Charming Colton Page 18

  I ease up closer to her side and palm her bottom, letting my hand slide between her parted thighs until I’m stroking her slit.

  She gasps as she comes awake, lifting her head and twisting it toward me. Her eyes are wide, but as soon as she sees me, she smiles and relaxes, dropping her cheek back to the pillow, but facing me this time.

  I ease a finger into her, and her lips part.

  As her eyes slide closed, I nudge my knee between hers, parting her legs.

  She lifts her butt into the air when I add a second finger and whimpers when I remove both of them to focus on her clit instead. She’s already wet, but the arousal I’ve gathered from inside her makes it easy for my fingers to glide around her swollen nub.

  She gasps as I pick up the pace, her hands fisting the pillow on both sides. When she tries to lift her bottom again, I hold her down. The moan that escapes her lips is musical, so I keep focusing on her clit until she’s writhing. “Please…”

  “Please what, baby?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  “What a potty mouth,” I tease.

  She groans and turns her face toward the pillow, pressing her forehead against the soft down.

  I thrust two fingers into her again but pull them back out immediately.

  The growl of frustration makes me smile.

  “Colton, put your cock in me,” she demands.

  I chuckle. “Not yet.”

  Another grumble.

  “Come for me first. I want to feel your orgasm on my hand then I’ll join you.”

  Her body shudders as she grinds her pussy against my fingers.

  I flick her clit rapidly until she’s panting, and the moment she sucks in a sharp breath, I add two fingers to her pussy again.

  “Colton…” God, I love that sound. My name vibrates in the air as she comes, her body trembling with every pulse.

  I need to be inside her, and I want to catch her off guard, so I quickly climb between her legs and jerk her hips off the mattress, forcing her to her hands and knees.

  “God, yes. Please,” she begs.

  I thrust into her without hesitation, and she cries out.

  I hold her hips steady, keeping my cock buried deep inside her. It’s been a damn long time since I’ve been inside a woman. I’ve overestimated my stamina. If I don’t get a grip, I’m going to come too soon. I want her to reach another orgasm first.

  When I finally ease almost out of her, it’s my voice I hear echoing in the room. My moan. My pleasure.

  I thrust in deep again, tipping my head back, knowing this is going to be quick. On my next thrust, I know I can’t keep this up. Not in this position. It’s too erotic. I pull out of her and shift back a few inches so I can flip her onto her back.

  She whimpers as she lands, her eyes wide, lips parted.

  I shove my shirt off her delectable body. I need to see all of her. I push her knees high and wide and press them into the mattress.

  “Why did you stop?” Her voice is desperate, eager, shaking.

  “Your pussy was strangling my cock. I need a moment,” I exaggerate as I lean down and kiss her sweetly. I thread my fingers with hers and plant our combined hands alongside her head. “You’re fucking tight, baby.”

  She licks her lips. “It’s been a while.”

  “I see that. For me too. I want this to last longer than three thrusts.”

  She arches her body. “Who cares if it doesn’t? We can always do it again.”

  She’s right, but damn. To distract myself, I dip my head and flick my tongue over her nipple. I love the sounds she makes when I play with her tits. The little bud hardens. I blow on it and then nip it with my teeth, making her squirm. I do the same to the other tit until she’s writhing again.

  I have no idea how I thought this would slow things down. If anything, her reactions are driving me just as close to orgasm as if I were inside her. By the time I give up and thrust in to the hilt again, I’m too close to the edge to stop. I pump hard and fast, groaning as I enjoy the grip of her pussy around me.

  My one functioning brain cell reminds me that I want her to come first, so I release her hand and drag mine between our bodies, finding her clit and pinching it.

  Her eyes roll back and she bucks her hips against mine.

  “Come around my cock, baby. Milk me with that tight pussy.”

  It’s fucking amazing how she’s able to follow that demand, but I only get to enjoy the pulsing of her channel around me for about one second before I too reach my peak and hold myself deep as my orgasm shakes my foundation.

  For a long time after my release, I hover over her, panting, watching her blissful expression. She’s limp and sated beneath me, and I wish I could stay right here forever, but I’m about to collapse.

  I finally ease out and drop down onto one hip alongside her, my lips coming to her shoulder.

  She’s still breathing heavily when she suddenly gasps and jerks her head up to glance down at my cock. A heavy sigh escapes her mouth as she once again lowers her head to the pillow. “Scared me for a moment. When did you put on the condom?”

  “Before I woke you.” I stroke her cheek. “Sorry. No need to panic.”

  She turns her head toward me and cups my face too. “I’m covered from pregnancy, but I’ve just never had sex without a condom.”

  I lay my hand over hers and slide it around so I can kiss her palm. “I haven’t either, baby.”

  She nods. “Okay.”

  I finally release her to roll off the bed and go dispose of the condom. When I return a few minutes later, she’s in the same position, on her back, staring at the ceiling, so open and sexy and warm.

  I crawl back onto the bed, pull the covers over us, and haul her into my embrace so that she’s draped over me. It’s how she likes to fall asleep. My heart beats easier when her tits are pressed against me. It’s even better naked.

  I kiss her forehead. I’ve never felt this strongly about a woman. Sex certainly did nothing to change my opinion about that. It’s worse now. I’m in deep trouble. I suspect she is too.

  She’s drawing circles on my chest, probably as deep in thought as I am. When she speaks, her voice is soft. “What do we do now?”

  I hold her tight. “I don’t know, baby.” I’m being frank. I don’t have answers. “Let’s start with a lazy day together, okay?”

  She tips her head back to meet my gaze. “I need to be little.”

  I nod. “I figured you would.” I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “Will you let me take care of you?”

  She nods. I can see her sliding into her little space already. It’s fascinating. Her eyes take on a different glow. A youthfulness that wasn’t present while my cock was inside her. I’m not sure I understand yet what triggers her to be in which headspace, but I don’t think she knows the answers either. This is new territory for her just as it is for me.

  She’s been aroused and clearly sexual as her little. I’ve brought her to orgasm in that headspace. I wasn’t sure where she might be during sex, but the blowjob she gave me in the night and the amazing sex we just had was in her adult space. I’ll just have to pay attention and see what happens next.

  After a few minutes more of lounging, her stomach growls.

  I chuckle. “I need to feed you.”

  She snuggles against me. “Not yet. I’m cozy.”

  I lift a brow and tip her chin back. “Did you just tell me no?”

  She licks her lips. “Maybe? Can we just stay here for a while longer? I’m warm.”

  “And you’ll be warm in the bathtub too.” I tap her nose. “I’m going to fill the tub now. You may stay here only as long as that takes. When it’s ready, you’ll come get in. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.

  I slide out of bed and tuck the covers around her as she curls into a ball. Half of me agrees with her. We could stay in bed for hours. But I know she needs to eat, and I’m starving too, so I take charge.

  I pad to the ba
throom, deciding to shower first. It will give her a few moments longer under the covers and give me time to plan our day. Or hell, at least our morning. It’s hard to plan too far ahead since I’m only marginally grasping what her needs are yet. I’ve never spent as much time with her as I will this weekend.

  I shower quickly before turning on the bath to let it start filling while I dry off. While it fills, I step into the bedroom and rummage through my bag to grab clean clothes. It’s impossible not to chuckle at the lump under the covers. She’s so buried that I can’t even see her face.

  When I return to the bathroom, I test the water. It’s perfect and it’s ready. I turn it off and call out. “Bath time.”

  I’m not remotely shocked that she doesn’t come running. In fact, I suspected this would happen. I expect her to challenge me. It’s who she is. It’s part of her persona. She’s going to test me every step of the way, and I’m equally clear that I cannot waver. I’ve done enough research and asked enough questions in the last few days to know that Eve’s little likes boundaries and firm guidance. She’s about to get that from me.

  I step into the bedroom. “Evelyn.” My voice is firm. “Now.”

  She flinches under the covers when I call her by her full name, but then she grumbles, “But I’m warm and cozy. Five more minutes.”

  “Nope. The water is hot now. I suspect your bottom is still feeling the sting from my palm last night too. I’m going to count to three. If you’re not on your feet, I’m going to add to that burn.”

  She flips the covers back. Her eyes are wide as she meets my gaze.

  I feel the challenge. “One…”

  She jerks, but still stares at me.

  “Two…”

  Finally, she decides I’m serious and scrambles out from under the covers. She’s on her feet in moments, and she stomps toward me, shoving past to enter the bathroom. “Fine.”

  Oh, this is going to be interesting. The defiant challenge in her is not unexpected but still just as interesting. I grab her arm as she tries to pass me, halting her progress to pull her back against me. “I’m glad you took me seriously and got out of bed, but your attitude has earned you a punishment anyway.”

  She huffs. “I’m up, aren’t I?”

  I spin her around and hold her shoulders. “What you are is sassy and disrespectful. Is that the way you spoke to any other Daddy you’ve been with?”

  She crosses her arms under her tits in a defiant, exaggerated stance. “You’re not my Daddy.”

  I flinch. I hadn’t expected her to be quite this defiant. I falter for only a moment before recognizing this as the challenge it is. The ultimate challenge.

  I direct her toward the toilet where I sit and pull her between my legs so our faces are level. I cup her face. “Look at me, Eve.”

  She meets my gaze, her lip trembling.

  “I know we’re wading into unknown territory together, and I can’t promise you a damn thing past the here and now, but I do think you want me to be your Daddy for as long as we’re together. Am I right?”

  Tears form in her eyes and she swipes at them. “Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.

  “Then I expect you to behave like any Daddy would demand of you. I know you need boundaries, and I’m going to give them to you. I know you’re going to challenge me today. I’m ready for it. But know this—I won’t waver, not for an instant. I will be firm and demanding. You will be obedient or find yourself in a heap of trouble. Understood?”

  She stares at me with wide eyes and slowly nods.

  “Words, Eve.”

  “I’ll be good.”

  I lift a brow.

  “I’ll be good, Daddy.”

  My chest tightens when she calls me that. The only other time she called me Daddy she was half-asleep. She’s awake now. Coherent and choosing intentionally to address me as Daddy. I pull her closer and hug her sweet naked body against my fully clothed one. “That’s my girl.”

  When I urge her to lean back, I meet her gaze again. “First, I’m going to give you a bath. We’ll discuss your punishment after that.”

  Her eyes widen again. “I can bathe myself,” she mumbles.

  “I’m sure you can, but that’s not what I said, is it?”

  She shakes her head. “No, Sir.”

  I doubt anyone has ever bathed her since she only practices her kink inside the club. I doubt anyone has cooked for her either or any number of other things I’m going to insist upon today. If we’re doing this, we might as well go all-in.

  Chapter 22

  Evelyn

  * * *

  My emotions are all over the place. I’m stunned speechless, excited, nervous, panicky, eager. My heart is racing as Daddy lifts me into the tub. I watch him in awe as he reaches for the bubbles and turns the water back on so he can add them to the flowing stream.

  Moments later, I’m in a luxurious, warm heaven.

  He leans me back to get my hair wet, then grabs the shampoo and massages my scalp.

  I close my eyes and enjoy every moment. I know we’ve been dabbling in this world for several days, but it would seem he intends to dominate me completely today. As a Daddy. As my Daddy.

  I grab the sides of the tub as he rinses my hair, and continue holding on as he rubs the conditioner in next. “Do you have any bath toys?” he asks.

  I nod and point to the vanity. “They’re under the sink,” I tell him in my smallest voice.

  He grins as he opens it and hands me several of my favorites, including a boat and the little people who go in it. I play while he washes my body, though I do hesitate when he runs the washcloth over my boobs. My nipples stiffen and I can’t help but react.

  He doesn’t linger too long, but he does flick his thumbs over the tight tips before easing the washcloth down between my legs. With one hand on my shoulder, he rubs my pussy. “Spread your knees wider, baby.”

  I do as I’m told, instantly aroused.

  “Good girl.”

  I’m sad when he stops touching me there, but I return my attention to my boat. “Do you want to stay and play for a few minutes?” he asks.

  “Yes, Sir.” I giggle as the passengers fall out of my boat. I reach under the bubbles to find them.

  He tips my chin back, meeting my gaze. “Ten minutes. No arguments when I say it’s time to get out.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He stands and leaves the bathroom.

  I stare at the door, wondering if I’m dreaming. Is this really happening? It’s like my wildest dreams all in one. My adult had amazing sex less than an hour ago, and the same man has taken full control over my little. I’m already calling him Daddy.

  I shiver at where this is heading, releasing the boat to grab the side of the tub with one hand while reaching for my pussy with the other. My clit is swollen and needy from the residual of having had sex as well as the most recent contact with the washcloth.

  My eyes drift closed and my mouth falls open as I push a finger inside my channel. I’m slightly tender from Colt’s cock. It really has been a while since I’ve had sex. The sensitive skin feels good though. Really good.

  When I find my clit with my thumb, I let out a little gasp. So much sensation. I don’t even need to visualize something imaginary to get off. I have so much material to work with from this morning alone, I could orgasm four times.

  I picture Daddy washing my boobies, the way his thumb slid over the tips, making me gasp. The image urges me to release the side of the tub with my free hand and cup my little breast. I pinch my nipple, which causes me to cry out.

  The noise startles me, and I jerk my eyes open, freezing when I see I’m not alone. I start panting, not moving an inch. My finger is still deep in my pussy, my thumb on my clit, my other hand cupping my boob.

  Colt is leaning in the doorway, casually, arms crossed loosely under his pecs. He’s got a slight smile, so I don’t think I’m in trouble, but I’m completely embarrassed.

  Finally, he speaks. “I was gone five minutes,
and your naughty little fingers went to work.”

  I swallow as I remove my hands from their guilty locations and lower my gaze.

  “Apparently two orgasms in the morning aren’t enough for you, huh?”

  I purse my lips.

  He shoves off the doorframe and shuffles toward me. After grabbing a towel, he reaches into the tub and lets the water out. His hands come under my arms and he lifts me from the tub to set me on my feet on the bathmat.

  Without a word, he sits on the toilet seat and dries me. I’m shivering from embarrassment and cold when he finally wrings out my hair and then turns me to face him. “What were you thinking about, baby?” His voice is soft, inquisitive.

  I lick my lips. “You, Sir.”

  “More specifically?”

  “I was thinking about when you were washing my boobies,” I mumble.

  “And that made you feel aroused?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m glad you enjoy my touch, baby, but I think we need a few rules.”

  I shudder. Yikes.

  “From now on only Daddy gets to touch your pretty little boobies and your pussy, got it?”

  Wetness leaks out of me at his demand. I’m trembling as I meet his gaze. He would really order me not to masturbate?

  He lifts that brow.

  I swallow hard. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

  “Your orgasms will be earned and I’ll decide when you deserve them, understood?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “No matter how horny you get, whether we’re at home, at the club, or you’re at work, you’ll keep your greedy little fingers away from your pussy and your tits,” he reiterates, which adds to my arousal, and I’m certain he knows this.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Now, let’s get these tangles combed out, find you something to wear, and get some breakfast in you.” He stands and opens a drawer on my vanity, finding a brush.

  I close my eyes as he works out the tangles, so carefully that it doesn’t hurt. When he’s done, he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

  I wait while he opens my closet and chooses a soft cotton dress. It’s a simple one. Pale pink. Thin. Lightweight. The sleeves are three-quarter length.