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His words had shocked her into silence until her friend had slipped up beside Silas. "I'm a little, too."
Ashley gaped. "You are?"
Natasha nodded. "How do you think I know what I know? And that means I know what you're going through,and that meansyou're staying. No arguing."
A desperate look at Silas had confirmed that the couple was not taking no for an answer. "It's for the best; trust us and let us take care of you, yeah?"
"Yeah," Ashley echoed, feeling like she had suddenly fallen down the rabbit hole. Everything was new and different than last night; she was new and different, and there was a whole world for her to understand. A kinky world, at that, and it excited her, although she wished she didn't feel so fragile, like a hollowed out egg on the verge of shattering at the slightest pressure, which is why she gave in to Silas and Natasha's wish for her to stay. She needed a soft place to land, and her cold, noisy, and downright crowded walk up was not the place to do it. And with that, her fate for the foreseeable future had been sealed. Not that Ashley would complain at having a well-appointed and plush place to live, with Central Park just a stone's throw away.
She glanced down at her coffee cup again. Yes, she was lucky to have the friends she did. Ones who understood that she needed someone close by, a shoulder she could lean on while she sorted out her head and heart. She made a face at that. Heart. That had no business being tossed in the mix when it came to a one-night stand. Even as she thought it, Ashley knew she was just being angry and petty. Not that she minded. Natasha outright encouraged her to it, in what Ashley supposed was being indulgent. It was welcome to not have to guard her words or temperament when her emotions seemed to spike and bottom out all within a span of minutes. She leaned forward, fingers rubbing at her temples. If this was what sub drop was like, she wasn't sure she would be able to survive another encounter with a Daddy Dom. Ashley groaned and let her forehead fall forward onto the table with a thud.
"How do you do this?" she asked her friend from her face plant into the table.
"It's different when they stay," Natasha told her, hand coming up to rub her back soothingly. "You'll see."
Ashley made a strangled sound in the back of her throat that could only be interpreted as no, and Natasha chuckled at that.
"Our food is here," she said, handing Ashley a set of silverware and nodding at the waitress approaching with a laden tray.
"I'm not that—"
"You'll eat," Natasha said, cutting her off with a stern look. "And I mean everything, or no pie."
Ashley frowned but took the silverware with a jerk of her hands. She hadn't anticipated eating, but she would be damned if she missed out on apple pie. "Fine."
"Good girl."
The two words made her stomach clench and her spirits lift a little. Even if they were coming from her friend's mouth and not the one she truly wanted to hear them from again. The man. No, not just the man, butDaddy.It was hard to think of him as anything but Daddy. He was her first, after all. No matter how he'd left her, and he had, when she'd needed a guiding hand, there was nothing that could change what he'd given her that night.
And try as she might, Ashley knew she'd spend more time than she liked to admit imaging him, the assured way he held her, kissed her, spoke to her and looked at her like she'd been the most important person in the world. No, the only person in the world. It had been pure magic. Or it had been until it hadn't been. Sighing heavily, she picked up her fork, and under Natasha's watchful gaze, she cut into her eggs and bacon because, at least, there was pie, and that was something.
The next two days passed in a blur of moping, sleeping, and eating. Interspersed among all of that were gifts and enough hugs and cuddles from Natasha to dull the ache that seemed to have taken up a permanent residence in Ashley's chest. It was on that third day that the sun didn't seem so offensive, or her bed so lonely that she burst into tears at the thought of it, and she felt like she could finally breathe again.
Relief flooded her at the realization.
"Thank God," she all but whisper-screamed and dashed into the en-suite bathroom for a proper hot bath. It was time to join the land of the semi well-adjusted and living. She would be lying if she said Daddy hadn't been in her thoughts. He had been and had been so on a continuous loop since she'd awakened the morning after their night together. Even now, as she showered and dressed, the man with electric gray eyes who had made her want to lose herself, moved through her memories. Everywhere she looked, she saw the ghost of him, of them, and how they'd been together. Her eyes landed on the space in front of the bed. The rug she loved, fluffy as a cloud and soft as anything lay there. He'd had her kneel there at the foot of the bed, his long cock thick and heavy against his thigh as he had stood in front of her. Daddy had reached for her hand then and guided her to touch him. She'd been shy at first but had grown bolder when she saw the reaction it elicited from Daddy. He'd been gorgeous in his arousal, eyes fluttering closed and mouth slightly parted as a groan slipped out. His body had shuddered beneath her touch, and Ashley had eagerly licked the length of him and taken him as deeply as she could. There had been no denying that she was as hungry for the man in front of her as she was for the praise he showered on her.
His hands had been gentle on her, fingers carding through her hair while she sucked the whole of him down. "Little one," he'd rasped, and it had been like she was on fire. The power was hers. This man, Daddy, was at her mercy, was wrapped around her little finger, and Ashley found that nothing had ever tasted quite so sweet as Daddy's cum. She flushed, darted out of the room and away from the beautifully lewd memories that threatened the delicate sense of balance she had achieved. Emerging from the room and still fighting off thoughts of Daddy, Ashley nearly ran smack dab into Silas, who was carrying a bouquet of flowers down the hallway.
"Oh! I'm so sorry." She reached out a hand to help steady the flowers, but Silas waved her off with an easy smile.
He held up the blooms, daisies and baby's breath. "No worries. I was bringing these to your room."
Ashley blinked and then dropped her eyes to the flowers in Silas' hands. "Really?"
"Yes, really," he told her with an earnest smile. "You deserve nice things and not just because you're Tash's friend."
"Thank you, Silas." Ashley was touched by his kindness, by the warmth and openness in his eyes. "That means a lot to me."
He handed her the flowers with a heavy sigh. "I also wanted to say I'm sorry about what happened at the party."
Ashley looked up from the flowers in her hands and raised an eyebrow. "It wasn't your fault," she told him, confused at the tight look on his face.
"That Daddy," he coughed and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck with a grimace, "the man who was with you was more than likely someone I knew. One of my friends, one of my best friends, so I feel responsible in some part for the past few days."
She shook her head. "You shouldn't. I wanted it."
"Ash, he shouldn't have left you." Silas gave her a sad look, and she dropped her eyes to the flowers and shrugged.
