Her Daddy's Jewel (MC Daddies Book 5) Page 21

  Idiot.

  “Easy,” he warned. “We don’t need you to get more boo-boos.”

  “Boo-boos? Seriously?”

  “Mind you, if you hurt yourself then I get to kiss it better. So if you’re gonna hurt anything, make it your ass.”

  “You’re obsessed.”

  “Why wouldn’t I be? That ass is a work of perfection.”

  She shook her head as she moved to lock the door. And if there was a bit more swing in her step, well, who was going to say anything?

  “There’s a deadbolt at the bottom too.”

  There was? That seemed excessive. And she couldn’t see it.

  “You need to bend right over.”

  She turned to wag her finger at him. “You’re incorrigible.”

  He just grinned. Lord, she was going to have to watch him. He crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “I thought I was in charge?”

  “Damn. Sorry. Habit. Plus, you’re so fucking sexy. You going to take your top off?”

  “Hmm, I’m not sure. Thought I might get you naked first.”

  He groaned. “Fuck, baby. You’re mean.”

  “No, what would be mean is if I took it off, but wouldn’t let you touch.”

  “That would be really mean.”

  She grinned as she stripped off her top, leaving her in a black undershirt. The look of hunger in his gaze made her own increase. She’d never wanted someone this badly in her life.

  Her nipples were hard. She reached for the bottom of the undershirt. She wanted to be brave enough to do this. To take back control.

  Suddenly, she whipped off her top, leaving her just in her skirt and panties.

  His gaze moved to her boobs. So intent. So hot.

  “Hands behind your head.”

  “Yes, bossy baby.”

  “Bossy baby, huh?” Her courage was growing as he moved his hands behind his head.

  Sure, he wasn’t bound. He could move them at any time. But she knew he wouldn’t. What next? She licked her lips. The last thing she wanted was to do anything that might make him unhappy. She’d never realized how much responsibility came with being in control.

  “You promise to tell me if I do something you don’t like.”

  “I doubt that will happen,” he said huskily. “But I promise.”

  She ran her gaze over him. Christ, her panties were wet just from staring at his gorgeous body.

  Suddenly, she wanted to see all of him. Walking forward, she knelt between his legs then licked her way down his taut stomach.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “Baby, your tongue is so hot.”

  “Want to feel it other places?” she asked.

  He raised his head to stare down his body at her. “That’s up to you. You’re in charge.”

  That’s right. She was. She sighed with satisfaction. Reaching up, she slowly undid the button on his jeans, then drew his zipper down. She moved carefully. Underneath he was wearing a pair of cotton, black boxers.

  “Lift your ass up.”

  He raised his hips and she drew his jeans down off his legs, leaving him just in his boxer. His dick was hard and easily visible, pressing against his boxers.

  “You’re enormous.”

  “You trying to make me come in my boxers?”

  “I wasn’t, but now I want to. That sounds hot.”

  She reached out and grasped hold of him, running her hand over his shaft, squeezing him tightly.

  “Fuck, I should know better than to give you ideas. How did I think you would be too shy to touch my dick?”

  “Your cock is so pretty.”

  “You cannot call my dick pretty.”

  “Really? But it’s such a pretty penis.”

  “Say that again and when I’m back in charge, you’ll get time in the corner and a hundred lines.”

  “I don’t think you can punish me for things that I do while in charge.”

  He groaned as she drew his boxers down, just revealing the head. Her breath grew faster. She wanted to please him. He was always doing so much for her. Look at him right now. He was putting his need to take charge on hold to give her what she needed. Finally, she slid them off, displaying his thick shaft and balls. His pubic hair was light and neatly trimmed. She was glad he wasn’t completely bare. She liked some hair.

  Not too much. Maxwell had been a complete bear.

  Don’t think of him. He doesn’t belong here.

  “Jewel? You all right?”

  She let out a deep breath. “Yep.”

  “Really? Because you’re staring at my dick like it knows the secrets of the universe. It doesn’t. My dick is dumb. Seriously, it’s stupid.”

  She had to giggle.

  “I’m not joking. It used to go off whenever it felt like it. Damn thing had a mind of its own. I spent an entire year constantly jacking off. I leaned to the side because my right arm was thicker than the left and I’d still wake up in the morning with it smiling and raring to go. It’s a complete asshole.”

  She giggled. “Enough. Enough.” She buried her face into his thigh.

  “It’s just a dick, baby girl.”

  “It’s not just a dick. It’s a pretty dick.”

  “No,” he growled at her.

  “Oh, all right. What else could I call it?” She ran her hand along the length. It was so silky. So smooth. She heard his breathing quicken. Would he move? Would he be able to keep control of himself?

  “He needs a manly name,” he told her.

  “Manly, hmm. Oh, how about Mr. Jerky?”

  “Mr. Jerky? Not happening.”

  “All right. Throbmaster 2000.”

  “Jesus,” he hissed as she ran her thumb over the tip. His head was thrown back and she could see the tight muscles in his throat. Was she torturing him? Poor baby.

  All right, so she might be enjoying this a bit more than she should be.

  “What about Diddly Doodle?” She leaned over and licked the head.

  “Baby girl, keep doing that and you can call it whatever the hell you want.”

  “Really? Because I’m quite fond of Winky Willy.” She had to giggle. She couldn’t hold it back.

  “Fuck. Why the fuck do I think that’s hot?”

  “Because you’re insane.” She took pity on him and took him into her mouth. That felt so good. She moved her mouth slowly up and down his cock. She loved the taste of him. The feel of him. Everything about this felt good.

  Seizing back control.

  Being a Queen.

  She cupped his balls, squeezing lightly, moving her mouth faster and faster. Eventually, she drew back, looking up at him. He almost looked in pain. What . . .

  Oh fuck.

  “Are you waiting for me to give you permission to come?”

  “You’re in charge, baby.”

  Fuck. Fuck. She was crap at this. “I’m . . . fuck, I’m so sorry. Come whenever you like.” She drew her mouth back over him, jacking at him with her hand then taking him deep as he groaned and came. She swallowed him down, reveling in the fact that she’d made him come. When he was finished and had slumped back, breathing heavily, she licked her way up his semi-hard dick.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about telling you that you could come.” She felt awful. Making all the calls . . . it wasn’t that easy. Being in charge, being responsible for everything . . .

  It was pretty much the opposite of what she enjoyed.

  “Hey, baby. It’s all right. Nobody ever died from a delayed orgasm. One day, you’ll find that out.”

  Was he saying he would . . .

  “That’s not happening.”

  “Hmm, hard limit?”

  “I . . . well . . . I don’t know.”

  “Because you know the thing about delaying an orgasm?”

  She shook her head. She’d never tried to delay an orgasm. It was hard enough for her to orgasm, so why would she try?

  “It feels fucking amazing when you finally
get to come. Like the world spins, your mind disintegrates and all you feel is pleasure. Wave after wave. You come like you never have before. So hard it edges on pain, but that’s its own sort of pleasure.”

  “So that was good for you?”

  “Baby, it was fucking fantastic.”

  She moved up to straddle him, cuddling in. Then she realized this wasn’t as much fun if he wasn’t hugging her back. Only she didn’t want to order him to hug her.

  In fact, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be in charge at all. Sitting up, she stared down at him. This amazing, wonderful man who wanted her.

  He raised his eyebrows as he studied her. “You’re staring at me like you think I have all the answers.”

  She shook her head. “No, I think you are the answer.”

  “What’s the question?”

  “Who makes me feel safe? Who makes me feel loved? Who is it that I can’t live without?”

  His eyes grew warm. A small smile filled his face. “That makes you the answer too.”

  “Thank you for letting me touch you. For letting me take control, but I . . . I don’t want that right now.”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “I want you to touch me without me ordering you to. Will you do that?”

  “Baby girl, touching you is my fucking addiction. You’re my obsession remember?”

  She grinned. “If anyone else said that, they’d sound like a psychopath.”

  “Luckily, you like my crazy.”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  He moved his arms slowly. Shoot, she hoped he hadn’t been getting sore. Damn, she was really crap at this. She reached up and massaged his right bicep then his left. Wow, he was big, she couldn’t get her hands around his upper arm.

  Leaning in, she kissed each bicep.

  “Like my guns?”

  “I like all of you.”

  “But if you had to choose a favorite part, it would be the Throbmaster 2000, right?”

  She giggled. “Hmm. I don’t know. I quite like this.” She ran her finger down his abs. “Then there’s your ass.”

  “Yeah, it’s a pretty good ass.”

  “Then there’s your mouth . . . your tongue . . .”

  “You want to see what I can do with my tongue?”

  She nodded.

  “Words.”

  “Yes, Daddy. I want to see what you can do with your tongue.”

  “Fuck, baby girl.” Reaching down, he squeezed her ass with one hand. “Come here and kiss me.”

  She leaned forward and he moved his other hand to her other cheek. Squeezing tight, he massaged her ass while kissing her. And yeah, that tongue was damn talented.

  “Sit up and show me those breasts.”

  Her breasts felt full, so heavy. Her nipples were hard peaks, begging to be touched.

  “Bring your nipple to my mouth,” he ordered.

  He didn’t touch her as she leaned over him, placing her nipple against his lips.

  Seriously. Beanbags had just become her favorite things.

  He sucked on her nipple and she gasped, nearly losing her balance. Then his hands came around her hips, holding her steady as he feasted on her.

  “Oh. Ohhh. Please. Please.”

  “Give me the other one.”

  She moved her other breast to his mouth. He sucked until she was squirming. He moved his fingers down her stomach to the top of her skirt. She stiffened slightly. Then he suddenly sat up. Before she knew it, he was switching them around. With her on the bottom and him on top. Her heartbeat raced as he loomed over her.

  This was her man.

  Then he leaned back, giving her space. She wasn’t sure if he’d seen her panic or not but he didn’t mention it. His gaze was firmly fixed on her breasts then he moved it lower down to her pussy.

  “I want to see that pretty pussy.”

  She took in a shuddering breath as he reached for the top of her skirt. He paused, watching her. “You tell me to stop, I stop, remember?”

  “I remember.”

  “Good girl.” He kissed each nipple then moved his mouth towards her pussy. He tugged off her skirt drawing it down her legs so she was dressed just in her panties.

  They were a light blue and mainly lace.

  “Fuck. Me. Those are sexy as fuck. We need to buy you a pair in every color. Bras to match.”

  “I don’t think I need any more underwear. There’s already a lifetime supply in those drawers.”

  “But these are my favorite. You wouldn’t deny me my favorite things? Would you?”

  She shook her head. Never. She couldn’t think of ever denying him anything. Especially as he ran his finger over her slit. Of course, then she couldn’t think much at all. Her heart raced, her breathing grew faster.

  “You’re all wet for me, aren’t you? Are you wet for me, baby girl?”

  “Y-yes.”

  He slid the panties down her legs.

  “Spread your legs wide. That’s it, even wider. Let me see that plump, pink pussy that’s all wet for me.”

  Who knew he’d like talking during sex? But she couldn’t deny that it was working at keeping her mind off darker things.

  Like Maxwell.

  Her mind started to spiral, her arousal dampening.

  Suddenly, a small smack landed on her pussy. She let out a yelp of shock, trying to draw her legs together. “What was that?”

  “Just bringing you back to the present.”

  “By smacking my pussy? What kind of bullshit is that?”

  “Bullshit that made your clit tingle and got you to stop thinking about that asshole,” he replied in a low, hard voice.

  Well, hell. He had a point.

  Still . . .

  “Pussy spanking so shouldn’t be a thing. It’s just not right.”

  He just grinned. “How about I kiss it and make it all better?”

  Now that she could get behind.

  “Touch your nipples,” he commanded in between laying kisses along her inner thigh.

  “W-what?”

  “Touch your nipples. Twist them lightly, play with them. I want to hear you panting with need.”

  Oh Lord help her.

  She’d never touched herself while she was with someone else.

  Another smack landed on her pussy.

  “Hey! Stop doing that.”

  “Who is in charge right now?”

  Her breath caught at the firm look on his face. Now she was definitely dealing with the Dom. And he was right, she did like this side of him.

  “You are.”

  “Who gets to make the orders?” he demanded.

  “You do.”

  “Put your hands behind your knees and draw your legs up to your chest.”

  Fuck. Fucking hell. That would put her completely on display. But she reached down and did as he commanded.

  “That’s my good baby girl. You like doing what Daddy tells you to, don’t you?”

  Oh hell, yes. She did.

  “Yes, Pike.”

  Satisfaction filled his face. Sometimes she forgot to call him that. She was too used to calling him Jason. But she loved the look on his face when she did.

  He rewarded her by licking along her slit from the bottom to the top. She groaned. More. She wanted more.

  “My baby likes her pussy being licked. Just like she likes having her bottom smacked, doesn’t she?”

  “Nooo.” Did he know?

  Smack. His hand landed on her lower ass cheek this time. Another groan escaped.

  “Naughty baby. Lying to me.”

  Smack. Lick. Smack. Lick.

  How did this feel so good? How did the pain in her bottom move to her clit? How did it heat her insides? She didn’t know, but she wasn’t going to question it. He kept going. Smack. Lick. Smack. Lick.

  “Please, please,” she cried out when he drew away to stare up at her.

  “How you doing, baby girl?”

  “I’m dying. I need more.”

  “Do you? What do
you need? Tell me.”

  “I need your tongue on my clit. I need you inside me. Please.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not fucking you.”

  She froze. “What? Why not? Don’t you want to?”

  “Have you seen my dick?”

  She rolled her eyes. Such a typical male response. “Yeah, it’s kind of hard to miss.”

  He grinned. “Thank you.”

  “Your ego is out of control.”

  “And yet you keep inflating it with your obvious admiration for my dick.”

  “Is there a reason why we’re talking about your dick?”

  “Well, it’s obvious you can think of little else but my dick . . .”

  She refrained from smacking the side of his arm. Just. “Jason . . .”

  “Thirty-eight.”

  “What? I thought we were at thirty-three?”

  “Now that you’ve had my dick in your mouth and I have the taste of you on my tongue, it’s going up in groups of five.”

  This. Guy.

  He would be the death of her. She was certain of it.

  “Where was I before you distracted me with your naughty behavior? Hmm, yes. Your admiration for my dick.”

  Death. Of. Her.

  “I don’t admire your dick.”

  “Well, why not? It’s pretty damn magnificent. You suggested calling it The Wonder Stick.”

  “I did not!”

  He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “You will.”

  She shivered. How did he do that? How did two words make her whole body go up in flames?

  “Then why won’t you fuck me?”

  “Because you’re not ready for that yet.”

  Who was he to tell her she wasn’t ready?

  “When we fuck, you’re going to fully trust me. We’ll fool around. I’ll make you come as often as your little heart desires. But I want you to be completely ready when we fuck.”

  “You are like no guy I’ve ever met before.”

  “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

  Good. Because it was.

  But she wouldn’t tell him. Because someone had to control his ego.

  He slipped his mouth down her stomach towards her pussy. “Take hold of your legs again.”

  Shoot. She hadn’t even realized that she’d let them go. Reaching down, she lifted her legs up. Then he went back to his torture. Within a few minutes, she was panting, sweat coated her body as she trembled against the beanbag. At the end of each lick, he flicked her clit with his tongue.