Page 258 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Do you need the blindfold off, girl?” he asks gently.
“No, sir. I’m ruining the scene. I’m sorry.”
He exhales warmly into my hair before kissing my forehead. “No, sweetheart. It’s okay. We’ll just take a breather. Was that getting too intense?”
“I don’t know what happened.” My pussy broke. But it was more than that. Something in my head broke, too. “One second I thought I was going into subspace and then it hurt but not in a good way. It felt like heartbreak. I don’t know why. That’s not really right. I don’t know how to say it.”
He kisses my forehead again.
“It’s okay. Relax, girl. We’ll just take a minute to breathe together. You did the right thing using your safe word. I’m pleased with you, Bren.”
I rub my cheek along his collarbone. He’s sweaty, like he’s been the one coming all over the place.
While he holds me, he runs his hands up and down my back, over my neck and arms, and somehow that smooths out the ragged places inside me. I don’t feel so horribly raw and shaky and fragile when he’s touching me like this.
“I’m fine now, sir.”
“Good to hear, bold girl, but we’re going to take another minute here. Make sure you’re nice and steady. I’m not in any rush.”
Something unravels in my chest. Some tension that’s built, scene after scene, knowing the clock was ticking and that in an hour or two or three, the scene would be over, and I’d be goinghome alone. I sniffle and put my hands to my face to wipe away the wetness in my eyes before it dampens the blindfold.
“Sorry, sir.”
“Don’t be. I’m not. Do you think it’s weak to cry in front of me, Bren?”
Doms force tears out of me all the time. They’re pain tears. There’s nothing weak or embarrassing about crying in response to pain. It’s just a physical response. This is different. “No, sir, not when you’re flogging me or something.”
“And when I’m not flogging you? When I’m breaking you down with forced orgasms?”
I tip my face up to his, wishing I could see his expression, but I don’t want to take off the blindfold without permission and I don’t want to ask right now. “Is that what you’re doing, sir? Breaking me down?”
“Yes. I want in and your walls are fucking high, girl. But we’ve got all the time you need to let them down. Doesn’t have to happen tonight.”
“I, uh—” I don’t really know what to say to that. “I’m nottryingto keep you out.”
He kisses my forehead and rests his lips there, breathing warmly into my hair. “I know. We’ll get there, Bren. Just let it happen.”
Let what happen? And where are we going?
“Um—”
“Quiet, girl, or I’ll gag you. Stop thinking for a minute or two. Just relax and let me hold you.”
Oh. “I can do that, sir.”
He grunts. “Ball. Gag.”
I get it and keep my mouth shut. My brain never really stops working, but there is a measure of peace as I cuddle against him and let my body settle.
I’m not sure how long he holds me for. I think I drift off a little. A sharp noise and Mac’s echoing chuckle bring me back around. “What’s funny, sir?”
“You’re snoring.”
“I am not.” Okay, that might have been the noise that woke me. Mac’s hard dick pressing against my stomach might also have had something to do with it. “Sir, do you?—?”
“In a minute, girl. Stretch out. You’ve been sleeping on your bad hip. D’you need the bathroom?”
I roll onto my back and stretch as instructed. My hip’s a little tight, but not aching. My nipplesareaching because those clamps are the work of Satan but saying so will probably only get them back on me and I’m hoping he’ll forget about them if I don’t mention them. “I think I’m good, sir. Maybe a bathroom break before we sleep?”
