back, painting her with it.

Delia is still moaning, her body shaking, and she collapses onto the bed. "Oh my god. That was...intense."

"Mm." I lean down and kiss her lips softly, loving the way she melts under my touch. "Do you really think I'd let you leave that easily, princess?"

She laughs, sounding exhausted. "I guess I should have known better." Delia bites her bottom lip for a moment, looking at me from beneath her lashes. "Dean....could we take a shower? Together?"

Warmth floods through me. Together. She's not thinking of leaving anymore."Absolutely."

She smiles, and her hand goes to my face. "Perfect. And when we're done, I'll unpack."

I kiss her gently, any anger from the fight with Trevor long gone. Delia isn't leaving. She doesn't want to, and soon enough, I'll prove to her that I'll take care of her every want and need forever.