thumb over my back entrance, I screw my eyes shut while ripples of ecstasy shoot through me, and I explode like a shaken-up soda.
I'm like a puddle of goo , barely able to breathe. I hear breathless little whimpers and realize they're coming from me, but it's not until the pleasure has subsided that I can control much of anything.
"How is your head now?" Before Daddy lets me answer, he covers my body with his and kisses me ruthlessly. I taste myself on his tongue, feel his hardness between my thighs, and sense his need in every touch. "Christ, I'll never be able to get enough of you."
"Good." I giggle, out of breath, and that's my answer for everything he said. "May I help you now? You're so hard, Daddy."
But he shakes his head no and kisses me again, softly this time. "You're going to rest now." Then he composes himself and sits down next to me. "I've left your cell phone on the table here." He taps the coffee table and caresses my cheek with his free hand. "You can come back downstairs whenever you want, but call me first. I'll come get you." He gently unties the bows that keep my pigtails together and weaves his fingers through my long hair. "I'm afraid I'll be keeping you close for a while." I understand that, but right now I'm still more focused on helping Daddy with his hard cock. "Anything you want me to tell Chelsea?"
I flush, flustered, because I can't get back to normal as quickly as he can. Hell, my breathing's not even regulated yet! But aside from his eyes being a shade darker, proof of his aroused state, he's as cool as a cucumber.
"Just…tell her I'm fine. " I shake my head, gathering my thoughts. "And make sure she's okay, too. She got close earlier—I think she hit Mark's brother."
Daddy's definitely torn between worry and amusement. There might be a pinch of disapproval, as well. "I'll be having a chat with that girl. I'm proud o f her for defending you, but the last thing I want to see is a sub getting hurt. You girls need to learn how to call for help." He gives me a pointed look, to which I pull the blanket up to my nose. "Speaking of Chelsea, we'll be addressing her situation with Rio soon."
Despite Daddy's light scolding, I can't help but smile super wide , and I lower the blanket again. "He remembers her, doesn’t he? Doesn’t he? He has to!"
"It would appear so, yes." He fights a smile as he returns my kittens to me. "What that means, I have no idea. I'll have to talk to Rio." Jackson cuddles close to my neck, and Oliver bumps his little nose to my shoulder. "He probably won't be in a good mood."
Uh-oh. "Do you think he'll be mad at me ?" I do not want Master Rio to punish me.
"No. I'm responsible for you, and I've kept the truth from him, too." He dips down to kiss me on the lips. "Rest now, baby girl. We have hours until closing, so focus on feeling better. I'm only a phone call away, and you'll have plenty of time with your friends later."
A nap does sound good. A yawn slips out, to boot. "Okay. Love you, Daddy."
"More than words can say." He does show it well, though. I'm so lucky. "Sweet dreams."
Always. Sometimes funny dreams, too. Like…about what kind of trouble I can get into next.
*
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I'm like a puddle of goo , barely able to breathe. I hear breathless little whimpers and realize they're coming from me, but it's not until the pleasure has subsided that I can control much of anything.
"How is your head now?" Before Daddy lets me answer, he covers my body with his and kisses me ruthlessly. I taste myself on his tongue, feel his hardness between my thighs, and sense his need in every touch. "Christ, I'll never be able to get enough of you."
"Good." I giggle, out of breath, and that's my answer for everything he said. "May I help you now? You're so hard, Daddy."
But he shakes his head no and kisses me again, softly this time. "You're going to rest now." Then he composes himself and sits down next to me. "I've left your cell phone on the table here." He taps the coffee table and caresses my cheek with his free hand. "You can come back downstairs whenever you want, but call me first. I'll come get you." He gently unties the bows that keep my pigtails together and weaves his fingers through my long hair. "I'm afraid I'll be keeping you close for a while." I understand that, but right now I'm still more focused on helping Daddy with his hard cock. "Anything you want me to tell Chelsea?"
I flush, flustered, because I can't get back to normal as quickly as he can. Hell, my breathing's not even regulated yet! But aside from his eyes being a shade darker, proof of his aroused state, he's as cool as a cucumber.
"Just…tell her I'm fine. " I shake my head, gathering my thoughts. "And make sure she's okay, too. She got close earlier—I think she hit Mark's brother."
Daddy's definitely torn between worry and amusement. There might be a pinch of disapproval, as well. "I'll be having a chat with that girl. I'm proud o f her for defending you, but the last thing I want to see is a sub getting hurt. You girls need to learn how to call for help." He gives me a pointed look, to which I pull the blanket up to my nose. "Speaking of Chelsea, we'll be addressing her situation with Rio soon."
Despite Daddy's light scolding, I can't help but smile super wide , and I lower the blanket again. "He remembers her, doesn’t he? Doesn’t he? He has to!"
"It would appear so, yes." He fights a smile as he returns my kittens to me. "What that means, I have no idea. I'll have to talk to Rio." Jackson cuddles close to my neck, and Oliver bumps his little nose to my shoulder. "He probably won't be in a good mood."
Uh-oh. "Do you think he'll be mad at me ?" I do not want Master Rio to punish me.
"No. I'm responsible for you, and I've kept the truth from him, too." He dips down to kiss me on the lips. "Rest now, baby girl. We have hours until closing, so focus on feeling better. I'm only a phone call away, and you'll have plenty of time with your friends later."
A nap does sound good. A yawn slips out, to boot. "Okay. Love you, Daddy."
"More than words can say." He does show it well, though. I'm so lucky. "Sweet dreams."
Always. Sometimes funny dreams, too. Like…about what kind of trouble I can get into next.
*
For character interviews, free outtakes, and info:
www.thetouchseries.wordpress.com
Next in the Touch Series: Comforting Touch. Chelsea and Rio's story.
More from Cara Dee: www.caradeewrites.com
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