Page 259 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
He chuckles. “You’re assuming I’m going to let you sleep.”
Weeell, I’m kind of hoping he will at some point. “I have this thing tomorrow where I stick live humans with needles. It’s good if I’m awake for that.”
“Difficult to spell R-E-S-P-E-C-T if you’re asleep, huh?”
“Easy to forget that pesky S.”
That gets me a full-blown laugh. “Okay, girl. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you get at least seven hours of sleep, but I want you up here on your lunch break. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you eat, after I have that ass over the back of the couch.”
“Deal, sir.” Easiest Dom-deal I’ve ever agreed to.
“Okay. I’m going to use the head. I’ll be right back. Would you like some water while I’m up, girl?”
“That’d be great, sir.”
He climbs off the end of the bed and pauses to untangle the Hitachi cord from around my ankle as he goes.
There’s taking care of your subbie’s physical needs during a scene and then there’s Mac. He’s not coddling me the way Logan does Emily. He’s just so freaking considerate. “Thank you, sir.”
“My pleasure, little goddess. Think you’re up for another round with the dragon dildo when I get back or do you want to start smaller and work up to it?”
Adragon dildo? That’s what he was breaking my pussy with? “I’ll give it a shot, sir.”
His warm hand rubs up and down my leg. “That’s my girl. I love that you don’t back down from a challenge but know your limits and aren’t afraid to use your safe word. I really am proud of you, Bren.”
“Thank you, sir.” I can’t see the approval, but I can hear it in his voice and feel it in his touch. I’m kind of proud of myself, too. I’ve never had an emotional safe word before and although I have used my safe word a few times for emotional rather than physical reasons, I mostly haven’t needed one because I don’t let Doms get that far under my skin. Mac started digging pretty much as soon as we met and hasn’t stopped. He says he wants in. Do I want to let him?
I think I might.
His hand slips away from my leg and I hear him pad across the bedroom to the bathroom. While he’s in there, I take stock of my body. I’m tender in spots, but I’m nothurtinganywhere, the way I would be if Mac and his dragon dildo had really torn me up. It was definitely more of an emotional freak-out than my body calling time.
When he returns, he slides a hand under my shoulders and helps me sit up, then holds a glass of water for me to drink. It would be easier for both of us if he took off the blindfold so I could do it on my own. But keeping me blindfolded also keeps me in the scene, and I appreciate Mac’s attention to not just my physical needs but also my headspace.
I tap my teeth against the glass to let Mac know when I’m done, and he presses a kiss to the top of my head before putting the glass down somewhere with atink.
“How are you doing, bold girl?” he asks.
“Good, sir. I want to keep going, if that’s okay.”
“Very okay. Let’s get re-organized here. Lie back down on your side and put your hands in front of you.”
“Yes, sir.” I lie down in the position I was in and he immediately slides a thick wedge of pillows under my knee to lift my leg. “You’re really good at that, sir.”
“Organizing a scene?” Mac lifts my wrists and cuffs them to the rail above my head.
“Yeah, but more keeping me in the right headspace, keeping it flowing. There’s a rhythm to a good scene, you know?”
Mac hums. “I do know.” His warm breath brushes my cheek before he kisses the tip of my nose. “My experience might not be very wide, girl, but it’s pretty damn deep.”
I mull that over for a moment as he smooths his hands over me.
“Sir, I’m not sure I understand that.”
Mac chuckles. “You wouldn’t be impressed by how many different people I’ve topped, girl.”
“Uh, how many, sir?”
“Five, in total.”
