“When we were at the party, all I wanted was to get back to the room. I wanted you to rip my costume off in pieces. I wanted to suck you off like a dirty little whore and scream your name while you fucked me so hard, I saw stars.”
“Very good, sweetheart. What do you want now?”
Tears pooled in my eyes and I forced them back. “I want to have sex with you, but I don't want it to be rough.” I blinked several times as a few stray tears slipped down my cheeks. “This is the second time I've ever told anyone out loud that I wanted sex.” I refused to acknowledge that both times were with him.
Doc nodded and wiped the pads of his thumbs over my cheeks, brushing away the tears. He pulled me up to my feet and directed me back into the bed. I was more confused than ever.
He lay on his side, propped up on his elbow. “Come here.”
I moved close to him and he tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me against him. He kissed me, licking and sucking while I whimpered into his mouth. I melted into his kisses, loving the way he tasted on my lips.
We made out for a long time, changing positions until I was pinned underneath him as he devoured my mouth.
I pulled back from him, needing to catch my breath, and Doc took the opportunity to grab something from the nightstand. He tore open a packet and rolled on a condom. I watched in quiet fascination, unsure what his plans were. I touched his hand, and he raised an eyebrow.
“What made you change your mind, Sir?”
“I don't understand what you're asking me.”
“You said you don't fuck gently.”
“Is that what I said, little lamb?”
“No, not exactly. You said, during a sex scene, you won't be gentle.”
“This isn’t a scene. A scene is two people meeting mutual needs, without there being much involved in the way of feelings or complications. I don’t know about you, Lucky, but I have feelings. It is complicated. The sex won’t be.”
My mouth fell open. How did he know to say exactly what I needed to hear? I slammed my jaw shut and tugged my hand away.
“I have feelings too.” It was scary to give a voice to what had been swimming around inside my head, but I thought he needed to hear them as much as I needed to say them. “I wasn't able to explain all of it on Friday, but I really like you.”
“It's mutual.” He kissed my forehead. “Are you done with your questions or do you have more?”
“I'm done.”
“Good.”
Doc slid himself into my wet pussy (which was even wetter after his declaration of feelings) and my earlier doubts and hesitations slipped away. His cock filled me up as if he were perfectly made to fit inside me, and I moaned. He pumped in and out of me, while kissing me, and somehow our rhythms synced. I tightened my muscles, rocking my body in tune with his. Sweat glistened on me from the exertion but there was no shame. I loved his hands on my body, the way he explored it, groping my breasts, sucking on my nipples, licking down and over my hips. Places I'd never let any other man touch and kiss were open to him, and the sensations were incredible.
I dug my fingers into his soft hair, kissing his mouth as he moved his body faster. The connection was palpable, and I didn't mean just the physical. I was going to miss him so damn much. It should have shaken me more, how quickly I had developed some sort of feelings about him. Someone I’d just met had more of an impact on me than people I had known my whole life, but life had a funny way of working itself out. I needed to stop questioning every little thing.
“You've drifted off, Lucky. Where did you go?”
“I was thinking about how much fun we had this weekend, but also about how much I'm going to miss you.”
“Let yourself get lost in the sensations. Worrying doesn't empty tomorrow of its troubles.” Doc smiled down at me. “Focus on what I'm doing to you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Passion seemed to suddenly explode from my pores from his quiet command and I kissed him with fervor. Our bodies were entwined, rocking into bliss with each new stroke; more than sex. Sex was awesome but everything we had done inside the Castle went much deeper than just carnal pleasures.
Doc encouraged me to explore my wants, my needs, my fantasies. He had spoiled me rotten all weekend while keeping me in line in the absolute best way possible for me. He had also punished me when I required it, and somehow, he’d even figured out this Daddy dynamic. I was falling hard for this wonderful man, but I'd be damned if I knew what to do with this piece of information.
New kink: Doc making love to me.
Chapter 9
Luciana
I stretched my arms and glanced over my shoulder. Doc was still asleep, cuddling me close to his body. I shifted around to face him.
The time spent at the Castle with him as both my Dom and my Daddy was coming to an end.
Tears slipped down my cheeks and a twinge of sadness hit my heart. I ran my hand through his hair, down and over his face, being careful not to wake him. I studied his face as if I could burn the image into my mind, remembering this tiny moment. I lay there staring at him, loving this more than anything else we had done. Even more than the countless orgasms and the spankings. In his sleep, he pulled me closer, tucking my head against his chest. My heart nearly burst, and the tears fell faster.
After a while, I maneuvered myself out of his arms and padded off to the bathroom. It would be easier to tell Doc to leave so I could cry in private, but it wouldn't ease the ache.
I stayed under the hot water long past the time it went cold.
“You've been in here a while.” Doc twirled the knobs off, making the decision for me to get out. “Come on. We can go and snuggle a little longer.”
“Would you carry me back to bed?” I stepped out onto the soft rug. He wrapped a large towel around me and picked me up into his arms.
“Oh, so now you want me to carry you around, little girl?”
“Yes, please, Daddy Gabriel.”
We got back under the covers and I curled up against Doc. His hand stroked my hair as I sniffled.
“You've got a list of resources in case you drop.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, and I cuddled against his chest. “Please promise me you'll reach out if you need to.”
“Is there a way I can reach you? I mean here at the Castle. Not like your personal stuff,” I muttered.
“I'll make sure you get sent all of the resources you need. I'm not sure if there is a way to reach me directly.”
Something drummed against my heart. I really loved the accountability, comfort, and guidance Doc had brought to me this weekend, but I didn't want to delay the inevitable any longer.
“Can you please go now, Sir? I promise to go and eat something before the buses leave.”
He tilted my chin up and kissed me softly. “Yes, but I also want you to promise to reach out. There's a group listed in the paperwork for other Littles too. You might even make a friend.”
I nodded, but couldn't process all the information he was sharing.
“Yes, okay, I will.” I kissed him several times, not really wanting him to leave. “Please don't think I'm trying to push right now. I've just got a lot on my mind. I'm sure I'll feel better when I get home.”
“Okay, Lucky, but if you change your mind, I'll be in the medical wing before the buses leave.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” The title slipped out, though I had meant to call him Doc as I was desperately trying to end our time together in an adult mindset. Tears slipped down my cheeks and soon I was a blubbering mess in front of him. “I don't think I'm telling the whole truth,” I admitted.
“I can stay a bit longer, little girl,” he offered sincerely. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, please.”
I snuggled up on his chest again, listening to his heart beat, and that was the part I’d miss the most.
It had only been about an hour since I'd seen Doc, but the lack of his presence made the time seem longer.
Tears blurred my vision as
I boarded the bus and I completely missed the step. I attempted to catch myself but knocked my head on the platform above me. The world swam in colors and my stomach lurched. Why did my head hurt so badly?
“Call for the medical team. Don't move.” Someone placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “Sit tight.”
“No, I'm fine. I just need to go,” I protested but a towel or a rag was pressed to my head. I closed my eyes as something dripped down my face.
“You need to get looked at. You hit your head and you're bleeding,” an older gentleman stated with authority.
“I'm holding up the line,” I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“You're not going anywhere until the med team clears you or transfers you to a hospital. Everyone else can wait. Your health and safety are important. Just relax.” He helped me to sit down and I waited with a growing sense of dread. I needed to go home.
The wound stung and my head throbbed with pain. It was better to follow orders, though I wanted to go home more than ever. A wheelchair appeared in my line of vision and the man who had been holding the towel helped me to stand. I found myself getting wheeled back to the medical wing, a place where I had spent an exorbitant amount of time this weekend. I just wished it was for a fun purpose instead of an actual emergency but I complied. At least I knew my favorite doctor was on shift.
Thank goodness for small miracles.
“I don't want stitches,” I stated out loud for probably the tenth time as we got to the exam room. Amanda, the pretty blonde nurse, helped me up and onto the exam table.
“We'll let the doctor look at it,” Amanda repeated (also, for the tenth time).
“I don't want stitches no matter what the doctor says!”
“The cut might not be so deep and we don't have suture kits on site, anyhow.” Amanda sighed. “Let's just check your vitals.”
“No.” I crossed my arms over my chest. Huge tears pooled in my eyes and I tried unsuccessfully to keep them at bay. Haven't I cried enough times already?
“Can I at least get your blood pressure?”
I held out my arm to her. I knew she was just trying to help me.
A knock bounced off the exam room door and Dr. Gabriel strutted through.
“Is Lucky all right?”
“She's not the most cooperative patient.” Amanda raised her eyebrows and removed the cuff. “Her blood pressure is a bit high.”
“I'm not getting stitches,” I repeated my earlier statement as if I could change the outcome, and gave Amanda an apologetic grimace.
“Lie down.” Dr. Gabriel snapped on a pair of gloves. “Let me look at your head.”
“No.”
“Can you please give us a moment?” I knew that tone. He was about to do something I wouldn't like.
“Yes, of course. If you need me just call.” The pretty blonde nurse shot a look at me, then left the room without another word.
Doc gathered a few supplies and placed them on a small rolling cart. He sat next to me on the exam table, tugging me sideways so my head rested in his lap. Pulling out a pen light from somewhere, he stuck it in his mouth and cautiously lifted the gauze on my forehead with his left hand. Even in this position, he looked damn sexy. Him probing the wound caused a new pain to flare along my nerves and I winced.
“Can you just put a Band-Aid on it so I can leave?”
He grabbed something out of my line of sight. “Fay fill,” he mumbled around the light.
A horrible stinging sensation burned across my head.
“It really hurts.”
“Take a white.”
Oh! I took the light out of his mouth and held it in my hand. He swallowed hard as he stared down at me, and I didn't like what I read in his eyes. It filled my stomach with even more apprehension. I had a bad feeling that I'd be going to the hospital after all.
“Did you lose consciousness, Lucky?”
“No. I don't think so.”
“Are you dizzy or nauseous?” Doc touched all around my head, feeling for lumps and bumps.
“Nope.”
“Are you just saying that?” He rubbed a bit of ointment along the cut, placed a large bandage on my forehead and secured it.
“No, Sir.” I gulped. We were done playing but his title flew out of my lips without pause. Darn it.
“I used to work at Granger Emergency Medical before I came to the Castle. It's a short ride by car, you don't need an ambulance, but you do need to get evaluated.”
“I am not going to the hospital.”
“I'll bring you.”
“Do you honestly think I need stitches? I'm really terrified of needles.”
“I’ve got friends there. We might be able to glue the wound shut but I need equipment that isn’t here at the Castle. Plus, you hit your head against a bus stair, which isn't the cleanest surface on the planet. A tetanus booster is mandatory.”
“I'm really terrified of needles.” With a defeated sigh, I sat up and looked at him.
“Any injury or illness must be evaluated by the onsite medical staff and if their recommendation is to have the person transported to another medical facility then you need to comply, or your guest privileges may be revoked.”
“Okay, okay. I'll go. What happens if the cut can’t be glued?”
“Don’t worry about that at the moment.” He snapped off his gloves inside out and gathered the used supplies. “You know what, Lucky? If you wanted to spend more time with me, you didn't have to fall on your face just to do so. I'm sure you could have stayed another hour.”
“Doc!” I admonished, but he cocked an eyebrow as he threw away the garbage. I was secretly thrilled for the two of us to spend a little more time together, but not under these circumstances. “What happens after the hospital?”
“I'll bring you back to the Castle and you can go home.”
“It's late, though, so I'll probably miss the next bus.”
“You'll have food and a place to sleep. Try not to worry about it.”
“Okay.” I swallowed hard. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course, Lucky.”
I took a deep breath. I hoped he wanted to spend even more time with me, and he hadn't just been saying all that back in my room.
Here goes nothing.
“I may have already requested information about a weekend in November.” I batted my eyelashes at him but the action pulled on the bandage and I put a hand over it.
“As much as I adore your expressions, try not to exaggerate your movements. The bleeding has stopped for the moment, but if the wound is jostled it could open easily.”
“Yes, Sir.” I got down and off the table slowly. “Oh! I probably shouldn't call you Sir when we get to the hospital.”
“If calling me Sir means you'll listen to me, then we'll keep it.” Doc winked. “I'm happy you're coming back to the Castle. I can arrange the time off when you return.”
“You would do that for me?”
Master Gabriel took my hand in his. “Yes. I'd love to spend more time with you.”
I grinned but the movement pulled again and I quickly stopped smiling. “I'd really like to spend another weekend with you as well.”
“That makes me very happy, Lucky.” He kissed my cheek. “Come on, let's go get your head fixed.”
“I thought you told me when I came in here on Friday night that my head was just fine,” I teased lightly.
“Very funny, little girl. Your mental state is fine but you've got a nice gash on your noggin. Now you're stalling.”
“I'm not stalling.” I leaned up on my tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.
“You can tell me more in the car. We need to go.”
Even though I was in pain and wasn't looking forward to a trip to the hospital, I knew he would take care of me.
Doc lifted me up into his arms and I looped an arm around his neck.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me this weekend, Sir.”
“You do
n't have to thank me for something I enjoyed so much.”
“It meant a lot to me, and I never said how grateful I am for being able to see that there can be so much more to my kinks and to not let anyone else define me but me.”
“I'm thrilled that something I've said resonated with you. You're a remarkable woman, Lucky, and an absolutely adorable little girl.”
“Thank you. You're a really amazing doctor, and an awesome Daddy.” I kissed his cheek.
“I'm not sure what you're buttering me up for, since we're still going to the hospital.”
“Honestly, as much as I don't want to go, I'm grateful that it's you bringing me there.” I pressed closer to his chest. “I had so much fun this weekend, for real.”
“Good. I'm glad we got to spend so much time together. I hope you remember to take care of yourself when you get back home and settled.”
“Yes, Sir. I've learned a lot thanks to you.”
He smiled down at me. Doc navigated us through the hallways with ease and eventually we headed out to the parking lot.
A Little could be handled roughly so long as their heart was handled gently. It was okay to be whatever sort of Little I wanted to be, because there was a Daddy out there to take care of me, who adored all my quirks and kinks, and supported and guided me along the path of life.
I hoped it was Master Gabriel, but even if he wasn't supposed to be my forever Daddy, we could still build upon our time spent this weekend, as well as the next time, and the next, and the next…
The End
Adaline Raine
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