by Tl Reeve
Anticipation crawled through her veins as she went to her knees and presented herself to him. Of all the ways she could position her body, she loved being in full supplication, her head pressed to the cool tiles, her hands out, palms up. Another sound of approval fell from Thomas’ lips and the tingles of appreciation flowed through her.
“Such a pretty little sub,” Thomas said, raking his fingers through her hair. “Such a good little girl.”
She sighed, anxious to see what would happen next.
Thomas stood then and knelt beside her. He ran his finger down her spine before cupping her sex from behind. “This, sweet baby girl, will always be mine. No matter where we are, you’ll always know who you belong to.” He speared her with his middle finger, and she cried out as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her. “Mmm, so fucking wet. I love it when your pussy is so sloppy and juicy.” He switched out his fingers then used the middle one to manipulate her clit.
She cried out and trembled.
“Is all this for Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned.
“Good girl,” he cooed. “We’re going to do something different tonight because I think we both need it.”
He removed his finger and stood. The sensation of being empty burned away some of the arousal flowing through her. She hadn’t realized until that moment Thomas had kept the cold swirling within her at bay. Since Scotty had been taken, she’d carried this emptiness inside her, and she’d been so cold. It didn’t matter the numbers of blankets she used or how warm she dressed; she couldn’t push the icy tendrils back. Having Thomas hover over her, touching her, praising her, she understood what changed. Even though it hadn’t been long since they’d begun this exploration together, he’d crawled inside her and took up residency in her mind, and her heart. Not having him around left her feeling lost and alone.
What about Scotty?
She let out a shuddered breath. She loved him more than words could express, which scared the shit out of her, because how could she love Scotty so much, yet need Thomas with such desperation, too?
“You’re thinking too much,” Thomas said. “I want you to forget about everything for tonight.” He held his hand out to her. “The only two people who matter are you and me.”
She took his hand and he lifted her onto his lap. “Yes, Daddy.”
“In the contract, there was a section where you marked everything you like and everything you’d like to try. One of the things you marked as wanting to try was spanking.”
She nodded. “We did it, too.”
He smirked. “We did. You also got off on it. This time you won’t.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Last time was for pleasure. This time is for punishment.”
Anger surged to life within her. “Punishment?”
He nodded. “Let’s see if we can adjust your sass.”
Before she could protest, he had her over his lap. He gathered both of her arms behind her back and held them in his firm grasp. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He’d never do anything she didn’t want him to, but a sliver of fear wiggled its way in, and she began to thrash. “Let me go.”
His hand came down in a startling crack. Pain bloomed in her left ass cheek and Thomas was there to massage the sting and disperse the heat and burn before smacking the right cheek. She moaned his name.
“You’re safe here, Amelia,” he murmured, smacking her left cheek again. “I won’t allow anything to happen to you.”
Back and forth he went, distributing his form of punishment equally. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes. She wanted to curse and rage at him. She wanted to kick and scream, smack him as hard as he hit her just to get an ounce of flesh from him.
She hated him and in the next breath she loved him, which only made her hate him more. Being there with Thomas was a betrayal of Scotty. How could they be there, doing this while he was being held in some building having God knows what done to him... Her harsh sob shocked her. She shook in his hold, while tears streamed down her face and snot bubbled from her nose.
“I fucking hate you!” she screamed. “I hate what happened to me. I hate I wasn’t strong enough. I hate that I couldn’t stop it.”
“There you go, Amelia,” he said as his hand came down on her rear. “Let it out.”
“You’re a fucking asshole! You keep pushing and pushing. You’re relentless, forcing me to face everything even though I don’t want to!”
“Yes, good girl,” he murmured, spreading the heat and pain through her abused flesh. “What else?”
“You suck. You’re... You’re taking me away from Scotty! Replacing him even!”
“Is that so?”
“Yes!” she screamed. “I love him!” Another hard smack landed on her ass and she let loose with a shriek mixed with a cry of pain. She sniffed and shuddered. “And, I hate you more because I love you, too.” She devolved into a full-body sobbing. She shook in his arms as she cried.
“Let it out, baby girl,” he whispered. “Daddy has you.”
She cried harder.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, sweetheart.” Thomas lifted her into his arms and cradled her face to his chest.
She should have been self-conscious about all the snot and tears she smeared on his bare chest; however, she couldn’t find the gumption to care. She buried her face there as the tears continued to fall. Everything she’d said to him had been the truth. When she allowed herself to feel everything, the hate she’d kept at bay came roaring to the forefront. It wasn’t that she hated Thomas. No, she hated herself. She was weak. If she’d done more to protect herself, she wouldn’t have been raped. Just like she could have done more to protect everyone who mattered. The same mistakes she’d made before, she’d done again with Scotty and the oily tendrils of self-loathing covered again in their slicky nastiness.
Her anger flared to life once more. Why couldn’t she stop blaming herself? Why couldn’t she let go of the past? As if sensing her internal struggle, Thomas repositioned her over his lap and continued. The spanking wasn’t harsh or out of control, the pain blooming across her flesh gave her the release she needed to let it all out. When she went limp in his arms, Thomas lifted her back up and pressed her to his chest. His steady heartbeat calmed her tattered emotions, settling her a bit more.
“Do you feel better?”
She nodded. “A little hollow.”
“I can only imagine how long you’ve held onto your anger.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “How out of control you must have felt after everything.” He kissed her right eye. “How alone you must have been in the beginning.” He then kissed her left eye. “How much strength it must have taken for you to push it all away to protect yourself and your family members.”
She gasped. “How did you know?”
He lifted his shoulder. “I did a little investigating. You saved all those children the day you sent in the recording. I’m so fucking proud of you and scared shitless for you. What you did...” He shook his head. “It took balls, baby girl.”
She shrank away from his praise, because she hadn’t done it sooner. Maybe if she had, she, too, wouldn’t have had to face her foster parent’s evilness. “I’m not.”
“You are.” Thomas tipped her face up, so their gazes met. “You’re so much stronger than you give yourself credit for.” He kissed her again. The warmth of it stole her ability to reason. He pushed back the monsters in her closet and brought forth the yearning to feel complete. To feel whole.
To mend her broken spirit.
AJ wiggled against his lap and he held her still. “Are you sure, baby girl?”
She nodded. “Yes. Make me forget.”
He stared at her for a moment. “Fine. But, we’re doing this my way. Understand?”
She nodded.
“No, baby girl, I need your words.”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand,” she replied.
“Good, girl. What’s your safe word?”
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��Langley,” she replied.
“Use it if you have to.”
“I will, but I won’t need it,” she said, determination filling her.
Thomas stood her up then removed his shoes, pants, and socks. When he was naked, he rolled her to her stomach, placing her on all fours. He stepped between her legs, opening her stance. “I won’t be easy with you, baby girl. Daddy’s a little too worked up.”
“I can take it,” she murmured.
“Use your safe word, Amelia, if you have to,” he said before running his tip along her slit.
She shivered. Did he realize this was the way the man who filled her nightmares had done it? She waited for the fear to bubble to the surface as Thomas entered her in one thrust. When it didn’t come, she sank into the sensations of being overfull. His cock stretched the muscles of her pussy causing her to ripple around him as she accommodated his size.
He wrapped his fist in her hair and pulled her head back. The burn of pain-filled pleasure zinged through her body, forcing her to forget everything else except where they were connected. AJ cried out with each thrust as his dick rubbed against nerve endings she didn’t even realize existed. It was different this time. Different than in the club.
She bunched her hands into the bedding, hanging on for purchase as Thomas pushed her higher. With each shift of his hips, he drove her insane. He brought his hand down on her ass again and she cried out, not from the burn, but from the bliss it caused, and she clenched around him. It shouldn’t have felt this good.
Thomas moaned. “Fuck. You feel so good. I imagined this, baby girl. Getting so deep inside you. Filling you with my cum. Marking you as mine. Shit. Last night wasn’t enough. My imagination paled compared to the real thing.”
She whimpered. His words only served to turn her on more. She didn’t understand the way her body responded to him or Scotty, however, she liked it. She wanted more of it. “Please, Daddy, make me come. I ache.”
“I love with when you ask so prettily,” he said, pressing his chest to her back. The change in their position, cause his thrust to shorten. “Grab your ass and hold it open, so I can watch your pussy gobble up my cock.”
She sucked in a breath.
“Did I startle my baby girl with my dirty talk?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Grab your ass, Amelia, and open it for me.”
She did as he asked, bracing herself on the bed. “Like this?”
“Perfect,” he muttered. “You’ve got my dick nice and creamy. Your little asshole is twitching along with your pussy. Does my baby girl need to come?”
“Yes, please!” Her heart hammered and her breath came in soft pants. Between Thomas’ words and the way he fucked her in hard, demanding pumps of his hips, she’d been sitting on the edge of a toe-curling climax.
Thomas wrapped his arm around her middle and lowered his hand to her sex. He found her throbbing clit and pressed down. AJ cried out. Everything inside her tensed as he continued to milk her clit until she couldn’t stand it. She stiffened, the pleasure-filled current surged through her.
“Get off on my dick, baby girl. Let me feel you come.”
She screamed as everything snapped inside her. Her vision narrowed as wave after wave of her release crashed over her. The intensity of it stole her ability to think. The sounds he made behind her added to her pleasure. He acted like a crazed beast unable to get enough of her. He rutted within her and then she felt it, the first spurt of his release on her rear then on the small of her back.
He pulled out.
AJ didn’t want to think about it as she collapsed onto the mattress, weak-kneed and trembling. Thomas was there, though, holding her close while they both tried to gather themselves after such a powerful session. At some point, he gathered her in his arms then carried her to their bathroom and placed her on the edge of the tub. He was glorious in his nakedness, while she sat there discombobulated and floppy.
“Hey,” he said, kneeling in front of her. “Want to get a bath with me?”
She nodded. “Hold me?”
“Of course.” He picked her up and placed her into the warm water.
AJ hissed as the water touched her sore flesh. “So warm.”
“It is,” he agreed. “You okay?”
“Yeah, a little achy,” she replied, snuggling into him, her words a little too slurred for her liking, but she didn’t care.
“You will be. I added some stuff to the water to help you with that.” He placed a kiss to the crown of her head.
“Thanks.” She kissed his chest.
“My pleasure, baby girl.”
Thomas woke early. The sun hadn’t even hit the horizon has he put his feet on the floor after untangling himself from Amelia’s embrace. He smirked. Whether or not she knew it, she sought out his comfort in her sleep, and he’d been there for her, giving her what she needed. Most of all though, he wanted to protect her. Wrap her in bubble wrap and keep her on the top shelf away from prying eyes and those who might want to cause her harm.
The feeling was a new one for him. He’d never had such yearning for another person. He was the fuck them and leave them kind of Dom. He made contracts, had rules. He followed them to the letter and when the contract ended, so did his relationship. It kept everything impersonal and clean. With Amelia and Scotty, they were messy. They’d pull him into the muck and grime of daily life, forcing him to deal with some of his issues along the way. He didn’t know if he wanted it or if he feared it.
Yet, as he stood there staring down at her petite form, curled around his pillow, his dick was on board with trying something different for a change. Can’t run your life by your cock. No, he couldn’t, but his brain hadn’t been doing such a bang-up job, either, and his heart refused to get involved until then. When he met them, Scotty and Amelia, it’d only taken a few hours before he was enamored by them, and in a few weeks, he’d stupidly fallen in love with both of them.
Thomas put aside all of his rules and went with his heart.
His thoughts circled back to the club and seeing her let go and trust him. It’d been spectacular. Amazing. Thrilling. The high he’d received from the whole scene made him question if he’d ever known what he’d been searching for in a partner until then. Still, no matter how she soared, Amelia held back on him, too.
Thomas crossed the room, uncaring of his state. It was still early enough he was the only one awake, and if Murray and Jaqueline were still going at it, good for them. He walked down the hall and tried to wrap his head around what he should be doing with Amelia. She finally purged all of her pent up emotions while also confessing her love for him. The pronouncement surprised him. He figured she was doing all of it for the job while secretly hating him.
But, she loved him.
She also loved Scotty.
He’d shared lovers before with other Doms. It kept his head on straight and his heart out of the way. The submissive usually picked his partner over him, and Thomas had been okay with it. It’d been why he’d done it to begin with, he supposed. Nevertheless, with Scotty and Amelia, he couldn’t walk away because she professed her love for him and for Scotty. What the fuck am I supposed to do?
The question rattled his sleep-addled mind. So much had happened in such a short amount of time. As he stood at the counter and made coffee, he tried to clear his head of all the mission data and allowed his personal life to take over.
It didn’t work.
Capturing Raul had consumed him for so many years, he couldn’t remember the last time he actually spent the night in another woman’s bed, much less woke her during their sleep and fucked her again. Amelia did that for him. He had a feeling once Scotty returned to them, it would become a thing for them. Eagerness rose within him as well as his cock.
Perhaps there was never anything wrong with him. Perhaps he’d never found the right person was all. Could they be it? Could Amelia and Scotty quench whatever hunger lie within him and give him the life he wanted? Better yet, did t
hey want to? Hell, saying I love you was one thing, showing it and working at it day in and day out was another. Plus, Scotty and AJ were half his age. When he was fifty, they’d be in their thirties, what kind of life was that?
Wouldn’t it be easier to let them go with his full blessing and allow them to be happy together? He rubbed his chest as he waited for the coffee to percolate. The idea of losing them both hurt his soul. As much as he should let them go, he was a selfish bastard. He couldn’t do it. He’d rather they were by his side together than him being alone.
When the coffee was done brewing, he grabbed a cup for himself and one for Amelia and headed back to the bedroom. His thoughts chased themselves as he stepped into the room and quietly closed the door behind him so not to wake his girl. He wished he could climb back into bed and into her arms. He wished they could stay there for the rest of the day, fucking, eating, and sleeping. He wished the whole world would go away. Then he’d have her all to himself and no one could tell him no.
As he gazed out over the property, he knew the right thing to do was let her go. Let her have a life with Scotty. It’d been right on the tip of his tongue the night before when she’d told him she loved him. He’d been so close to saying goodbye. Then, she flipped the script on him, taking control of the situation.
Thomas should have damned her.
He should have lied and said he didn’t love her, and it was all pretend. He couldn’t. Like her, he hated her, too, because he loved her. Hated Scotty for the same reason. He wanted to burn it all down and raze the ground he walked on. Instead, his heart had awoken at her confession. He began to feel again.
It’s all her fault.
So, what did he do?
The blankets shifted and a soft moan drifted from her lips. Amelia was rousing from her sleep and he was no closer to the answer he’d tried to force on himself, instead of the one he sought to begin with. A round peg in a square hole. He glanced over his shoulder as she peeked at him, one eye open, the other closed and smirked to himself.