“Yes, Sir,” she gasped out.
He tilted his head to the side as he studied her. “Nervous?”
“A little.”
“Don’t be. I’m here. Nothing will hurt you while I’m here.”
She turned her head back around and closed her eyes. He slowly spread her ass cheeks, opening her up to gaze. She opened her eyes on a gasp.
“Easy. Such a pretty bottom. Look at your little hole. It’s going to feel so good to be stretched slightly. Just relax for me. That’s it. Now take a deep breath in,” she felt the tip of the plug press against her bottom hole, “now let your breath out. That’s it. Good girl.”
He pressed the plug slowly but firmly inside her. Nerve endings she’d never known existed were suddenly coming alive. Oh God. She’d expected pain, but the plug wasn’t actually that large. Instead, she felt full and slightly stretched.
And incredibly turned on.
“That’s a pretty sight. My beautiful girl, with my plug in her bottom. Stretched out for me.” He rolled her over once more, securing her limbs again. He ran a finger down her slit. “So wet. I think someone likes being plugged.”
Shit. He did not just say that. “Zeke! Please!”
“Is that what you call me right now?” He laid a small slap on her clit and she screamed. It was a mix of pleasure and pain. More, she needed more.
“Sorry, Sir. Please!” she begged.
He settled between her legs. “What do you need?”
“To come. I need to come.”
“Hm, let me see.” He spread open the lips of her pussy, gazing down at her swollen, wet folds. “Yes, you do, don’t you? Too bad this is also punishment and you don’t get to come until I say so.”
She cried out as he took a long, slow lick of her folds. He tapped her clit gently. It wasn’t nearly enough to send her flying. “Nooo!”
He was really serious about that? The bastard.
He stared up along her body. “I could decide not to let you come at all.”
She quickly pressed her lips together. She couldn’t imagine remaining this aroused with no relief in sight.
“And just so this is clear, from now on all your orgasms are mine. The only time you’re to touch this little clit is at my direction.”
Her eyes widened. She couldn’t ever imagine doing that. Touching herself while he directed her? She’d be way too embarrassed to do that.
“Oh, it will happen,” he promised in a hard voice. “One day.” He moved, grabbing another object off the bedside table. Shit. What now? Her eyes widened.
“This, my dear sweet baby, is a Hitachi wand. Ever seen one?”
“N-no.” It was huge. A long handle and at the tip was a round, vibrating head. When he turned it on, it made an ominous buzzing sound. He lay next to her on his side and placed the head just below her breast. Then he moved it slowly up her mound. Oh hell, he was going to place it on her nipple.
She let out a scream as the vibrating head touched her sensitive nipple. It was just a brief touch then he lifted it away, letting her catch her breath. Then he laid it against her other nipple.
“No, no, no,” she moaned, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. “Too much. It’s too much.”
“Oh, there’s more to come.” He moved the wand away and sucked the nipple closest to him into his mouth as he ran the wand down her stomach, closer and closer to her clit. Then it was placed directly over the bundle of nerves.
Fuck!
She yelled out. She was so close. So close to soaring over the edge. . .
Then the bastard drew it away.
“No! You can’t! You asshole!”
“Tut-tut-tut. Calling your Dom an asshole, that’s very naughty. That’s ten smacks. Let’s take care of that now, hmm?” He turned the wand off and she could have cried. But Eden was made of stronger stuff than that. . .
Maybe.
He undid her ankles then pushed them together, holding her legs up in a diaper position. “This position okay?” he asked always showing concern for her first.
She nodded even though the position was embarrassing as hell and the plug in her ass was fully on display. Holding her ankles with one hand, he used his other hand to lay the punishing smacks on her bottom. Five on the right. Five on the left cheek. Each smack made her clench down on the anal plug, which turned her on even more. By the time he was done, her body was on fire.
He lowered her legs, spreading them wide and securing them. Then the torture started all over again. He’d hold the wand against her clit, playing with her nipples until she was at the point of coming and then draw it away. By the fourth or was it fifth time he’d done that, she was basically spent. Unable to think. Unable to breathe. All she could do was beg, over and over.
“Please, please, please.”
Zeke reached up and kissed her slowly, gently, then deepened the kiss. He smiled down at her then placed the wand on her clit once more. This time he didn’t move down to her breasts, instead he watched her intently. Her eyes caught to his, she couldn’t look away.
“Come, baby,” he commanded. “Come for me.”
He didn’t have to ask her twice. The orgasm washed through her, sending her spiraling. It was like nothing she’d felt before, so intense it stole her voice, her breath, her every thought.
She didn’t know how long she drifted, but when she came back to reality, he’d already untied her and was holding her tight against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach.
She moved her hand down to his hard shaft, cupping him through his jeans.
He groaned. “Jesus. That was so hot. Christ. I think I nearly came just from watching you find your release.”
She wanted him to come. Wanted to give him some pleasure back. She fumbled with the button of his jeans, slowly undoing the zipper.
He reached out and tilted her chin so she had to meet his eyes. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to. Please,” she begged.
“Jesus,” he said on a groan as she managed to get her hand down and around his shaft. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He was hot. Harder than she’d thought and yet his skin was silky soft.
“I’m not sure what I’m doing,” she warned as she started pumping her hand up and down his dick. She felt her body stirring, turned on at the idea of giving him pleasure.
“What you’re doing is just perfect,” he groaned. “Fuck. I won’t last long.”
She moved her hand harder, faster, listening to his breathing grow more erratic. Then he started thrusting his hips up. She held her breath as he let out a low moan and she felt the hot bursts of his cum against her hand. He buried his face in her neck, his breath coming in sharp pants. Then he kissed the skin there gently before moving his mouth to her ear.
“Thank you, baby. That was by far, the hottest hand job I’ve ever had.”
Zeke cleaned her up first, putting her back into her nightgown before moving into the bathroom to take care of the mess he’d made. Then he put on the pajama bottoms he’d borrowed from Hayes’ stuff.
He strode back into the bedroom in time to see her yawn. “Time for bed, little one. It’s well past your bedtime.”
She gave him a shy look but surprisingly nodded without argument. “Okay, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. Seems an orgasm makes you more obedient. I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He winked at her as she blushed.
He picked her up. Her peaches and cream scent swirled around him. Was he ever going to be able to eat a peach without a hard-on? He almost grinned at the ridiculous thought.
“Need the toilet, baby girl?” There were no handles in the bathroom to help her stand and without her crutches it was hard for her to maneuver around.
She nodded but didn’t look at him, still embarrassed about needing his help even though he’d been doing this since they got here.
“Hey, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Remember, I like to be needed. And it’s not unusual fo
r daddies to help their little girls use the bathroom. Okay, little one?” He lightly kissed her lips.
Then unable to help himself, he deepened the kiss. “You’re my kryptonite.”
“Didn’t peg you as a Superman fan,” she murmured back.
“I’m not really. I always thought Batman was way cooler. Especially in the LEGO movies.”
She pulled back and laughed. “Daddy, you watched the LEGO movies?”
“LEGO Batman is badass.”
She giggled harder.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m not sure that real life badasses are supposed to call LEGO characters badasses.”
“Not all LEGO characters, just Batman. I mean, no one is going to call Emmett a baddass. That’s just stupid.”
He hid his grin as her laughter filled the room. It felt good to make her smile
“So, you think I’m a badass, huh?” he asked as he carried her into the bathroom.
“Maybe I did before I knew about this love affair you’re having with LEGO Batman.”
He sniffed. “That doesn’t make me less of a badass. Although don’t tell the other baddasses, I might get kicked out of the club.”
“Ooh, there’s a club? I’d like to be a fly on the wall for one of those meetings.” She waved her hand in front of her face as though cooling herself.
He narrowed his gaze. “I’m the only badass you’re allowed to get flushed over.”
“Oh, of course, Daddy. And don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about your secret love of LEGO Batman. Of course, my silence comes with a price.”
“Oh, and what would that be?”
“Hmm.” She tapped her chin. “Two scoops of ice cream every night.”
“No deal.”
“Hey, you could have at least thought about it!”
“Nope. Was never going to work, princess. Ice cream is a treat, when you’ve been good. Not to be used for blackmail.”
As he spoke, he placed her on the toilet. He turned without a word and walked to the door.
“I’ll come back in a minute.” He shut the door behind him.
He walked back into the bedroom and stripped off the Sportsheet then pulled back the bed covers. Then he turned back to knock lightly on the bathroom door. He didn’t much like having closed doors between them. There was something in him that didn’t like barriers of any kind. Maybe because she had so many emotional shields. But it was more likely about him. His woman wouldn’t be allowed any secrets, any barriers that held him back from her. He knew that wasn’t entirely fair considering he’d always have things he couldn’t divulge. But that was part of what he needed from her.
But for the moment he held back that side of himself. He couldn’t risk scaring her off. For now, he was concentrating on fulfilling her needs.
Showing her that he could be everything for her.
“Come in.”
He picked her up off the toilet without a word and set her on the counter so she could wash her hands. Together they brushed their teeth before he carried her back to bed and got them both settled in what had become their favorite position to sleep in, with him spooning her.
“Tell me about Reyes?” she asked.
He tensed then forced himself to relax. He’d told her he would tell her anything she wanted to know, that he was allowed to tell her.
“I met him when I was seventeen and we ended up in the same foster home. It wasn’t a good environment. Our foster dad was an asshole. He’d get drunk and violent. Would hit our foster mom, and us if we were around. So we spent most of our time out of the house, getting into trouble. Usual shit, taking things that weren’t ours, joy riding stolen cars. Our home life might have been shit, but the two of us had a tight bond. We were brothers.”
“What happened?”
He sighed. “Elise happened.”
She grew tense. “Who was Elise?”
“She was our foster parents’ actual daughter. She was a few years younger than us. Annoying, in the way little sisters can be. Wanted to do everything with us, followed us around, we weren’t that nice to her. We thought her parents treated her better than us, even though they didn’t. In fact, her father was treating her in the worst way a man, a father, can treat a little girl.”
“Oh God,” she muttered.
He let out a shuddering breath. “We didn’t know. Reyes and I. She never said a word. But then, we didn’t spend much time at home. We came home late one night, found a cop car outside the house. Thought he was there for us. Then we heard our foster mom screaming. Elise killed herself. Left a note, telling everyone she was too ashamed to live because of what he did to her.”
“Oh, Zeke. It wasn’t your fault.”
“If I’d just let her hang with us, if I’d been there, paid more attention.”
“Zeke, it wasn’t your fault. It was his.”
“Fucker went to prison, at least. Got out a few years after then he raped another fucking girl. The girl’s father shot and killed him. Thank fuck.”
“Jesus,” she muttered.
“After Elise’s suicide, I sort of fell apart. I blamed myself. I guess I blamed Reyes too. But I never thought he would turn away from me. I thought we were tight. Instead, he started getting into some real shady shit with one of the local gangs. When I tried to get him to leave the gang, he told me to get lost, that I was nothing to him. That he wanted nothing to do with me. I was furious. We got into a fight. I’ve never wanted to hurt someone that much and it kind of scared me. Especially as the person I wanted to hurt was someone I considered my brother.” He shook his head.
“Soon after we half-killed each other, the stupid bastard got caught up in a drug raid and arrested.” He sighed. “I decided my life didn’t mean fuck all if I couldn’t save an innocent kid and if my best friend would rather sell drugs for a gang than be with me. I didn’t think I had anything much to live for after that. Joined the Navy as a way of ending my life.”
“You wanted your life to end?” She gave him a shocked look.
“Thought I did. Turns out that wasn’t what I really wanted. Or at least your brother wouldn’t let me fucking die. I suffered a head injury while we were on a mission, lost consciousness. And your brother picks me up and carries me to our extraction point through enemy territory. When I woke up in the hospital, alive, I nearly killed him.”
She shook her head. “Kent saved you? How have I never heard this?”
He shrugged. “Wasn’t my finest moment. Soon as I realized I was alive and that he was the reason, I yelled at him for not leaving me there to die. He screamed back that I was a stupid fucker because couldn’t I see I didn’t want to die? As soon as I was well enough, he got me drunk and found out everything.”
“Thank God for Kent.”
Yeah. Thank God for Kent. He’d given him purpose. A focus. He’d saved him. If he hadn’t done that then Zeke wouldn’t have this gorgeous girl in his arms right now. “If it wasn’t for Kent, I wouldn’t have found my family. I wouldn’t have discovered I was a Dom. He introduced me to BDSM, took me to my first club.”
No one was more shocked than him when he was drawn to being a Daddy Dom. But he enjoyed the feeling of being everything to a sub. Protector. Nurturer. Disciplinarian. It enabled him to feel closer to someone. To give in to emotions he otherwise kept suppressed.
“Kent is a lot like Clint. Always interfering in other people’s business.” But he owed him everything. He’d given Zeke a purpose. He’d shown him a way out of the darkness. He’d led him to Eden.
She hugged him tight. “Zeke what happened to Elise was terrible, but you weren’t at fault. You were a kid, too.”
“So were you, when your parents died.”
She stiffened in his arms and pulled away. “I’m really tired. I need to go to sleep.”
He sighed as she put that shield back up. Fuck.
16
“Daddy, can we go exploring?”
“Exploring?” Zeke looked up from the compu
ter screen. He’d declared today a rest day from exercise. Thank the Lord. Her arms felt like jello. He’d even promised to give her a massage before her nap this afternoon.
Yuck. Nap.
She still wasn’t any more enthusiastic about napping. But she had to admit, the things he was doing to help her sleep were working. Between the weighted blanket, the frequent orgasms, and her fatigue from exercising each day she was getting more sleep than she had in. . .well, years.
Still, she didn’t think there would ever come a time when she’d welcome taking a nap.
Today they were sitting in his friend’s study. It had a huge wooden desk with a computer set up as well as shelving filled with books. There was a big fluffy rug in front of a fireplace. She sat on the sofa that faced the fireplace, playing with her dolls.
“Yeah, exploring. Can you show me the rest of the house? Are there any secret, locked rooms filled with treasure?”
“Hm.” He tapped his chin. “Guess we won’t find out until we go looking.”
“Yay!” She clapped her hands. “Let’s go!”
“Soon, princess. Daddy needs to do some work first.”
She wanted to ask about Keira. But it seemed like every time she did, the answer was the same. They were still searching for her. Selfishly, she didn’t want to think about what happened once she was found. Because then they’d had to go back to the real world. And she wasn’t ready for that. She still wasn’t convinced this place was truly safer than Sanctuary, but she’d never say that because staying here had been one of the best experiences in her life.
“But, Daddy,” she moaned.
He gave her a stern look. She shifted slightly on the sofa. She knew that look.
“What did Daddy tell you before we came in here?” he asked.
She sighed. A long, drawn out sigh that made his frown deepen. Hm, maybe she should just let this go. But she was bored. And she didn’t want him working. She wanted all his attention on her.
“That it was quiet time. And I had to play by myself for a while.”
“That’s right. So, Daddy expects you to play nicely while he works and then he’ll take you exploring.”
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