Page 40 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)
Chapter Twenty-Five
The Ritz-Carlton, Grand Cayman Islands
Elle
Elle couldn’t remember the last time she had so much fun at a dance party… well, she did. She just didn’t want to admit that she had become a semi-hermit since culinary college. Ever since then, all her free time had been spent working and creating decadent desserts, building her business.
The music pulsed through the open-air pavilion as Damian led her through another dance. His movements were precise yet playful, matching her enthusiasm step by step. When the final notes faded, he dipped her low, drawing a delighted giggle from her lips.
“Enough, Daddy. I need a breather... and a drink. One of those cool, fruity cocktails served in a coconut or a pineapple.”
“Then you shall have one.” Damian guided her to their table on the patio, where the ocean breeze carried salt-tinged air and the distant sound of waves. Elle scanned the crowd as the waiter took their order, searching for a familiar broad-shouldered silhouette.
“When is Daddy Drake joining us? I wanna dance with him, too.” The words came out smaller than intended.
Drake’s absence left an uncomfortable void.
She had grown accustomed to his watchful presence and the way he seemed to anticipate her every move.
Without him nearby, she felt exposed, unanchored… naked.
“Daddy Drake is meeting up with some friends. He’ll be back later tonight. In the mean?—”
“Is he looking for another Little?” The question burst from her lips before she could stop it.
Oh, give me a break. You still intend to leave in a couple of weeks. What does it matter if he is? The mocking voice in her mind brought unwanted tears to her eyes. She blinked them back furiously. It matters because he doesn't know I’m going. He’s supposed to... to…
To what? Fall in love with you while you make plans to leave? How narrow-minded and selfish can you be, Elle?
“Why would you even ask such a question, Elle?” Damian’s voice turned sharp as his eyes flashed with barely contained anger. “We are committed to you. We have been for a very long time. You’re the one we want. You’re the one in our lives. Why would we be looking for another Little?”
“I’m sorry. It’s just... he’s always... we’re always together. I don’t understand why he would…” She stared at her clasped hands, shrinking under Damian’s disappointment. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to insult you. I just... miss him, I guess.”
“It pleases me to hear that, babygirl. It means that you are finally embracing your life with us.”
The waiter arrived with their drinks, an elaborate concoction that made Elle coo with delight at the first sip. Throughout dinner, she forced herself to focus on Damian, to appreciate his attentiveness and charm. He was her Daddy, too, and deserved more than being treated as a stand-in for Drake.
By the time they returned to their suite, Elle was drunk on more than just tropical cocktails. Damian’s tenderness throughout the evening wrapped around her like a warm blanket, making her feel wanted and, above all… loved.
How am I going to be able to walk away from this… from them?
The midnight hour
The Ritz-Carlton, Grand Cayman Islands
Elle
Elle leaned against the cool marble tiles with her eyes closed as steaming water cascaded over her curves, soothing her flesh and washing away the day’s tension. A soft sigh escaped her lips. “Heavenly,” she murmured as the luxurious shower interior cocooned her in warmth and comfort.
The click of the shower door opening didn’t startle her since she had been expecting him, anticipating her Daddy’s arrival with a flutter in her stomach.
Turning her head, she blinked through the water’s spray.
Her breath caught as she took in his powerful form.
With trembling fingers, she traced the muscles that had been honed from years of discipline, reveling at the rippling strength under her touch.
“Hi, Daddy,” she lilted and watched with a smile as his eyes darkened with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. Her gaze drifted lower, drawn to his jutting arousal. Heat instantly exploded in her core.
“Do you always walk around hard and ready?” she asked in a voice barely audible over the shower’s hiss.
A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he closed the door behind him. “Only for you, babygirl,” he rumbled. His voice resonated through her. “You still have no idea of the effect you have on us, little one. It’s like you were crafted just for us.”
His eyes glowed as he gently tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear. Electricity jolted through her at his touch. She leaned into his hand, craving more.
“Tell me what you want, little one.” His voice sounded strained as he pressed his thumb against her lower lip.
With her eyes fluttering closed, she leaned into his touch. “I want you, Daddy.” The desire was unmistakable in the quiver of her voice. “I want you to touch me, to take me, to make me yours.”
A low growl echoed in his chest, resonating through Elle’s body like a primal call, sending a shiver down her spine.
He captured her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss with an intensity that left her breathless.
His hands roamed over her body, tenderly exploring every curve, every dip, sparking her nerves to life as he mapped her flesh.
“Ohh, Daddy, that feels so good.” The moan crawled from deep within as he cupped her breasts and circled her nipples.
They swelled, growing heavy and sensitive under his touch.
Each brush of his thumb sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
She arched into his touch, craving more as her body ached with a hunger only he could satisfy.
The heat of his hands seared her skin, branding her as his. The slickness between her legs was a telltale sign that her body was ready for him and desperate for a more intimate touch.
“Such a good little girl,” he whispered against her lips.
Every stroke of his fingers, every press of his lips, sent waves of sensation coursing through her.
Elle’s body hummed with awareness. Her senses were heightened to the extent that she could smell the musk of his arousal, the unique scent that belonged to him.
She could taste the hunger that matched her own on his tongue.
“Keep your hands against the wall, babygirl,” he commanded in a voice rough with desire. “Don’t move them. Understand?”
She nodded, her breath hitching as she complied and pressed her palms flat against the cool marble. He rewarded her with a slow, sensual smile that promised pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
Damian took his time, further exploring her body with his hands and mouth, his touch both reverent and demanding.
He kneaded her breasts, sucking and nipping her nipples until she was a panting, writhing mess.
She squirmed as he trailed kisses over her stomach and dipped his tongue into her belly button.
She tensed, and her heart pounded wildly in anticipation when he moved lower, kneeling before her.
Looking up at her, his eyes turned dark with lust. “Spread your legs for me, babygirl,” he commanded softly as his hands gently coaxed her thighs apart.
Elle complied, her breath catching as he leaned in, his tongue tracing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. With shivers wracking over her, she curled her fingers against the marble, desperate for something to hold on to as he inched closer to her core.
Her body was a symphony of sensation, each note playing in perfect harmony, building toward a crescendo that promised to be explosive.
It continued to build, the pressure coiling tight in her belly as the ache between her legs grew more insistent with each touch and kiss.
She was a creature of need, of desire, and she was his to command, his to claim… his to possess.
And she wouldn't have it any other way.
“Daddy…” she wailed as the first touch of his tongue against her clit sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her.
She cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily.
Damian gripped her hips, holding her steady as he feasted on her.
He teased and suckled, drawing out a composition of moans and whimpers from deep within her.
“Daddy, please,” she begged, her body taut with lust. “I need more. I need you.”
Eyes darkening with hunger, he looked up at her. “Come for me first, little one.” His breath was hot against her sensitive flesh. “Come for me, then I’ll give you what you need.”
Redoubling his efforts, his tongue flicked against her clit with relentless precision. The pressure inside her became unbearable, then the coil snapped.
“Ahhh! Fuuuck!” Her scream echoed off the shower walls. Elle came undone as the orgasm crashed over her in waves of exquisite pleasure.
Damian straightened and gripped her hips, holding her steady as she rode out the climax. Then, with a swift, powerful thrust, he was inside her, claiming her with wild abandonment.
“Oh-oh… God, that feels so good!” Elle moaned as he locked eyes with her. He held her there, pinned against the wall, with his body commanding hers.
“You are so beautiful, little one.” With a slow, sensual smile, he began to move, each thrust deliberate, each roll of his hips designed to draw out maximum pleasure. “You feel so good, babygirl.” His voice was rough with desire. “So tight, so wet, and so fucking perfect.”
Elle could only whimper in response as her body was overwhelmed by sensation. She clung to him with her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs locked around his waist. He drove into her again and again, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.
“Now, love. Come with me, little one,” he commanded in a voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Now, Elle.”
With a final, powerful thrust, they both tumbled over the edge, their cries of pleasure echoing through the steam-filled chamber. Elle clung to him, her body shuddering with the force of the orgasm. Damian held her tight as his body shook with his own release.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Elle murmured as she slumped against the wall.
“No, baby girl. This is us… who we are. Our desires are in sync. All you ever have to do is ask if you need it fed. It doesn’t matter if one of your Daddies isn’t around. It’s allowed to be with just one of us. Remember that, Elle.”
“Is this why Daddy Drake isn’t here? To teach me we are a triad even though we’re not always together?”
“That wasn’t the intention, but if that’s the lesson you learned, it served the purpose.”
Elle smiled wanly. Suddenly, they offered her choices. It was confusing since it was in contrast to always making the choices for her. How the hell was she supposed to keep her focus on pretending she was going to stay when they kept changing the rules?
With a sigh, she gave over to Damian as he gently washed and dried her with tender care.
“Hmm,” she sighed as he wrapped her in a soft towel before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. “I’ve never had a shower like that,” she lilted as Damian began to massage her sated muscles.
Elle drifted off, lulled by his gentle touch. A soft smile played on her lips. She was safe, she was cherished, and she was loved. And in that moment, nothing else mattered except…
“I miss Daddy Drake,” she murmured as sleep claimed her.