“Oh, I see.”
By now all she had on was a soft pair of yoga pants. She was half-naked in front of him. Not that he hadn’t seen her fully naked, but now that she knew what he could do to her body it felt like she wanted him constantly.
A small shiver worked through her.
“Cold?” He narrowed his gaze. How did he notice so much? She’d always felt the cold more than most others. Not that her shiver was entirely about the outside temperature. It had more to do with her reaction to him.
He moved away and turned up the thermostat.
“Don’t want my little one getting cold. You tell Daddy if you need the heat up more.”
She knew he didn’t need it as warm as she did. “You’ll get hot, Daddy.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Then I’ll just have to start stripping off some clothes, won’t I?”
Okay, she was not averse to that idea.
“Your comfort comes first, princess.” He pulled off her pants, leaving her completely naked before grabbing the nightie and pulling it over her head.
He blew another raspberry on her tummy.
“Daddy!” she screeched with laughter. “Stop!”
A wicked glint filled his eyes. “Hmm, I don’t really feel like stopping. I like hearing you beg me.”
Those words sent more heat through her body. She could see herself begging him to touch her, taste her, make her his.
Before she could rein that feeling in, he had her nightie on. Covering her. And a surge of disappointment filled her.
“Zeke?” she asked, moving back into adult mode.
“Yes, princess?”
“Don’t you want to have sex with me?”
Well, okay. She hadn’t meant to just blurt it out like that. But now that she had she really had to know the answer. Because, he’d brought her to orgasm several times and hadn’t once made any move beyond that. Did he want her to reciprocate? Did he want to have sex with her?
He pulled her up so she sat on the bed then he crouched in front of her and took her hands in his. She swallowed heavily. Okay, maybe she didn’t want to hear this.
“I want to be inside you so badly, sometimes it’s all I can think of. I swear every time I’m around you, I’m hard. I’m starting to worry I’m going to do myself damage.” He winked to let her know he was joking. “But I’m waiting, because I’m going to make love to you when you are completely mine.”
Her eyes widened. Seriously? But that was never going to happen. A sharp pang of regret and sadness filled her. What would it be like to have Zeke all the time?
To be worthy of his love?
She moved her gaze from his. “But what about you? I mean, I’ve felt your, umm. . .”
“My erection?”
She went bright red. “Yep.” She closed her eyes in mortification.
“Eden, look at me. Look at me.”
She knew he wouldn’t move until she did what he said, so she opened her eyes and stared at him.
“Have you ever had sex, princess?”
Fuck. Shit. Crap.
“Can we go get that ice cream now?” she asked in a strangled voice.
“Nope.” He squeezed her hands. “You’re going to answer me.”
“No,” she whispered.
“Okay. Have you ever done anything else with a guy? Oral sex? Hand jobs?”
Was he saying she wasn’t experienced enough for him? Well screw him if he was. . .
“No,” she bit the word out.
He raised one eyebrow. “That makes you angry?”
“I know I’m not experienced like you are, but—”
“Whoa, I think you’ve gotten the wrong end of the stick, princess. I’m not asking because I want you to be experienced. I’m asking because I don’t want to push you for anything that you’re unsure about. If you’d like to do things with me then you only have to say. I’m very willing to let you explore or to guide you. But if you aren’t ready, that’s totally fine too.”
“Even though you’re, ah, doing things for me?”
He grinned. Jesus, would her heart ever not trip when he smiled? “I fucking love going down on you. The taste of you. Listening to those little cries you make when you come. It’s an addiction. Like I said, I’d spend all my time down there if I could. This isn’t a tit-for-tat. Trust me when I say, I’m doing all of that for myself as well.”
She gave him a shy look. “All right.”
He gave her a light kiss on the lips. “You just let me know if you ever want to explore my body. It’s here at your disposal.”
But they wouldn’t have sex unless she gave him all of her. Sadness filled her as he picked her up and carried her out to the living room.
“You should stop carrying me everywhere. I’m no lightweight.”
“You barely weigh a thing,” he told her sternly. “Besides, I like carrying you.”
Fuck. He hoped he hadn’t scared her off. He’d wanted to ask her for a while about her experience, but he hadn’t expected to have that conversation just yet. Then again, it was getting increasingly hard to hold himself back from taking her.
Okay, idiot, you’re not doing anything to help that hard-on you’ve got.
He let out a breath as he set her down on the sofa. “So, tell me, is there any flavor of ice cream you don’t like, baby girl?”
She’d insisted on buying a small tub when they’d stopped to grab supplies on their way here. He hadn’t thought it was necessary but he’d indulged her. He’d also seen a few tubs sitting in the freezer, although he’d check the best before dates before giving her any of those since he didn’t know how long they’d been there for.
He hated that he didn’t know everything about her. But Eden was a private person. If she didn’t want you knowing her business, then you were out in the cold.
And he really wanted to be by the warmth of her fire. He wanted a permanent spot. And he was determined to earn it. He would do whatever he had to in order to guard it. He was very careful who he let close, but once you were there he was loyal to an extreme.
And anyone who fucked with someone who was his would be annihilated.
She gave him a look that clearly said he was an idiot. “A flavor I don’t like? What’s that? Oh, wait, actually, I don’t eat healthy ice cream.”
“Healthy ice cream?” he queried. What the heck did that mean?
“You know, sugar-free, fat-free, taste-free crap.”
“Is that even really ice cream?” he asked.
“Exactly.”
He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I wouldn’t give my girl that unless it was necessary for her health. Ice cream is a treat, it won’t be given out every day, much as I enjoyed your ice cream can make the whole world happy theory. It especially won’t be eaten at breakfast.”
She dropped her lip out. “Party pooper.”
He gave her a stern look, making certain to keep his smile from showing. If she saw his smile, she might realize how easy it would be for her to twist him around her little finger. And then he was totally fucked. There wasn’t much he would deny her, however he was determined that she would live a long life. So, he would guard her health and safety fiercely.
Something he was certain they would clash on.
He returned with two small bowls of ice cream and handed her one. It held a scoop of the cookie dough ice cream they’d brought with them.
“Where’s the rest of it?” she asked, poking at the ice cream.
“Like I said, ice cream is a treat. But if you don’t want it, I can take it back.” He made to reach for the bowl and she tugged it out of his reach.
“No, that’s okay. This is. . .fine. I guess.” With a clearly disgruntled look, she spooned up the ice cream, eating it slowly. And the way she licked that spoon. . .
Holy shit. Did she know what she was doing to him each time she took a long lingering lick? She had to, right?
He turned his gaze to the cartoon on the TV screen, trying to concentrate. H
e frowned. “Jeez, is this what kids watch nowadays? This is way too violent for you.” He started switching channels.
“Daddy! I was enjoying that.”
He looked over to see that she was almost finished with her ice cream and had some dripping down her chin. It was so at odds with her usually well put-together appearance that a wide grin appeared on his face.
“What? Is there something on me?” She swiped at her chin.
He licked his thumb and reached over to wipe her chin. “Nothing Daddy can’t fix for you, baby girl.”
Her breath hitched as his eyes caught hers. Something shifted between them. He was getting to her. Slowly. He already knew she wanted him, he just had to work past whatever barriers stood in their way to her giving herself to him fully.
“T-thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome.” He turned back to the TV, before he was tempted to pull her onto his lap and claim that mouth. “I think we better find another cartoon for you. Surely, there is something more suitable for a little girl.”
“I liked the one we were watching.”
He frowned, shaking his head. “It will give you nightmares. They just don’t make good cartoons like they used to, like the Jetsons. That was a classic.”
She burst into laughter. “The Jetsons? Daddy, you’re showing your age.” Not that she hadn’t loved watching the Jetsons as a kid, but she wasn’t telling him that.
He gave her a mock-scowl. “Are you calling me old?”
“Of course not, Daddy. Why, you don’t look a day over fifty.”
He scowled. “I’m thirty-three, you little brat.”
He reached for her, pulling her over his lap, her stomach against his thighs.
“Daddy! What are you doing?”
“Teaching you not to disrespect your elders.”
She giggled. Damn, he loved the sound of her happiness.
He pulled her nightgown up. “You know, this no panties thing is very convenient. Makes it so much easier to turn you over my knee and spank your ass.”
“Daddy!”
“Little girl, you’re in big trouble for calling your daddy old. Disrespect is so common in little ones nowadays.”
He rubbed his hand over her ass, giving it a light smack. After all, this wasn’t a serious punishment. Although they did still need to talk about the way she’d put herself in danger the other night. This could be the perfect opportunity
“While I have you here, little one.” Smack! Smack! “We need to talk about the fact that you walked into an MC bar alone. No protection. No telling anyone where you were. Do you realize how badly that could have ended?” Smack! Smack!
He gave her a few harder smacks before he paused to rub her pink bottom.
“I know, Daddy. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Seems to me that you often do things without thinking them through first. That’s not acceptable to me. I want you to live a long, healthy life.”
With him.
“Now, you weren’t subject to my rules when you walked into that bar, so I’m not going to give you the same punishment you’d get for putting yourself in danger now. But do not mistake that for meaning you wouldn’t be in a world of trouble for doing it again.”
He gave her another two smacks. “And I’m still going to give you something that will serve to show you that I take your safety seriously.” He maneuvered out from under her. “Lie there, baby girl, while I get what I need.”
He liked seeing her like that. Her girlish nightgown up around her waist, pink ass on display, her equally pink face blushing with embarrassment and a little excitement. He adjusted himself as he strode into one of the other themed bedrooms.
Hayes’ cabin was set up for anything and everything. Top-notch security, a panic room, several gun cabinets with enough weaponry to withstand a siege and a supply of butt plugs to make the most hardcore Dom weep.
He stepped into the torture room. This was themed like an actual dungeon. It was dark and foreboding. There was a set of wooden stocks in the center for a naughty sub to be on display to whoever else was in the room. Set behind the stocks was a fucking rod that could be used to penetrate a sub’s ass or pussy. A set of chains with handcuffs on the end were attached to the back wall. To his left was a big cage which could be elevated.
To his right was ‘the rack’, which was a bondage bench with a number of attachments all used to torture whoever was on ‘the rack’. A black cupboard was set against the wall next to ‘the rack’. Inside, hanging up on hooks were all manner of punishment tools. Whips, paddles, slappers. But it was the drawers below he was interested in. He perused the contents of each drawer. Ball stretchers, nipple clamps, restraints, gags, butt plugs. Jackpot.
He grabbed a butt plug in its wrapping. It was on the small side but he knew it would still make an impact. He also snatched up some lube. He paused for a moment then picked out a Hitachi wand. Hmm, he wondered if Hayes would have what he was looking for. He searched through some other drawers.
Bingo. Perfect.
He wondered what Eden would think of this room. And the others. He hadn’t shown her around yet because he didn’t want to scare her. Besides, he wasn’t much interested in most of these rooms.
He carried everything into the bedroom before returning to the living room.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he saw her lying where he’d left her. Sitting on the coffee table, he reached over to rub her bottom. She bit her lip as he massaged the rounded cheeks.
“I’m going to give you some big girl punishment. Afterwards, I’ll expect you to thank me nicely for punishing you.”
She narrowed her gaze at that and amusement filled him. But he hadn’t lied, he was going easy on her.
“Thank you? Really?”
“Really.” He gave her a stern look. Then he rolled her over and picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. Her eyes widened when she saw the bed. “What’s that?”
“It’s a Sportsheet.” He laid her on the soft sheet he’d placed on top of the bed. Then he quickly stripped off her nightgown.
“Zeke!” Eden gaped up at him.
He cupped her cheek. “Trust me?”
He watched her relax. “Yes.”
“That’s a gift I will never betray, little one. I promise you.” He showed her one of the restraints. It looked like a pad with a cuff attached. “These anchor pads can attach anywhere on this sheet.” As he talked, he placed them around the sheet. Two above her head. He then placed the cuffs around her wrists, restraining her. The other two he placed down at the bottom of the sheet. He grabbed a couple of pillows and placed them under her lower back, lifting her up. Then spread her legs and cuffed them as well. “That okay, baby?”
“Y-yes.”
“You remember your safeword?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
Her eyes were wide, her pulse fast. He needed to help her calm down.
“V-Venice.”
Reaching out, he cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple lightly. Then he flicked his finger back and forth across her nipple. He saw some of her nerves turn to heat.
“You’ll use it if you need it.” He lightly pinched her nipple. “Say, yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good baby. Now, you know I’m a Dom. While I’m not ever going to want to take you to clubs or do anything hardcore, there’s no whips or paddles or corsets in your future, sometimes I will want to tie you up and have my way with you.” He gave her nipple a harder pinch and she cried out.
“Remember, that punishment I gave you where you couldn’t come without my permission?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“The same applies tonight. I’m going to touch you, taste you as much as I like. I want to fall asleep with my mouth around your nipple. And if I wake in the night, I want to roll over and suckle on these beauties until I fall back asleep with a huge fucking smile on my face. But you will not come unless I give you permission, understand?�
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“Yes, Sir.”
Oh hell. Those words. She couldn’t believe she’d let Zeke restrain her. Naked. With the pillows under her hips, her legs were spread, her pussy on complete display. And she knew he could see the way her lips glistened with arousal.
He lay next to her and started pulling on her nipple with his mouth, just as he’d described. Holy fuck. Her body had already been on fire, but now she wondered how she would survive whatever he had in store for her. He moved his hand to her other breast, squeezing, toying with her nipple, rolling his thumb over the top of the tight nub.
Seriously. He was killing her. Just as she was about to beg him to move his hand lower, he pulled back. He sat then picked something off the dresser she hadn’t noticed before. She stared at what looked to be a plastic-wrapped butt plug.
“Is that. . .”
“A butt plug. Yes, it is.” He stared down at her. “Scared?”
“A little,” she admitted, fear and excitement mingling inside her.
“Remember, you trust me. I’d never do anything to hurt you. And you have your safeword.”
Right. Right.
“Let’s just move you into position.” He uncuffed her, rolling her over so her tummy lay against the pillow.
“Just relax, baby. I think you’ll quite like this.”
She turned her heat to gape at him. “Like having something stuck up my ass? I don’t think so.”
“Hm, there was a time when I thought you had something permanently stuck up your ass,” he told her as he coated the anal plug with lube. Was she really going to let him stick that up her bottom?
Are you seriously going to tell him no?
“What? Zeke!” she protested his words as his eyes danced with evil intent.
“It seemed like you were untouchable. So far above me I’d never be worthy of you.”
Was he kidding her? That wasn’t the way it was. In fact, it was the opposite. But the words remained trapped inside her, unable to get out.
“And now I get to plug that delicious bottom while you’re laid out like a smorgasbord for me to taste at my leisure. Dreams really do come true.”
She couldn’t be anyone’s dream. She wished she could.
“All right, baby?” he asked gently.
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