Page 87 of Rebound
“Fucking hell, look at you. I can’t wait to bend you further when I get home,” he rumbles. “You want to be twisted up, don’t you, baby?”
My breath hitches as I twist the toy, and nod. “I do, Daddy. Bent, twisted and fucked.”
“That mouth. I’ll fill it too, make you leak from everywhere.”
A shudder races through me and I cry out, holding the vibrator steady as my walls pulse and flutter. He grunts and I force my head forward to watch as he clenches his jaw, hand moving fast along his length. With my other hand I rub my clit and my body lifts off the bed, a sound I’ve never made falling from my lips. Patrick growls and thanks to my earphones, I feel it all the way down to my pussy.
“Just like that. Show Daddy how you like to be fucked.”
I sink into the bed, my head resting against the pillows as I continue to fuck myself with the toy. My clit pulses against my fingers as I rub and stroke, pressing it down. Between his sounds and the reminder of how good he feels inside of me, I keep moving the toy, pushing myself to the orgasm hovering right there on the edge.
“Jesus, Lo.” I whimper his name in response, my legs falling to the bed as I slide the vibrator so deep it hits the spot. “I can hear you, baby. Wet, slick and mine.”
“Yours,” I gasp out and pinch my clit, all hope of watching him fuck his hand flying out the window. I can hear him too, but the sounds I’m making overpowers everything else. My back arches as I press against the spot again, my fingers shaking on my clit.
“That should be me,” he grumbles, his voice breathy and strained. I love how he looks too—neck extended, veins popping along his forearms, tattoos shifting as he strokes himself. “Filling you up, making you shake, messing up your perfect body. That cunt is mine,” he adds in a rough whisper.
The noise that escapes me is akin to an animal, but I don’t care. My orgasm crests and I come so hard, I’m vibrating. With shaky hands, I turn off the toy and collapse onto the bed, my chest heaving with every breath. Patrick’s grunting and cursing in my ears, then a loud moan echoes. I peel my eyes open as cum drips down his cock, his hands covered in his release. I smile at how pleased he looks, how pleased I feel. I did that. I made him come so hard he’s making a mess of himself.
“You were perfect, Lotus.”
I wave him off lazily and slowly tug the vibrator out. I had every intention of licking it clean while he watched, but I’m exhausted. He chuckles and our eyes meeting briefly through the screen.
“Tomorrow?” I ask and he nods.
“Tomorrow,” he echoes and then smirks as he leans forward. “Charge all your toys, baby. I’m keeping you in bed all weekend.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Attagirl,” he says and my pussy responds. Oh fuck, who knew I had a praise kink?
“I take it by the look on your face everything is going well with Patrick?”
I nod and roll my lips together to hide the smile. I’m still reeling from the video call yesterday and the orgasm that knocked me out as soon as we hung up. I’m thinking about how much I feel for this man and how good it is to have someone on my side. Someone who isn’t related to me by blood.
“I hate that he’s not here right now, but we’re doing the right thing.”
“Why is it the right thing?”
I scrunch up my nose at the question. “I’ve always thought about being a mother, having a family. At the same time I’ve seen a life with Patrick since the first time I realised I was in love with him. Now it’s all happening. It is right.”
She watches me with an indulgent smile. “As long as it’s the right thing for you, Tamara. We’ve talked about not doing things for other people anymore.”
“I’m a people pleaser in recovery,” I admit with a sheepish smile. It’s been a hard road. But I’m finally on the other side and making sense of what it means to do things for me.
“How are things otherwise?”
I try to fight the smile, but it bursts out of me as I say, “Good. Work’s been great. So close to closing on the big project I want and doing a lot of designing locally, which is great. As much as I enjoyed travelling, I kinda wanna be here. Be with Patrick, build our little family. Make us work.”
“Understandable. Your last relationship left much to be desired.”
We share a laugh at the things she knows. “Patrick’s…perfect seems like the wrong word, because nobody’s perfect. But he’s great. He takes care of me and gives me the space when I need it. Now that we’ve talked about the past, everything is a little more settled, which is a nice change from all the tension.”
“Here’s a difficult question: do you worry he’s going to leave you again?” she asks while maintaining eye contact and my heart stops.
That’s not what I expected Dr. Sunita to say. “No. I know he’s in this with me, we’re doing this together.”
I have to believe that. We’ve been through it and we’re slowly coming out on the other side. I don’t want to take anything for granted. And I’m happy to let him spoil me the way only he can and enjoy this part of our relationship.
