Page 17 of His to Cherish
“And you want to do that…with me.”
His eyes flash. “More than I can possibly express,” he growls.
Wow. So growly Oliver is totally hot. Add that to the list of things I didn’t know before tonight.
“And you would want me to call you…” I can’t bring myself to say it. Saying it feels like it would be crossing a line. Like jumping off a cliff without being able to see the bottom.
“Daddy,” he whispers, eyes locked on mine. “I would want you to call me Daddy.”
I swallow hard, mouth suddenly dry. “And you would want to…spank me?”
He groans. “Yes.” One of his hands slips from my waist down to my leg, rubbing in slow, long sweeps. A shiver goes through me. He’s never touched me there before. “I would want to spank you. And restrain you. I would want you to give yourself to me completely, in every way. To take care of you. To punish you.” His jaw clenches. “To use your body.”
Holywow. It’s hard to believe I’m hearing these words come out of my best friend’s mouth. Then again, it’s hard to believe I followed him to a freaking sex club.
He’s staring at me, his eyes fire-filled and intense. “Do you think you might like that, sweetheart?”
Yes,a voice in my head cries out.Whatever you want, Oliver. I just want you.
But I know I can’t say that. Not yet. He shared something major with me tonight. It was obviously difficult for him to do—I don’t think I’ve ever seen him as nervous as he was outside this room. His hands were shaking. This is a big deal to him, and I need to be sure if I’m going to agree.
My eyes drift over to the couple on the wall. He’s not spanking her anymore. Instead, he’s kneeling at her feet, looking up at her with an expression of such devotion it takes my breath away.
Ollie looks at me like that,I realize. Like I’m the only thing he can see.
“Let Daddy take care of you,” the man murmurs to the girl. “Let me make my baby feel so good.” Then his head disappears under her short schoolgirl’s skirt and she lets out a gasping moan.
“That’s Vick and Meredith,” Ollie whispers in my ear. “They’ve been engaged for the last six months.”
“They’re engaged?” I don’t know why that surprises me, but it does. I guess I figured all this kinky stuff was just about sex. I didn’t expect it to fit into real, forever kind of relationships.
“They only play like this at the club,” he continues, his sweeping hands slipping farther up my thigh. “I do some work with Meredith. She’s a big shot financial analyst. I’ve been to their home before for dinner parties and barbecues. You would never know they’re into this if you only saw them in that setting.” His hand slides a little further. “There’s no right or wrong wayto do this,” he murmurs. “Every couple gets to figure it out for themselves.”
His voice is so soothing, so matter of fact. He makes it all sound so easy. When I first walked into this room, I never could have imagined I’d be able to feel this calm.
But isn’t that what Ollie always does for me? Hasn’t he always been the person who can calm me down? Who makes me feel better? Who explains things, who teaches me, and never in a condescending way. Isn’t Ollie the person I always count on, the one who would never hesitate to help me?
He’s been taking care of me all this time, I realize. That part of him, the part he’s so nervously showing me right now, has been there all along. The protector. The care taker.
“Daddy,” I whisper, sounding it out. It feels strange on my tongue. Strange and…right.
He groans, low and loud, burying his face in my neck. I feel his entire body heave as he pulls in a deep exhale. Then he’s leaning back, staring down into my eyes with so much intensity in his gaze my breath catches. “Say it again.”
I don’t hesitate this time, and the word comes out clear and firm. “Daddy.”
His lips crash into mine, kissing me so hard my head spins. His mouth is hot, greedy, demanding I open for him, his tongue tangling with mine. I groan at the sensation, at the way his hand snakes up into my hair, tugging with just the right amount of pressure. He’s controlling everything in this moment—the kiss, my body, my desire. My very soul. And nothing has ever felt so good.
“I’ve wanted this,” he gasps against my panting mouth. “Wanted it for so long, sweetheart.”
“Me too,” I admit. “You have no idea, Ollie.”
He growls a little, biting my bottom lip until I cry out at the sting. “Daddy,” he corrects. “It sounds so fucking beautifulcoming out of your mouth, babygirl. Don’t keep that gift away from me.”
I don’t think I could even if I tried. I don’t think there’s a single part of me I could keep from this man. He can have everything.
“I want more, Daddy,” I whisper, thrilling at the near tortured expression on his face as he registers that plea. “Please.”
I yelp as he suddenly stands, bringing me with him. He readjusts me in his arms so he’s cradling me to his chest, bridal style. It’s a good thing he’s holding me—I nearly swoon at his display of strength. I love that he can lift me, carry me, move my body wherever he wants me with seemingly no effort.My Daddy is big and strong,I think, then blush at my own dirty thoughts.
