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“That’s it, princess. Squirm on Daddy’s cock,” he groaned. “Now relax for me. Relax and let Daddy in.”
His words, combined with the thrust of his cock and his thumb slipping into my backdoor, drove me to heights unimagined. Experiencing so many sensations over so many sensitive parts was just too much to bear.
We tumbled over the edge into bliss together, crying our pleasure to the heavens as I fell apart for my Daddy.
My Daddy.
I knew I belonged to him. Irrevocably and completely.
Chapter Fifteen
“You were spectacular, princess.”There was nothing like the praise of a good Daddy after an incredible scene. Still feeling like my head was spinning, I leaned against his sturdy frame for support as he reached into the shower.
Both of us were sweaty, messy, and completely blissful in the afterglow of our play.
“That was, hands down, the best scene of my life,” I murmured dreamily.
“That’s just the beginning.” With a kiss to the top of my head, he guided me into the large shower stall — more like a shower room, if you asked me — and followed in behind me. Multiple jets of water pointed at us. No cold spot in this shower! It had already filled up with steam in the short time since he had turned the water on.
“I can’t imagine it getting better than that.”
“Well, as we get to know one another, our scenes will grow. Then, as emotions come into play, it can get quite intense, quite fast.”
“Emotions make that big of a difference?” While I believed that whole-heartedly, I had no reason to think he did as well. There was that pesky insecurity sneaking up on me again. Thelast thing I needed to do was catch feelings for this incredible man if he wasn’t going to return them. I squashed down the tiny voice that warned me it might already be too late. That was not a today Willow problem. Most certainly not. Tomorrow Willow could handle that.
“Emotions make all the difference, if you ask me.” Adam pulled me closer to him, as if any amount of space between us was too much right then. “Actually, since we are on the topic, I feel like it’s important to talk about how scenes like this make us feel. They can invoke really strong emotions at times, especially coming down from subspace.”
“I was inpretty deepsubspace,” I giggled. My hands ran the loofah over his muscular chest. It took everything I had not to lean forward and kiss his skin, all speckled with water droplets.
“Yes, you were. It was incredible to behold.” His hands never strayed far from me, constantly touching from shoulder to waist, caressing my hips and breasts along the way.
“And since we are talking about emotions, I think it might do us some good to have a short discussion about how we’re both feeling,” he added. My stomach clenched. He wanted to talk about our feelingsnow? That was supposed to be for tomorrow Willow!
Was I ready to say any of them aloud?
“You go first, since you brought it up,” I teased, opting for a cutesy response over an emotional one I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
“If you say so, princess. Well, it’s kind of new territory for me,” he sighed, shifting our positions so he could rinse off under the water’s spray.
“How so?” I watched the suds slide down his body, over every inch of his skin. Was I jealous of soap lather? Wow. Seriously, wow. Before I had time to continue my ogling, he turned ourpositions again, letting the spray wet my hair fully. Turning me around, he began spreading shampoo over my head.
“It’s been ten years since Abigail died,” he muttered, his fingers rubbing the shampoo into my hair with incredible tenderness. For a moment, my chest tightened, remembering that awful day. Alyssa and I had been seniors in high school, and still best friends at the time. I had spent more time at her house than mine that year. When Abigail had gotten sick and passed so suddenly, Alyssa had been beyond devastated. I had too, to a lesser extent. Abigail had been a huge presence in my life.
“I remember,” I whispered.
“I will always miss her, but I’ve worked hard to move on with my life these last ten years. That being said, I haven’t really opened myself up to anything more than play partners. Well, not really.”
“I feel like there’s a story there.”
“There was a short period of time when I went onfartoo many blind dates, usually set up by my friends. But I haven’t really been open to the idea of a real relationship since Abigail.”
“And… now?” I asked with a wince, thanking God he couldn’t see my face as he lathered my hair up. I didn’t know if I even wanted the answer to that question. If he said he wasn’t open to a real romantic relationship, I would be devastated. I was developing feelings for the man rapidly, even if I wasn’t ready to admit it. But if he said hewasready for more, how much more would that complicate things in the long run?
“Now, I’ve made the decision to stop keeping my guard up quite so high. I guess I’m sort of adopting the wholelet’s see what happensattitude.”
“But it’s not off the table?” I asked, timid as a mouse.
“Not even close, princess,” he whispered right against the shell of my ear. I gasped as he spun me around in the shower,tugging my hair sharply until my head hung back, the water sluicing over my sudsy locks until the water ran clean.
