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CHAPTER 6

CHARLEE

Pierce and I barely made it into my apartment without touching each other intimately. Pushing me against the back of the front door, he dropped the bags in his hands and tangled his fingers into my hair. I stared into his face for a moment before closing my eyes. He read into what I wanted without asking and kissed me passionately, his lips molding to mine. I cupped his face with my hands and moaned into his mouth.

“Pierce… oh you taste so good.”

“Bedroom,” he said growling.

“You’d like to go there?” I wasn’t trying to be extra bratty but it was worth the additional growl he gave me in response.

“Sassy thing.”

Pierce wrapped an arm around my waist and tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed no more than a sack of potatoes. He paused long enough to grab his duffle bag before continuing up my hallway.

“Sir! You can’t carry me!” He smacked my upper thighs in retaliation leaving a delicious sting behind. I loved it. I wanted more. Why it felt good now in the privacy of my apartment versus the dressing room a few minutes ago baffled me. Unless it was the promise of sex instead of a reminder. Headspace differentiated the feeling. I knew that somewhere in my brain, but I wiggled against his back protesting so he’d do it again. Pierce tapped my right butt cheek hard.

“Don’t tell your Sir what he can and can’t do.”

Oh, well damn. His statement increased the arousal already pumping through my body. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Walking us into my bedroom, he flipped me onto my bed and wasted no time in stripping me to my bra and panties. Though he’d already admired them in the dressing room, he complimented me as he peeled them off. Pierce removed the remainder of my clothes, setting them on the dresser. I rose up on my elbows as I stared. Was he going to give me a show? I sure hoped so. Teasing, as if he read my thoughts, Pierce moved along the line of his button-down flannel at a snail's pace undoing each one with painstaking slowness.

“See something you like, beautiful?”

It was one of his favorite questions and my answer was always the same. “Yes, I do. You. But–”

“Shh, I see those wheels spinning again.”

His insight was correct. I’d been unraveling in a bad way in my thoughts. Fretting, I took a few deep breaths. Pierce wasn’t some dude I’d met at a dive bar. We worked together. Lived near one another. We had been friends for a while.

“I’m trying my best not to freak out about the possibilities of what this means for us. Wait, this does mean something right? Because I don’t want a hookup. I’m not sure if I said that to you.”

“Look at me, starlet,” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir?”

Pierce wrapped his arms around my shoulders, tucking me against his body. “I promise you with every fiber of my being that this”—he motioned between us—“is not casual. It’s not a hookup. My intentions are for us to be in a relationship. Do you want that too, sweetheart?”

Though I’d told him I’d give him a chance earlier when we were talking about important things, he wanted a more clear, concise answer. A relationship is all I’d been wanting with Pierce. So why was it so hard to verbalize? Why did I keep tossing my brat in his direction and pretending to run whenever he cornered me? Because I was scared. Scared that Pierce Harding could be everything I’d ever wanted and more. Including my Daddy. Ugh . Further distractions and incorrect expectations were not things that would help us. No. Dodging the heart of the matter was no longer an option. Taking a breath, I let it out in a long exaggerated exhale.

“I like you. A whole bunch. Way more than a bunch,” I confirmed.

“A… bundle?” Pierce asked playfully as he finished unbuttoning his flannel and took it off.

The action left him in a black A-line tank and his jeans that hung low on his hips. He was going to leave me in a state of perpetual arousal for the rest of our lives.

“All right, Pierce. We’ll stick with a bundle.”

“I like it when you call me ‘Sir’,” he said unbuckling his belt while he unzipped his jeans. Shucking out of them, he smiled.

“Yes, Sir,” I said watching him. Pierce grabbed the bottom of his tank, yanking it off his torso. He was more muscular than I’d realized. Looking at him in nothing but a pair of navy boxer briefs drew heat to my face.

“Much better. Anyhow, if you like me and I like you then I don’t see a problem. You promised me a chance. I’m not going to toss it away. You’re stuck with me.”

“Forever?”

“Sure, babygirl. Forever if you’ll let me in.”

He retrieved a condom from the overnight bag at the foot of my bed.

“I’ll definitely let you in, Sir.” I giggled as he caught my dirty innuendo and crawled up the bed, caging me in between his arms. Pierce kissed me deeply.

“You taste like heaven.”

“I taste like turkey.”

“Same difference,” he said, trailing kisses along my jaw. “You’re so sexy, Charlee. I’m going to worship every single part of you.”

Moaning, I let my head loll back on my shoulders. Pierce licked my neck and collarbone. I tried to engage, but he had me writhing against my mattress and begging. “Please? Please fuck me, Sir?”

“Patience, starlet. I haven’t had my fill.”

He returned his mouth to my neck, licking a line from the sweet hollow all the way to my earlobe. Pierce nipped it, teasing it between his teeth. I was not going to last from his gentle touches and naughty ministrations. I rubbed his shoulders, trying to be more present but each time his tongue moved to a new spot on my body, I lost focus. His hands cupped my breasts, kneading and stroking while playing with my nipples. No matter what happened in our relationship, he was going to wholly spoil me for anyone else.

“Sir. I’m so aroused. I need you!”

“You have me, babygirl. Lie back and spread your legs.”

Thinking that he was going to finally give me what I’d been begging for, I parted my thighs. Pierce bit my hip, easing the sting of pain with his tongue and then continued down the length of my body. Before I could regain any sort of composure, he mouthed my clit.

“Ahh, fuck. Oh, that feels so good!” I threaded my fingers into his thick brown hair, pulling lightly.

“You taste even sweeter here, baby.”

His hot wet mouth on my pleasure nub was better than any fantasy. I hadn’t allowed a lot of men to pleasure me orally. No, I usually got caught up in my head and worried about things no one else probably cared about. Too much hair there. Not enough hair. The thickness of my thighs. Whether or not I smelled good. Pierce commanded my body in the best way possible. He licked and sucked on me, gently playing with my pussy. Pierce curled his fingers into my heat, stroking just inside of me. I was not going to last.

“I’m close, Sir. Please fuck me now?”

“I want you to come all over my fingers, babygirl. Once you’re buzzing in bliss, then I’ll give you more.”

I don’t know why I thought he couldn’t get any more attractive because he did. Every few hours over the past two days, I became more and more attracted to Pierce. He not only talked the talk, but he walked the walk. His dominance wasn’t a passing thing or something that was put on for show. It naturally oozed from his pores like he was born with it. This man was going to ruin me. And I’d thank him for it.

“Shit! I’m a mess. Um. Hey. What are your thoughts on marriage, Sir?”

Pierce looked up at me while keeping his tongue busy on my throbbing clit. Instead of answering, he curled the two fingers buried inside my needy pussy and forced me to come while screaming for him. Damn . I took care of myself and my sexual needs without a partner all the time. Having him bring me to climax? It hit so much better. Pierce slowly withdrew his digits, allowing me a moment to breathe.

“I’m not trying to avoid your question, baby,” he whispered. “But I haven’t given much thought to becoming a husband. I don’t mean with you but with anyone. Do you really want to talk about it right now or can I fuck my girl until she screams?”

His girl . He was honest about where he was at in his head including his thoughts on marriage. I hadn’t given long-term commitment much thought either, but the way he handled everything sure made me want to belong to him forever. Maybe that’s why other relationships in my past had not worked out the way I’d expected them to. Maybe the disappointments I’d faced over the past few years were simply leading me to him. I’d settled for immature, emotionally unavailable cocky men instead of searching for a dominant, assertive partner. One who understood my kinks, my worries, my fears and loved me through them.

“Right. No more talking. I’m just over here falling in love. Please continue, Sir.”

“Charlee.”

He straddled my body, his hard muscled thighs astride my own as he leaned down to cup my cheek.

“Don’t look at me like I deserve some sort of pity party,” I said scoffing. It took a lot of control not to extract myself from under him. Pierce’s eyes darkened as he raised his hand and slapped my upper thigh. I jerked.

“Do not speak to me in that tone. Not when we are almost naked in your bed. Not when you threw a very loaded statement at me. Not ever.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. But you have this expression on your face like I’m a charity case of some sort. I couldn’t possibly take care of myself so you had to step in,” I added air quotes around the words step in. “So having sex with me is more of a chore.” He struck the opposite thigh until I hissed. “Ow! Ow!”

“You’re overthinking. Pause. Are you even listening to me?”

“I don’t want to listen right now. I’d like to self-sabotage and kick you outta my bed.”

He took my chin in between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting it slightly.

“Pay attention.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m in your bed because I want to be in your bed. I offered to take care of you because I want to. You are not some hapless woman who needs a big strong man to swoop in and save her. I’m not rescuing you from the mediocrity of your life. I am here because I want to be. Say it back to me.”

Oh ! I hated what he was doing. It was almost as bad as writing affirmations that forced me to believe in myself. Because, truthfully, they always uplifted me into a better mood. It was almost as if he’d been paying attention all along.

“I’m not some damsel in distress who needs you to save her. You are here in my bed and in my life because you choose to be. You’ve given me rules and consequences for the next few weeks to slowly ease me into a dynamic that you’d like us to continue with. Maybe even forever. I’m not a project of any sort.”

“Good girl,” he praised. “I’m so glad you were listening. Good thing or I’d have made you dictate those lines into your laptop and print them out. Say it again.”

“It again.”

“Naughty thing.” Pierce cracked his hand off my mound hard enough to make me jerk under his palm. He did it several more times.

“Sir! Ouch! Please–stop!”

“You have your safe word and your colors. Unless I hear them, I’m going to continue until it sinks into your pretty but stubborn skull that I’m serious. Do not make me repeat myself,” he said in a huskier tone than his usual speaking voice. Pierce shifted, pressing his index finger in between my bottom cheeks. “Does your Sir need to get creative?”

“Nah-nah-no!” I squeaked.

“Go on, starlet.”

“You’re here because you want to be! In my bed, in my life, in my world!” I lay panting as he kept me effectively pinned in place with the promise of inserting his finger into my most private hole. Tickling the rim of it definitely got my attention. What he didn’t know was, I liked objects there but probably not for punishment. Though I had nothing to compare it to. I’d never in a million years think that we’d be in my bed with his finger threatening my pucker. I had vastly underestimated his Dominant side.

“Keep going, Charlene.”

“You want to help me rest! And heal my wrist! And do all the things I need to for the production. You’re not doing it out of pity or some stupid obligation. You’re doing it because you care about me.”

He dropped his finger from its precarious position, using the hand sanitizer on my nightstand before setting his hands on either side of my body.

“Very good, starlet. Now, are you going to stop your mouth from spouting out disparaging remarks or do I need to teach it a lesson with my cock?”

“Respectfully, Sir? Saying not to look at me in a pitiful fashion is not a ding at my self-worth.”

Pierce glanced up at my ceiling, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed, likely gathering patience that he was quickly running out of.

“Your brain is overthinking and I’d like to make it stop. No, your comments were not overly harsh but they weren’t great. I can’t predict the future, so I can’t promise you a ring or my last name today. But it doesn’t mean I’m not open to talking more about it. You mean a lot to me. More than you know.”

“You mean a lot to me too, Pierce.”

“I’ve been scared, babygirl. So fucking scared. Do you know how hard it is to admit that out loud? Especially to the woman whom I’m trying to win over?”

I held out my non-injured hand to him and he kissed each of my knuckles before lacing his fingers with mine. He held my hand to his face, nuzzling it against his cheek. His vulnerability made me want to sob. It wasn’t that he was aloof or trying to avoid the topic. No . Pierce made it sound like he’d been crushing on me maybe even as long as I had been on him. He had been afraid to dive into a relationship for some of the reasons he explained, and others we had yet to talk about. His openness made my heart clench. And my pussy.

“No one is perfect, Sir.” I found my voice but it cracked with emotion. “Certainly not me. But think about how boring it would be if everyone was perfect. There wouldn’t be any room to grow. I don’t think being scared shows weakness. You’re facing the things you’ve refused to talk about. That’s incredibly brave and it makes you one of the strongest people I know.”

Pierce kissed me softly, pressing his lips to mine.

“I care about you, Charlee. We have been friends for a long time. I said it once and I’ll say it again. I’m not going anywhere. Let’s enjoy learning what turns each other on. What makes us laugh, hell what makes us cry. Besides, after the first time I punish you, you might run for the hills.” He winked.

“I might. But I’m pretty sure you’ll chase me.” I sat up, meeting the broad expanse of his chest. Taking an extra moment to run my hands along his body, I sighed softly. “You will chase me, right?”

He nipped my chin. “I will. I’ll chase you all over this damn Ranch. Now, do you want to take a shower and think about what we are going to do for dinner tonight or should I finish what we started?”

“I’ll stop overthinking if you give me orgasms, Sir.”

“Demanding thing. Let’s see how many times I can make you scream.” Pierce gave a cocky grin as he lowered his boxer briefs, removing them.

I wanted to see what he was working with but he kissed my neck, distracting me. “Sir,” I whined.

“Tell me what you like, babygirl. Fast? Slow… rough…” Pierce licked and sucked as he teased. “Gentle?”

“Yes, please. Whatever you want.” I would have said anything to have him inside of me. After our flirtatious banter and the way we’d been sharing our vulnerabilities, I desperately needed to be intimate. Or at least more intimate.

“So what I’m hearing is that you want Daddy to choose?”

I wisely refrained from giving him a piece of my mind because it would pause the action further. “I’m not being difficult on purpose. I haven’t had sex in a while. Sometimes I don’t remember what I like.”

“All right, baby.”

Pierce tore open the condom, rubbing himself hard. I should have been more polite but my patience had disappeared. Watching him stroke his thick cock had me panting. His eyes blazed with lust. I ground against the mattress impatiently as I desperately sought some friction to ease the arousal burning through me. “I’m so fucking wet, Sir.”

He rolled on the condom, his eyes hooded as he swallowed hard. “Spread your legs for me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I shifted upward and obeyed. I had expected myself to feel more self-conscious since we were both naked, but all I saw was desire whenever he directed his gaze along my body.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m in the moment, not in my head.”

“Good girl. You’re being such a good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I said, melting into a puddle of goo and he’d barely touched me yet. I clearly had a praise kink. If he would call me his good girl, I’d do whatever the heck he wanted. Pierce raised my right leg and set it on his shoulder. He kissed the top of my foot and then my ankle, rubbing gently. He adjusted himself, placing himself in between my thighs. I took a snapshot in my mind of the way Pierce looked. Muscular in some places but with something close to adoration on his handsome face. He pushed the tip of his cock inside my dripping pussy, entering a little at a time while my body grew accustomed to his girth.

“You feel so good around me, baby,” he said, thrusting in and out. “Are you okay?”

“I’m so okay, so much okay,” I said breathing heavily.

He chuckled probably at my odd wording choices, leaning closer to kiss me.

“Well, that’s new. You look like a goddess with your hair fanned out, your lips all pink and swollen. Mmmm I could admire this view for hours.”

“Same. Do you have any idea how handsome you are, Sir? You could be a movie star.” I ran my fingers along his hips as he increased the pace.

“I’m not a movie star, Charlee. But I’m glad you think I’m hot enough to be some heartthrob,” he teased.

“Oh!” I had been poised to sass him, to get our banter back but Pierce set my other leg on the same shoulder. The angle shifted. My pussy clenched around his thickness as he drove himself deeper. Our bodies were in sync as I matched his rhythm as best as I could on my back. “Sir, please–”

“What does my girl need? Tell Daddy.”

I hadn’t experimented with crazy sex positions or anything wild but he made my pleasure a priority. “Can… can I ride you?”

“Yes, babygirl. I have a position that should feel good for both of us.”

Pierce withdrew from my heat causing a whimper to fall out of my mouth as I missed the feeling of his cock inside me. He sat next to me on the bed, sliding down until his feet touched the floor.

“Come here, Charlee.”

I complied but I wasn’t entirely sure how to make it work. Pierce had me straddle his thighs, slowly lowering onto his cock. He held my hips assisting me with the movement. Soon I found a good pace, bouncing up and down along his shaft. I was wholly unprepared for the crazy amount of pleasure coursing through me.

“Oh, Sir. Holy fuck.”

“Just like that, Charlee. You feel so good in my lap. Riding my cock like a good girl.”

Shi t. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought Pierce was into dirty talk. He definitely had the growly, husky tone down. His words whispered into the shell of my ear drove me wild. “Yes, Sir! I’m close. So fucking close.”

“Such a dirty mouth when you’re riding Daddy. Keep going. Tell me how badly you want to come.”

“I’m almost there.”

“That’s a good girl. Come for Daddy.”

Pierce nipped the sweet hollow of my neck, releasing his hold on one hip only to find my clit. The added stimulation forced an orgasm. I came hard, barely with enough breath to say his name as endorphins flooded my system. He grunted in pure satisfaction as he arched, appearing to have his own release. We stayed still for a few moments allowing the haze to clear. Pierce slowly helped me to lie down. I heard him taking care of the condom before he rolled back to me, cradling my body against his.

“I’m a pile of bliss, Daddy.”

“That means I did something right. Let me hold you for a few minutes and then we can shower,” he whispered.

“You sound like you need a nap, Pierce.”

“I love the way you fit against me, beautiful. A post-orgasm nap could be on the agenda. I’ll order takeout for dinner.”

“And you’ll stay tonight? Or…”

“Yes, babygirl. I’ll stay here with you. Shh. No more overthinking. Just curl closer to Daddy.”

I doubted my ability to physically get any closer but I snuggled into him. His chest rose and fell as I listened to his heartbeat. We didn’t have anywhere to be the next few hours, so in his arms was where I’d stay. He wasn’t kidding about my brain potentially going into a place of over analyzing our conversations or the plan for the next three weeks, but I pushed those thoughts away consumed instead by peaceful sleep.