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Chapter Seven

Colby

Oh, wow. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this soft. Like all the bones in my body had been replaced with warm pudding and whatever magical stuff they put in weighted blankets. My thoughts were syrupy and slow, my limbs heavy in the best way.

I was warm. I was full. I was safe.

And best of all, I was really his. Not just his sugar baby. I belonged to Daddy now.

Grant had tucked the fuzzy blanket around me like I was something precious—because apparently I was, to him—and the quiet approval in his voice every time I did what he asked was something I already knew I would never, ever get enough of.

After feeling so off-kilter and frazzled all day, my brain had gone completely melty sometime between “Good boy” and “Daddy’s got you,” and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted it back.

We were done eating, and, vaguely, I felt like I should… well, do something. What, I had no clue. Being smooshed up against him on the couch for the rest of all eternity was perfectly fine with me, because it was perfect.

I could still taste the chocolate milkshake he’d ordered for me even though I hadn’t asked.

I was surrounded by the cedar and crisp cotton scent of him, getting a heady dose of it every time I shifted against him.

And his hand—god, his hand —was smoothing gently over my spine in slow, steady passes that made me feel so good I could barely remember being that other version of me just a few hours ago, the one that felt like a frayed wire with too many sparks flying out.

I’d wistfully wanted a Daddy ever since I started reading about it online. And then, after getting to know Grant, I’d fantasized about him being my Daddy. But for all that wishing and fantasizing, I hadn’tactually realized how badly I’d needed it until I finally got it.

Because this? This was everything .

“Colby,” he said softly, tipping my chin up.

I blinked at him slowly, my whole body feeling soft and floaty, my eyes half-lidded, and my heart purring like a loved-up kitten. “Mmm?”

He smiled at me, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re staying here tonight, baby.”

He said it like wasn’t even a question… because it wasn’t.

Daddy was in charge.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered happily, getting an even deeper smile for that. One that made my knees weak and butterflies burst to life in my belly.

Oh god, it was true, wasn’t it? Really true.

He loved me.

And just like he could read my mind now, he leaned in and kissed me—soft, slow, deep, proving it.

My toes curled. My cock started to plump up. I clutched at him like I never wanted to let him go, because I didn’t.

By the time he pulled back, I was breathless and a little dizzy, my heart glowing so brightly I was shocked he wasn’t squinting from it.

“Time for bed?” I asked hopefully, my heart giving another wonderful flutter when he laughed.

“Not yet. Shower first, babyboy,” he said. “Come on.”

My pulse gave a full-body shiver of agreement, and I let him pull me to my feet, warm fingers laced through mine as he guided me down the hall, keeping his hand around mine like I might float away if he let go.

Which, to be fair, I probably would have.

Grant led me through his bedroom, straight to the en suite, then leaned in, brushing his lips over my cheek as he murmured, “Let me take care of you. Daddy wants to spoil you tonight, baby. Will you let me?”

He already was, but I nodded for him anyway, too blissed out to do anything else.

Grant turned on the water, checked the temperature, then turned to me with that soft-but-commanding look that melted me every time. “Arms up.”

I obeyed, quiet and trusting as he peeled off the hoodie, helped me step out of the rest, and stripped off his clothes, too.

And… wow. I mean, we’d done some things.

Hand-and-mouth things only, thanks to that clause in the contract about no anal.

But I hadn’t seen him fully naked, not once, during my time as his sugar baby.

Not until now.

And it was definitely worth the wait. My Daddy was gorgeous.

My cock started to rise, excitement heating my blood, but for all that I had a perfectly healthy libido, I didn’t feel impatient at all. He’d promised to take care of me, and I absolutely knew that he would… when he was ready to.

Until then, I was more than happy to wait, because waiting—letting Daddy be in charge while I got to float in this lovely, happily blissful cloud of joy—was so good that anything extra almost didn’t matter.

Well, almost.

Being naked with him was definitely making me horny, but I trusted him to do something about that eventually, and that was enough.

Besides, it wasn’t like I wanted to miss out on this—his hands all over me, slow and reverent, guiding me into the stream of water like I was something precious while he looked down at me with so much adoration on his face that I almost wanted to cry.

“Love you,” I choked out, my cheeks heating up since I wasn’t used to being able to say that to him yet.

“I love you, too, precious boy. Now turn around and let me get you clean,” he murmured, positioning me under the warm spray and then working shampoo that smelled just like him into my hair.

I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I leaned back into his touch. I couldn’t help it. The feel of his fingers working through my hair, massaging gently at my scalp, and the firm, wet heat of his body behind me?

Heaven. Almost better than sex.

Although I had to admit, the thick length of his cock rising and pressing against my lower back had me looking forward to that, too.

“Good?” he murmured, kissing my temple.

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed out. “So good. Thank you.”

“Believe me, sweet boy, it is absolutely my pleasure. You deserve to feel good, and I plan on being the one to make that happen from now on.”

He always had been the one, since the day I became his.

But now? God, it really did feel like a fairytale come true.

Every word, every touch, was sinking into my skin like balm.

And sure, I was horny. Who wouldn’t be with someone as sexy as Daddy touching them like this?

But somehow, it wasn’t making me frantic to get on with things.

It was soothing, tender, romantic , the lust building in a long, slow burn instead of a blazing inferno.

I didn’t even know when my breathing had slowed, but it had.

I didn’t even realize I was swaying on my feet until Grant caught me by the hips and steadied me with a smile, turning me to face him.

“My sweet boy,” he said, voice a low rumble as he dragged the washcloth down my chest, over my ribs, around my hips, so tender it felt like love and worship all at once. “You’re so good for me. Can I get you all the way clean?”

I nodded, feeling hazy and wonderful and not quite sure what he meant, but knowing that whatever it was, my answer would always be yes.

But then he gently parted my ass cheeks, running the washcloth between them, and I realized he meant… all the way clean. Intimately clean. Clean inside, and ready to take his cock.

Daddy was finally going to fuck me.

He dropped the washcloth, brushing my hole with his fingertips instead, and I moaned, pressing my cheek to his collarbone.

“ Please. ”

His cock throbbed against my stomach as he leaned down to press a kiss below my ear. “Baby, you never have to beg, but it’s still sweet to hear. I’m going to take such good care of you tonight. Do you trust me, sweet boy? Letting me inside you isn't something to rush. If you aren't ready?—”

"I am," I blurted, my cock jerking against his thigh as I clutched at him, all the slow, languid, I-could-wait-forever feeling from earlier burned away in a hot, heady rush of need. "I want you to. Please, Daddy. I want to be all the way yours tonight."

"Oh, baby. You've always been all mine," he growled, then nipped the sensitive spot just below my ear, making me shudder. "Let me finish getting us both clean, and then I'll show you."

I nodded, my breath hitching in excitement as he followed through on that promise and made quick work of completing our shower, drying me off with the softest, fluffiest towel in existence afterward, and then leading me to his bed.

I wasn't a virgin. I'd had boyfriends. Well, just two, but still, I knew what to expect and I loved bottoming.

So it made no sense at all that I was shaking as he laid me out the way he wanted me, his strong, warm hands stroking down my spine, over my ass, and along the backs of my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake and a trail of fire.

It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It wasn't a rush to get inside me or a quick round of cold lube and impatient fingers.

It was Daddy .

And I absolutely, positively, was not ready to feel him spread my legs and lick my asshole.

My whole body bucked, a sharp, shocked moan breaking from me.

I'd been wrong. I didn't know what to expect. I'd never had anyone do this before, and as much as I enjoyed anal stuff, I'd had no earthly idea that rimming could feel like this good.

Daddy's tongue was like a holy revelation, his hands holding my ass cheeks open, his thumbs spreading me wide, and the soft, velvety rasp of his end-of-day stubble against my skin the most perfect counterpoint to the hot, slick, velvet-rough glide of his tongue over my most sensitive, intimate place.

"Oh—fuuuuuck. Daddy, please ," I panted, burying my face in his pillows and grabbing a double handful of his duvet just to keep from flying apart.

"So good, babyboy," he rasped, his hot breath against my ass making me shudder and moan again. "Relax and let Daddy make you feel good. I'm going to get you good and ready for me, sweetheart. I've been wanting this for way too long, and you're delicious."

He had?

I was?

Oh god, he was going to wreck me... and I'd never wanted anything more.

Then his tongue was back, licking into me like I was a dessert course. Circling and teasing, and then, oh my god, pushing so deeply inside me that it had my back arching with pleasure and my cock pulsing where it was trapped under my body.

I cried out, my whole body shaking, sure I was going to come too soon, come from this alone, if he kept it up.

Which he did.

"Daddy, Daddy," I chanted, not even sure what I was asking for anymore. I wanted more of his tongue. More of this overwhelming pleasure. More of feeling cherished by him. And I wanted to come .

But I also wanted to be good for him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to be fucked, and I wanted to know he was getting pleasure from this, too.

So I should ask him to stop... right?

I should...

I...

"Fuck, you're so perfect, baby," Grant growled, the vibration of his voice and the scrape of his stubble against my sensitized flesh sending shivers all through me.

"Such a good boy for your Daddy. You taste so fucking sweet, and your pretty little hole is opening up like a dream.

But I want you to come for me, baby. Can you do that?

Can you come for Daddy, just from me loving on your hole? "

Warmth spread through my whole body, starting in my heart and saturating every limb.

I didn't have to wonder what I should do. Daddy would always tell me. And yes, god yes, if he wanted me to come like this, then I would. I would do anything for him.

He bit down lightly on the meat of my ass, making me jolt and gasp, then soothed it with his tongue as he pulled my hips back toward his face.

"Come on, baby. I can feel how close you are. Be good and show me how much you love it."

"Daddy, Daddy," I whimpered, rocking my hips back and shamelessly, greedily rubbing myself against his face as he went back to work on my hole, sucking and licking.

Kissing and biting. Thrusting his tongue into me hard and fast, like a preview of coming attractions, while he reached underneath me and wrapped a hand around my straining cock.

One firm stroke, a twist of his wrist, and a growl against my flesh was all it took.

My body went bowstring taut, a broken cry ripping from my throat as I came, shuddering, all over his fist.