Page 83 of Monster Daddies

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to save dinner.” He took the loofah from her. “How about I wash your back instead?”

It was a small consolation. “Okay, but then it’s my turn.”

He laughed, “Ellie, that would take longer than the sex would have.” He poured way too much body wash on the mesh ball and began to wash her back in slow, sensuous circles.

It felt heavenly, so she shut up and enjoyed it. Eyes drifting closed, she zoned out and let him take care of her. And althoughshe felt bad about the one-sided attention, he did have a point. He was much bigger than she was, looming over her without even trying.Andhe had a lot more surface area to scrub, so when he rinsed her and turned off the water, she didn’t complain.

Much. A little subvocal whining barely counted.

He dried her thoroughly with a plush towel, but when it came to himself, he simply did an allover shake that splattered the room with water droplets and left him more-or-less dry. “There, how’s that for fast? Did we save dinner?”

She sniffed. “I don’t smell anything burning so… probably.” She flashed him a grin.

“I’ll pull things off the stove while you get dressed,” he suggested.

Ellie snorted, one eyebrow rising. “Surprised you want me dressed at all.”

“You’re the one who wanted dinner first. If you’re naked I can pretty much guarantee we won’t be eating.”

That was a good point. “I’ll be right out, Daddy.”

After he left, she pulled on a plain nightshirt. It was new, washed once without detergent, but never worn. She hadn’t even looked at the generic design before she’d bought it, and now she saw it was screen printed with a glass of wine and some kitschy saying that made her roll her eyes. It didn’t matter; it would be gone by morning anyway.

She’d learned, the hard way, not to bother with sexy lingerie. It was a waste of money and never lasted more than a night. And she certainly wasn’t going to wear something she loved, because that wouldn’t survive either. She certainly wasn’t going to wear a ratty old pair of pajamas on date night, so she compromised with cheap, but comfortable and easily replaceable, loungewear.

It seemed to work for both of them.

Dinner was on the table when she came out. She ignored her chair and settled in his lap instead. They touched each otheras much as possible when they were together; being separated, even by just a short distance, created a longing that could quickly become unbearable, though he said it would get easier with time.

Their bonding was still new. When he was out of sight, she could focus on other things without too much stress. But having him there and not touching… that drove her crazy. So they enjoyed the closeness while they ate, but it wasn’t conducive to a relaxing meal, and before the plates were half empty, they’d lost interest in the food.

She wasn’t sure which of them started for the bedroom first, but it became a race to get there. He won, but only by cheating and using his unique cryptid abilities to get past her. Instead of reaching the bed before him, she ended up barreling into his arms. He caught her and they rolled into bed together.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yours.” She’d been his since the night they’d met. The night he’d kidnapped her and carried her into a world she hadn’t even known existed.

He tugged her arms up over her head. There were cuffs dangling from the headboard, and he slipped them around her wrists, without the slightest bit of protest from her. “That should keep you out of trouble.”

“I never get in trouble,” she lied, smirking up at him.

“Uh-huh. I don’t want your hands getting in the way of my fun.”

That probably meant he’d be edging her. She did have a habit of trying to take matters into her own hands when she got frustrated. She just rolled her eyes, and he moved down to straddle her body.

There was a ripping sound and most of her nightshirt vanished. “Daddy, that was new!” It was fake outrage and they both knew it.

“Too bad.” He nuzzled her bare stomach, nipping and kissing the tender skin as he worked his way down between her legs.

She spread her thighs, offering herself up to him like a sacrifice, and he took her without hesitation. His tongue, so long and agile, was actually not very useful for licking, but it had different applications that were even better. And there were … other compensations.

He parted her slippery folds, and his tongue began to ease inside of her, fucking her with shallow thrusts, and then going deeper to stroke her inner walls until she was writhing. No human tongue had that kind of dexterity.

“See—this is why I miss you when you’re gone, Daddy.” Her voice was breathy. They both knew it was a lie, or at least not the whole truth. She missed him for more than one reason.

Small whimpering noises trickled out of her mouth, and a liquid warmth pooled in her core and began to spread. Thanks to their bond, he knew exactly how to control her pleasure. One moment drawing it out, to make her beg for more, and the next driving her on until her whole body clenched on the verge—always pulling back before she reached her peak.

She cursed, and his body quaked with laughter, even though his mouth was too busy to make the sounds. As frustrating as it was, she knew it would be worth it in the long run. This teasing would eventually lead to an amazing chain of orgasms—he’d brought her there many times before, but it would be onhisschedule. She had no choice but to wait for her reward.