10. Camilla

10

CAMILLA

I wake up to the smell of coffee. I should probably get used to that since my life has become coffee all the live long day.

Not that I mind it. It's a delicious scent. The savory bitterness tinged with a curve of fruit.

I'm learning to enjoy it black, thanks to Jack, although I won't tell him that for fear he might gloat.

I blink my eyes open. Last night…

Holy shit last night.

It was so. Damn. Good.

Jack took care of me. Daddy took care of me. And he did a damned good job.

I came at least five times before we had to throw in the towel and actually get some sleep.

I stretch my arms out from under the covers and grab for my phone to check the time.

Fuck, it's already half past ten. I haven't slept this late in…I don't remember the last time I slept this late.

The door to the room opens and Jack enters, clad in a bathrobe that's split just enough to reveal a sliver of his chest all the way down to the top of his stomach. His dark hair is a fucking wreck in the best way because I know I did that. I tousled and pull and clawed my fingers through his hair last night as I moaned his name.

Well. Not his name.

In his hands are two cups of coffee. However, when our eyes meet, he freezes in his tracks.

"You're up," he says.

A fact. An objective truth. "I'm up."

"I…" He steps into the room and closes the door behind him with his foot. "Brought you coffee."

I sit up, rubbing my eyes. "Thank you," I say through a yawn. "You didn't have to do that."

Jack comes to my side of the bed and sits on the edge, down by my hip. It's a safe distance, one that makes me a tad uneasy.

Does he not want to sit next to me? Does he not want to pull me under the sheets and go another round?

I know I shouldn't get my hopes up that last night means that anything more will happen between us.

But who am I kidding? They're up. They're all the way up.

I take the coffee from him, our fingers skimming each other's. He's put milk and sugar in mine and, when I taste it, it's perfect.

Bringing me coffee in bed made to my exact liking? That's Daddy energy.

"Did you sleep all right?" Jack asks.

I nod. "You?"

"Yeah, I did, I think we needed it," he says with a wry smile.

It's hard to look at each other very long without someone getting shy. When Jack gets shy, it's sweet. His bashful smiles and bows of his head.

"I'm sorry I slept in," I say. "I know we had plans to–"

"I thought we agreed, no more apologies."

I shrug, feel the strap of my nightgown falling back into place on my shoulder. I get a flash of memory, Jack tugging it down in order to get a mouthful of my breast.

My thighs clench together. No more. Not now.

"Okay, well, I'm not sorry I slept in. Better?"

He nods. "Absolutely. You shouldn't be sorry about last night. Not at all."

We are quiet. Sip the coffee. A familiar thing we do.

Except it's foreign now. We've never done it like this. After we've said to hell with it all and crossed a line that can never be uncrossed.

"We should probably talk about last night." Jack stretches up tall, planting his feet on the floor.

I take a swig of coffee like it's his whisky from last night. "Yeah. Probably."

Jack rubs his chin. Bristles of budding facial hair scratch at his skin. He hasn't shaven yet this morning. Something about that makes me swoon. He's comfortable with me. Relaxed.

His eyes meet mine. "How do you feel?"

"That's not fair." I pout. "You can't throw the ball right into my court."

"Well, it matters to me how you feel. I know how I feel. I think you know how I feel too," Jack says in his simple and direct Jack way. At once infuriating and calming.

"Do I?"

Jack smirks. "You're going to be a brat about it?"

"A brat?" I think about it for a second and realize he is right. But also, it feels right.

Jack shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "You're impossible." And before I have a chance to reply, he places his mug of coffee on the nightstand, leans in, and kisses me. So gentle and delicate. Not too forceful to spill the coffee in my hands. Not too friendly to be misconstrued although I don't know how many friends or business partners kiss on the lips alone in the room they're sharing on a work trip because one friend lied that they were dating the other friend.

When he pulls back, Jack tucks some curls behind my ears. His brow is pinched at the center. "That clear enough for you?"

Daddy. That's my Daddy.

Jack trails the back of his hand down my cheek and smiles to himself. "You say the word, and I'll stop."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because we're in business together. You can't forget that."

"You seem to have forgotten that quite well."

Jack chuckles. "You're impossible, brat."

I snuggle in toward him, sipping my coffee, letting myself be taken care of.

I haven't been taken care of in so long. I was always the one taking care of others. Of everything. And then some. Now, here I am, protected. Safe.

I smile at him. "How did you know?"

"How did I know what?" He lightly pinches my chin between his fingers.

"That I needed this. That I needed…"

Jack lifts an eyebrow.

The answer clicks into place. It is not a fact or a figure, and it isn't something that would make sense or hold up in a court of law.

He saw it because it was meant to be him. Who else could have seen it but the person who I needed most?

"I've never done something like this before," he says. "The Daddy thing."

My cheeks heat up and my eyes lower. "Me either."

He shakes his head. "I didn't know I even wanted that until you called me sir when you quit. And though that felt so wrong to feel so right, it was not quite right right."

I gape through a smile. "No wonder you were so annoyed by that."

"Of course, I was annoyed. I was having an argument with my infuriating assistant now business partner, and the second she said ‘Sir', my lizard brain went off and something–" Jack snaps his fingers in the air.

I place my coffee next to his on the table and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

Jack hums like I'm a sweet confection he's just put on his tongue. "So, if you're my Daddy, what am I?"

He grins against my mouth. "You're Daddy's princess, of course."

My body shivers. "Why does that feel so good?"

"Because it's right." His confidence shakes my bones.

We settle into another kiss. Kiss after kiss, languorous and without goal or end.

"What do we do?" My voice is lighter than it usually is. I'm giving in. To this. Letting my true self come out. "I mean…how do we–"

"Just be my good girl and let me take care of you. That's all you need, Camilla."

I melt into his arms, pressing my face into his shoulder and winding my arms around his back. "It can't be that simple."

He pets my hair, kisses the top of my head. "Well, there are other elements if we want to get into it. I've done a bit of light googling. We can talk more about all this dynamic. If you want."

"Oh, I want."

"We have to run Keiki. And I don't want you to do anything different with that, but when the work is done, all you have to be is whoever you want to be. My baby girl. My princess. I'll be here to catch you."

I kiss the hollow of his neck.

"I'll take care of everything. Anything you need."

" Jack …"

"Ah! What I say goes because I'm..."

I bite down on my lip, unable to stifle the smile. "Daddy."

Jack smiles back at me. "Never gets old. Sure, sometimes, if you're bad, I'll have to punish you–" Jack squeezes my waist, sending tickles through my body.

I screech, trying to pry his hands off me. He just smiles, pulls me flush to him again.

"But I think you'll find I'm a fair hand when it comes to punishment," he says in a soft voice before kissing my forehead.

I sigh. "I must be dreaming."

"You? No. It's my dream. A beautiful woman agreeing to let me take care of her?" He drags his mouth down from my temple to my ear. "Be my good little girl."

If my body could be any looser, I'd be liquid.

"You have no idea how…" Jack pauses and inhales deep to get a hold of his point. "How much I want to give to you."

"I have no idea why, but–"

"You don't need to know why. And even if I wanted to explain, I couldn't. Just from the second I saw you, I felt something."

I giggle. "That's why you were so cold to me, huh?"

"Okay, punishment time." Jack grabs my waist again and tickles me until I'm laid out on the bed, screaming in laughter, tears pouring down my cheeks.

He finishes his punishment with a solid kiss to my mouth, then retreats. "No business today. Just you and me. Whatever you want to do. Okay?"

I can't believe this is my life. "But?—"

Jack nips a kiss at my jaw. "Business tomorrow. Not today."

"Fine, but I need to take a shower first and wash my hair. I have to wash it so much more here because of the humidity." I pick at one of my curls that feels stickier than usual.

"Mmm…" Jack stretches his body out long next to mine. "Can I wash it?"

I frown. "You want to wash my hair?"

"Yes," he says with a grin. "Is that all right?"

"I…I guess, but why would you want to do that?"

Jack gets to his feet, grabs my hands, and pulls me up to meet him. "You're going to have to get used to this whole, ‘I'm taking care of you' thing, Camilla. Now –" He spins me around toward the bathroom. "Go get undressed."

He sees me off with a smack to my bottom. I laugh and trip into the bathroom, stripping as I go.

The shower water pours over us like a luscious rainstorm. My back is pressed against Jack's front as he lathers my curls.

"So much hair. How do you do it?"

I laugh. "Don't act like you don't love it."

Jack scrapes his fingers up the back of my neck and over my scalp, making sure the shampoo reaches as deep as it can.

I groan.

"You like that?"

I nod. "Feels good."

He chuckles and does it again, this time allowing his hands to butterfly out around my head. "That should do it. I hope."

I lean back on my heels, letting my ass brush up against his semi-hard cock. "You'll get used to it."

"Switch places with me," he says, concentration lacing his voice.

Jack turns me with a touch to my shoulder to face him.

I smile up at him, trying not to look down at the length of his body. I already ogled it before he joined me in the shower. Light muscled pectorals and abdominals, legs that go for miles, and that dick of his that's just on a league of it' own.

"Lean your head back, baby girl," he instructs.

I do so, closing my eyes as water washes through my hair.

Jack's fingers return to massage my scalp, soap dripping down my back.

I hum.

"Isn't this more fun than you doing this alone?"

I smile. "Yes, Daddy."

Though my eyes are closed, I can imagine the shock passing over Jack's face.

It doesn't matter that we've agreed to this dynamic, it's going to take some time to sink in.

Jack thumbs my chin, tips my head back a bit further. His tongue slides up the column of my throat.

He returns to the base of my throat again, this time laying his teeth against the skin and sucking. His hands snake around me, engulfing my ass cheeks.

I let him pull me to him, his semi now a full hard on.

"Oh god, you're right…this is much better."

Jack sighs against me. "I think my baby girl needs to be filled up."

"Yes, Daddy," I say without thinking.

"I think she needs my cock."

" Yes ," I say. More. More of him inside. Not just his full cock, but his seed. I've never let a man come inside me without a condom even though I'm on the pill, and my god, does it feel so good to be pumped full by him.

Jack grabs my hips and spins me around, pressing my hands up against the wall under the shower of water.

"Yes, what ?" he growls in my ear, spanking my cheeks in turn. Not hard, just playfully.

I giggle. "Yes, Daddy ."

"That's a good girl," he says, then pushes himself inside me.

Under the water, we become one. It's brisk and fast. The sounds of our hips slapping together combine with the falling water.

"No one's home," Jack says in a gruff tone. "I want to hear you, baby girl."

My lips part. "Daddy…"

There's a rumble in his chest.

"Daddy, faster, Daddy. Deeper," I say.

Jack grabs my hips hard, entering me as deep as he can.

"More, Daddy, come inside me, Daddy."

"Goddammit, baby girl, you're going to make me come too fast…"

I put my hand between my legs and begin to rub at my clit. It's slicker than slick, from the water and from my wetness. "I want you to come, Daddy. My pussy was made for your cum."

"Jesus Christ." His pace faulters. And I'm the cause.

I rub and rub, my walls spasming around him as I approach an orgasm. "Come inside me. Come inside me, please ."

"Fuck!" Jack's body jolts and jerks, his cock pulsing inside me with release.

"Yes!" I scream out. "Yes, Daddy, that's it. Oh my god, I'm coming ." Thank god no one is home because my sounds are earthshaking.

I burst with pleasure, my clit releasing its tightness and Jack's cock pulsing inside me. Knowing he's coated my walls makes the orgasm feel that much better.

I didn't know I had a thing for breeding, but better find out late than ever.

Because the orgasms keep getting better.

Jack pulls out of me, flips me back around, and pushes me up against the wall, covering my mouth with his.

I cling to him, digging my fingernails into his back. I don't think I'll ever get enough of him.

"You're such a good girl, Camilla, you're such a good girl for me," he pants.

"Only for you, Daddy. Only ever for you."