Page 24 of Daddy’s Muse (Bloody Desires #12)

“That’s my boy.” The look in his eyes then made me tremble all over again—hungry, possessive, satisfied, like I’d just given him everything he ever wanted.

“Pappa, I—I need you,” I panted, shuddering at the aching emptiness of my hole.

“Yeah? Do you want me to make you come again?”

“Mmhm,” I mumbled, my brain feeling fuzzy with need.

“Do you want Pappa to use his hand on your cock? Or do you want something… else?”

“I-I want you to touch me down there…” I whined, grinding down on him.

Pappa feigned ignorance, teasing me. “Down where? You’ll have to be more specific, sweetheart.”

“My… my butt…” I whispered.

His hand around my waist slid down, and I moaned loudly as he squeezed my ass cheek in his palm.

“Like this?” he chuckled.

I huffed in frustration.

“Or… maybe you want to be touched… here?” He dragged a finger through my crease, stopping at my rim.

“Please,” I gasped, “there.”

His finger pressed against my hole, rubbing slow circles through my pants.

Pappa leaned his head forward, licking a stripe up my neck. At my ear, he whispered roughly, “Do you need Pappa to touch you inside?”

I nodded frantically, crying out when both of his hands slipped under my waistband and gripped my cheeks.

Pappa rose from his chair, my legs tightly wrapping around him, and my hands clenching his shoulders.

“Whoa,” I yelped, clinging to my Pappa like a koala. “Where are we going?”

“Bedroom. I don’t want to hurt you, so we need lube,” Pappa stated, walking us through the house. He didn’t hold back from kneading my ass on the way.

Once we reached the bed, he gently released me, and I fell back with my legs spread. Pappa smirked, then walked to his nightstand, pulling open the top drawer. With a bottle of lube now in hand, he joined me on the bed.

“Okay, lille prinsen. Ready?”

I nodded, hesitated, then shook my head.

Pappa sat back on his haunches, looking concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Um…” I mumbled, my cheeks pinking. “I wanna hold Pilsby while you do it.”

Pappa’s concerned look melted away, replaced by heat and adoration. “Whatever you need.” He reached over to my pillow, retrieving the bunny. “Here, baby.”

I clutched Pilsby to my chest, breathing in his soft fur. “Okay, ready now, Pappa,” I said.

Pappa smiled before lifting my hips and situating a pillow under my low back. His gaze darkened as I relaxed into it.

“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasped, stroking my thigh. “I wish you could see yourself like this, kaninen min. All laid out for me like an offering. So sweet.”

I blushed and nuzzled into my stuffie.

Pappa helped me raise my legs, keeping them bent at the knee. He let out a groan as he pulled my cheeks apart, taking a close look at my puckered hole.

I curiously watched as he clicked open the top of the lube bottle and poured some onto his fingers, getting them slick and shiny.

As he brought them to my hole, he told me, “It might feel a little weird at first—even sting, but it shouldn’t hurt. If it hurts, I need you to tell me, okay? Can you promise me that?”

I sucked in a breath, feeling a bit nervous, and hugged Pilsby closer, shivering at the feel of his softness against my nipples. “I promise, Pappa.”

The pressure at my rim grew stronger, and I gasped as the tip of his finger breached. It didn’t hurt, but he was right; it felt kinda strange.

He shot a worried glance up at me.

“I’m okay,” I breathed out.

His worry faded, and he kept eye contact as he pushed his finger in little by little. I clenched down, whimpering at the feel.

Pappa began to move the digit back and forth, bringing it almost all the way out before pushing it back in.

The motion soon changed the strange feeling into one of pleasure. My gut began to simmer with desire, and after a few minutes, I started to ache for more.

“Pappa,” I whimpered.

“Ja?”

“Another, please…”

“So polite, asking for more,” he purred, pulling his finger out before pushing back into my tight channel with another.

I twisted Pilsby’s long, floppy ear around my hand as I adjusted to the stretch.

“Good boy, hug your bunny while Pappa stretches your little hole,” he crooned, making me gasp as he began scissoring his fingers inside me, pushing against my inner walls.

“ Pappa ,” I cried out sharply as he pressed against a spot that shot white-hot pleasure up my spine. “There, please, please!”

“Yeah? Right here?” He crooked both his fingers and rubbed them against my special spot.

“Mhmm,” I whined, toes curling.

Pappa’s fingers sped up, thrusting in and out, drawing moan after moan from deep in my chest.

“Are you going to come for Pappa, my love?” he groaned, leaning in to press kisses into my inner thighs.

I trembled, feeling my orgasm build and build.

“Pappa, my d-dick, please !”

His hand wrapped around my dripping cock. Almost immediately, I erupted, bucking into his grip.

Pappa growled, releasing my dick and unzipping his pants to free his. I shook, covered in goosebumps, limbs limp against the mattress, my gaze focused on his hand, desperately jerking his length.

He punched his hips forward, fucking wildly into his fist. It didn’t take long before he let out a shout and came, spraying his load onto my abdomen.

Panting, he fell forward, catching himself on his hands. He kissed me deeply before rolling onto his side next to me and tugging me in to lay my head against his chest, our cum mixing together in the space between us.

“Love you,” I mumbled, eyes drifting closed.

* * *

We sat on the couch, a half-finished cup of tea in my hands, the late afternoon light spilling across the floor from the massive window in the den. Pappa had the news on low in the background, but his focus was more on me than anything else.

“You look like you’re thinking too hard,” he said softly, brushing his thumb over my knuckles.

I laughed under my breath. “Maybe.” A pause. “I was just… thinking about pets, actually.”

“Pets?” His brow lifted with mild surprise, though there was a warmth there too.

“Yeah.” I shrugged, embarrassed by how silly it felt. “I’ve always wanted one. A dog, or a cat. Something small. Just… I never could.”

“Why not?” His voice stayed gentle, but I could feel him trying to read me.

I chewed my lip, debating how much to tell him. But Pappa had a way of pulling the words out of me, like keeping them in was worse than letting them go.

“When I was little, it wasn’t even an option,” I said quietly.

“My parents… they weren’t the kind of people who could even take care of themselves, let alone a kid or a pet.

We didn’t really have a home—just… couches, cars, stuff like that.

And when I finally lived with my grandparents, well…

money was tight. I couldn’t ask them to feed another mouth.

Not when they were already doing so much for me. It just felt selfish, you know?”

Pappa’s hand tightened over mine, firm, grounding. His gaze softened, though there was a shadow in it too—something protective, something angry at a past he couldn’t change for me.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling me a little closer, “you deserved a safe home, and a pet to curl up with, and every other little thing you dreamed about.”

My throat felt thick. “I know. But it’s okay. I’m… I’m used to not having those things.”

He tilted my chin until I had to meet his eyes. “Colby. You don’t have to ‘get used to’ not having anymore. You’re with me now. If you want a pet, we’ll get one. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.”

I let out a startled laugh, shaking my head. “I can’t just— It’s not that easy, Pappa.”

“Why not?” His expression was steady, resolute. “I can afford it. And you—” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “—you’ve earned it. You deserve everything you’ve ever gone without.”

The words settled into my chest like a weight and a balm all at once. I blinked hard, fighting the sting behind my eyes. “You always make it sound so simple.”

“That’s because it is.” His thumb traced over the back of my hand again, patient, steady. “If it makes my boy happy, then it’s simple.”

I leaned back against the cushions, pulling my knees up a little, like I could tuck the old ache away with my body.

“Sometimes I used to imagine it,” I admitted, my voice low.

“Like… if I had a dog, maybe I wouldn’t have felt so alone all the time.

Someone who would’ve been excited to see me.

Someone I wouldn’t have had to earn love from. Just… unconditional.”

Pappa’s jaw flexed, his eyes darkening, though his touch stayed gentle on my hand. I could tell he hated hearing it, hated knowing I’d ever gone without that kind of warmth.

“I’d imagine coming home from school, and there’d be this little wagging tail waiting for me. Or—” I gave a tiny laugh, self-conscious. “—a cat, purring on my pillow, like they were waiting just for me. It sounds so childish, doesn’t it?”

“Sweetheart,” Pappa said firmly, “there’s nothing childish about wanting to be loved.”

My chest tightened, and I had to look down, tracing the rim of my mug just to keep from crying outright. “I know it’s silly to want those things now. I mean… I’m grown. I should be over it.”

“Colby.” His voice sharpened, making me look at him. His eyes were steady, heated in that way that made my pulse skip. “You’re never too old to want comfort, or love, or to heal the parts of you that were left hurting.”

My throat burned, and before I could stop it, a tear slipped down. “I don’t want you to think I’m weak. That’s my biggest fear—that one day, you’ll see me as too much work.”

He caught the tear with his thumb, his touch warm and unyielding. “You are not weak. You are not too much. You’re mine. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that you’ll never be left behind again.”

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering so loud I could barely hear the TV anymore. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” He kissed my forehead, lingering there for a breath. Then, pulling back, he gave me a look that sent a shiver through me—soft and commanding all at once. “Get up, sweetheart.”

I blinked at him. “What? Why?”

“Because we’re going,” he said simply, standing and tugging me up by the hand.

“Going where?”

His mouth curved into the smallest smile, but there was no mistaking the determination in his eyes. “To the shelters. We’re going to find you that wagging tail—or that purring pillow. Whatever you want. Today.”

My breath caught. “Pappa, you don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t.” His fingers squeezed mine. “But I want to. It’ll be nice knowing that you have someone to cuddle with when I’m out of the house.”

And just like that, the lump in my throat turned into a laugh that trembled on its way out, and I let him pull me up into his arms.

“I love you,” I cried, nuzzling into him.

“I love you more.”

I wiped my tears against his shirt. “How do you say ‘I love you’ in Norwegian, Pappa?”

“Jeg elsker deg.” Pappa kissed my forehead.

“Jeg elsker deg,” I copied, grinning when it ended up sounding right.