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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

J ohnny and Isolde didn’t leave his old room, with the exception of Johnny’s secretive excursions to the clubhouse kitchen for food and drink. The fact that everyone in the MC, including Deacon, knew they were a couple and most likely had spent hours making love was a heady and liberating sensation.

Their hiding days were over.

Early the next day, they decided to come up for air after Johnny went hunting for Cel. He found her in her private living room, and, after many apologies and promises to replace the ripped shorts, she gave him a set of long pink overalls and a T-shirt Isolde could wear.

Back in their room, Johnny showed Isolde the clothes. “Let’s go take a shower.”

“Ooh. Pink,” Isolde said admiringly. She took the overalls from him and held them in front of her. “I likes them.”

There it was. She’d regressed. This was the right moment to talk. He sat at the edge of the bed and held out his hand. She gazed at it for a moment, then lifted her eyes to him .

“Daddy?”

“Sit here, baby.” He patted his thighs.

Isolde grinned, then swiveled her hips playfully. “On Daddy’s lap?”

“Yes.”

“No clothes?” She tossed the overalls to the side and spread both arms, displaying her beautiful naked body.

His cock stiffened under his shorts, and Johnny wiped a hand over his mouth and whiskered jaw. He had to respect her regression, but it wouldn’t be easy.

“That’s fine,” he said with some difficulty.

“Okay.” She tossed the overalls on the bed, then sat sideways on his thighs. Her soft scent and the warmth of her bare skin were wrecking his control. Taking a deep breath, he silently counted to five. But Isolde curled herself up, then, in an utterly sweet and trusting gesture, leaned sideways into his chest. He was so moved, tears he’d never felt in his life blurred his vision. He closed his eyes and put his arms around the love of his life.

“We’ve been through a lot, and I have to ask you something.”

“What is it, Daddy?”

“I’m a strict Daddy. I have rules. You don’t know them all, but as we go on, I’ll explain. Most revolve around your health and safety because you’re the most precious person in my life. I won’t allow anyone, not even you, to harm yourself. I expect obedience at all times. Excess brattiness will be punished, so be careful when you fight me. I’m also a sexual Dominant, and I’ve confirmed you’re a submissive. Here, we have latitude. I intend to explore and push your limits, but I will never force you. My aim is to fulfill your every wish, bring you pleasure, provide for you, and protect you for as long as I live.” He paused for a long breath. She didn’t move. “Do you accept my terms? There’s still time to back out.”

She lifted her head. “No. There’s no backing out. I know what you’re offering. It’s exactly what I hope to get from you. I told my father you had the life experience I needed to be happy. There’s more I didn’t say. I deeply desire your dominance, your stern rules, and daily care. I want to know pleasure and pain with you. I can’t wait for my next spanking and everything else in your arsenal. And you were right, living without you would be cruel. It’s not an option. I only have one request.”

Slowly, she uncurled and stared at him.

“You can have it, whatever it is, as long as it doesn’t hurt you.”

A mischievous glint flashed through her eyes. She smiled. “Hurt me? Not at all.” Isolde continued to slide down his leg. She knelt on the floor, then, wiggling close to his knees, she gently pulled his legs apart and slid in between.

Oh, fuck. She’d been hinting at this for a while.

“Baby?”

She stretched her torso in a challenging stance. “You said every pleasure. Will you deny me this?”

Trapped by his own words.

“I won’t.” He let out a long sigh and dropped back on his elbows as she released the waist snap of his shorts and pulled the zipper down.

Clasping his hips with her small hands, she directed, “Lift.”

It was time he put himself in her hands and let her explore at will. He thrust up his hips, and she slid his shorts down to his ankles. Unfettered, his erection jerked up, and she licked her lips.

It was all too wild. Isolde was a seductive vision, a tempting siren with her creamy skin, perky breasts with pebbled nipples, and long, dark hair flowing down her back. Her anticipation was so obvious and heady, the room spun for him. He wondered if he could keep himself upright long enough to watch her marvelous mouth work on him.

She wrapped her soft hands around his cock and licked the crown, and Johnny understood the meaning of glory. Isolde opened her lips and slowly descended, taking him into her warm mouth as far as she could go, then pulled up, revealing one inch at a time, his cock glistening with her saliva. The pleasure was unbearable. Even the light scraping of her teeth along his skin was delicious torture. But his adorable vixen knew how to tease him. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from his balls to his crown, stopped at the top, and did it all over again.

On the next stop, she stared into his eyes with an unspoken question.

“What?” he panted.

A smile tugged at her lips. He understood what she had in mind when her fingertips tickled and fondled his balls and slowly moved up his perineum in a mind-blowing caress. She ventured a bit higher, and he growled, “Not yet.”

“Oh, but…” She pouted and he laughed.

“We’ll get there.” He sat up. “But since you’re so curious. I’ll give you a taste.”

Johnny put his arms under her armpits and easily lifted her from the floor. As she squealed, he dropped her on the bed face down. “You know what I want,” he barked. “Show me your ass.”

As she settled on hands and knees, she protested, “Daddy, I wasn’t finished.”

“You are now.” He pushed her leg aside, spreading her butt cheeks wide enough to present her puckered hole. “Sorry, baby girl. My toys are at home. This will do for an intro. Open your mouth. Lick my finger. Get it real wet.” He put his finger in her mouth, and she swirled her tongue around it. Quickly, he took it out, then pressed the tip to the opening of her ass.

“Bear down.”

As she obeyed, her rim relaxed, and his finger slid into her cushioned depths. She arched her neck, making soft mewling sounds.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed. “You’re so hot. Baby, I can’t wait to bury my cock in your sweet ass.” He pumped his finger in and out. “Talk to me. Tell me?”

“Daddy, I…”

“What?” He slapped her butt cheek. “Don’t hold back. I have to know. Is it good? Does it hurt?”

Isolde arched her torso. “It burns,” she said, but the movement had lifted her butt. “I feel invaded, taken in every way. I like it. Give me your cock, Daddy. Hurt me, tear me apart.”

Goodness, passion had taken control of Isolde and erased all her inhibitions. Anal sex brought out the most primal emotions in humans. The level of possession was so thorough and intense, it elicited unrestrained frenzies. Someone, meaning him, had to stay in control.

“I could hurt you, baby. You’re not prepared. Soon. I promise. And you’ll fly.”

Carefully, he slid out his finger and squared his hips behind her butt. Lining up his cock, he dove into her slick sheath. “How’s that?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

He kissed the middle of her back and between her shoulders as he continued to pump hard into her. “Next time, we’ll do double penetration,” he crooned. “You’ll go mad.”

“Whatever you want, Daddy.”

Without stopping, he reached under her in search of her clit. The nub was puffy and warm. Twisting it between his fingers, he tugged and pressed repeatedly. She jerked under him as she clenched around his cock.

“That’s it. Let go, honey.”

“Daddy!” Shouting, she came apart in his arms. He secured her against him as he ejected his last bit of cum into her core.

Both collapsed on the bed.

Johnny had no idea what time it was. He’d come back from Cel’s private area early, then got pleasantly sidetracked. Curled up close to him, Isolde was in a deep sleep. Her cute snores gave her away. He stretched his neck to get situated. Amazingly, Cel’s pink overalls and T-shirt had rolled to one corner of the bed. Shit, if both pieces hadn’t fallen on the floor, his love-making abilities were slacking.

“Come on, baby.” He nudged her shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“We don’t want to blow the day away.”

“Okay.” Smiling, she turned to face him.

He kissed her forehead. “Let’s take a shower.”

“Oh, yes. Where did Cel’s clothes go?”

“Not far.” He laughed, jutted his chin toward the overalls, and moved toward the door. On the way, he put on the shorts she’d discarded during their play. He opened it, glanced at the hallway, and closed it again.

“I’ll need more clothes.”

“Shower first, then we go shopping for you. Cel said you might have to roll the legs up. She’s taller.”

“True. But how am I going to walk out? I have nothing to wear now.”

“Here.” He picked up a folded, clean towel from the top of the dresser and wrapped it around her. “Come on. The hallway’s empty.”

Holding her hand, he hurried to the bathroom several doors down. He locked the door, then turned on the water. “Be careful getting in. The tub is old. Could be slippery.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Johnny removed his shorts, pulled aside the shower curtain to get in, and a giggling Isolde greeted him with a splash of water to his face .

“You are a minx.” He fought to pull her under the spray. She resisted a little, but he won anyway.

“No, no, no,” she spluttered, moving dripping hair out of her face.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Leaning forward, he caged her between his arms, then thrust his leg between hers. Lifting his thigh, he pressed it against her sex. “I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured.

Isolde wrapped her arms around his neck. “Oh, Daddy.”

Several abrupt thumps on the door stopped the games. “Go play somewhere else. Other people use this bathroom,” a deep voice shouted.

“That’s Axel.” Johnny burst out laughing. “Be right out.”

“Hurry it up. I gotta shower. Some of us have stuff to do.”

“Hold your horses,” Johnny shouted. “We just started. Come back in ten.”

“Make it nine,” Axel retorted.

“Fuck off,” Johnny grumbled. “I said ten.”

“All right, all right.”

“He’s gone, and we need to hurry.” In moments, he ended their shower and carefully carried Isolde out of the tub. They finished dressing before the ten minutes were up and left the bathroom clean for Axel’s use.

Back in his bedroom, he asked, “Hungry?”

“Ravenous.”

He glanced at his watch and grinned. It was still morning.

“Let’s go eat.”

They found Blade sitting at the small table in the clubhouse kitchen, buttering a slice of toast. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the space. “Hello there,” he said with a pleasant expression. “What’s on your schedule today?”

Johnny glanced at Isolde with some bewilderment. They had nothing pending. No one was chasing them, and they didn’t have to hide and be careful. “Well… Isolde needs clothes and?—”

“Can we go see Gomez, Daddy?”

Blade chuckled softly, then took a bite of his toast. If anyone would catch on to the endearment, it would be Blade. After all, he lived the lifestyle.

Johnny scratched his forehead. “Well, baby, I don’t know if we can. They have him in ICU because he’s hanging by a thread. As far as I know, visitors aren’t usually allowed.”

“I feel so bad, and we owe him so much,” she moaned. “I was hoping to get a glimpse of Gomez, even if we’re not allowed to talk to him.”

Seeking guidance, Johnny turned to his prez. “Blade? Thoughts?”

Blade leaned his chin on his fist. “In some situations, the voices of friends or loved ones are welcome because the sound helps the patients heal. That being said, Captain Weaver is also anxious to see him. He’ll tell us when Gomez can receive visitors.”

“I hope it’s soon.” Isolde grinned. “That would be so great.”

“What would be so great?” Barron asked as he entered the kitchen. “Morning, guys.”

“Hey, you’re up early,” Blade said.

Barron glanced at his watch and shrugged. “Not really. Yoanni left for the station a while ago.” He went straight for the coffee maker and poured himself a mug. “They’re doing some kind of records auditing. What are you doing out here, Blade? This is our kitchen.”

“Correction, dude, both kitchens are mine.” Blade took another bite of his toast. “Cel has a project going in the family kitchen. There’s flour everywhere. Why are you here?”

“I decided to ride Johnny’s bike over.” Barron sat next to his friend. “I didn’t know if you wanted it already. ”

“Hey, man. I’m so grateful for everything you did. We can swap wheels. I’ll take the bike back.”

Barron waved a hand. “I don’t need the truck, if that’s what it sounded like. Keep it awhile longer if it’s easier to move around with Isolde.”

“We have a second truck for MC business,” Blade said. “It’s rarely used. You can drive it while you decide what you’re going to do. By the way, we didn’t discuss this yesterday, but I told you and Isolde to drive to the clubhouse for a reason. I want you to stay where you’ll be guarded at all times. I haven’t spoken with Josh yet, so a truce hasn’t been declared. Rover and Deacon haven’t reached an agreement. This means the Steel Wolves are still hunting you. I don’t care if you’re going shopping or to the movies, you’re going nowhere alone. Get my meaning?”

“I do,” Johnny agreed. “Right?” He glanced at Isolde. She nodded.

“You guys, what’s with the gloom?” Viper and Shifter, followed by Trent, entered the kitchen. “Did something bad happen?”

Blade threw his hands up. “I’m out of here. This is getting too crowded. Seems like everyone decided to invade my space. It’s ruining my peaceful morning mood.”

“You’re such a fucking grouch,” Shifter grumbled. “First ofall, it’s ten in the morning. Not so early. And Ginny threw us out of the house. She told me to go do something productive at the agency.”

“Smart woman,” Blade said.

“How’re you doing, Isolde?” Viper asked gently. “I’m very happy to see you, sweetheart. Johnny took good care of you. Last night, I texted Sydney. She’s happy and relieved you’re both here and promised to tell Opal.”

“Thank you, Viper. I’ll call them later,” Isolde said .

“Fine.” Blade stood. “Make yourselves at home. Shifter knows this kitchen well enough. He’ll make y’all breakfast.”

“Hey. I don’t cook,” Shifter protested.

“Whatever,” Blade said. “Johnny, I’m calling Weaver to find out about Gomez. I’ll let you know what I learn, but if the hospital allows you guys to see him, Barron’s going with you.” He frowned. “I don’t want to hear a single complaint.”

“No complaints, Blade,” Johnny said.

“What am I doing?” Barron asked with a confused expression.

“You’re our designated babysitter,” Johnny explained. “At least for today.”

“Are you guys visiting Gomez?” Trent asked, frowning.

“We don’t know yet. Blade is calling first. Maybe they’ll let us take a peek at him. It’ll make Isolde happy.”

“I see,” Trent said.

Cel appeared at the doorway. She beckoned, and Blade walked quickly over. They spoke for a few seconds, then she hurried away.

“Gomez remains stable but critical,” Blade announced. “He’s being moved to an SDU, a step-down unit. If his condition continues to improve, the hospital may allow short visits in forty-eight hours.” He narrowed his gaze at Johnny. “Meanwhile, no unescorted outings, Johnny Gun Wells. You hear me?”

“Loud and clear, sir.” Johnny tapped his forehead, and Blade walked out with a huff.