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Four Years Later

Amanda

When I made the change to children’s’ nurse, I thought that my work days would be easier and less stressful.

For the most part that’s true. The hours are shorter, and I’m much less likely to interact with single men – something that Eric was worried about when we first got together.

Sometimes, though, we have tough cases come through our doors.

Today was one of those days.

When I walk into the house, I check that our nanny is with our daughters, Elizabeth and Penelope.

Once I confirm that my girls are well-looked after, I breathe a sigh of relief.

There’s nothing I want more right now than to turn my brain off for a little while and let someone else – my husband of three years – do the thinking.

It doesn’t take me long to find Eric. He’s tucked away in his office, pouring over some documents detailing his latest property purchase.

If I didn’t know the man underneath the serious, intimidating mask, I might be afraid to interrupt him.

I know that he has a soft spot for me and his girls, though.

“Daddy?” I say, my voice coming out even smaller than I expected. I guess I need his comfort even more than I anticipated.

His gaze lifts from his work immediately, his rough edges softening when he looks at me. He gets out of his seat quickly, crossing the room as he asks, “Oh, baby girl. Did you have a long day?”

My voice gets caught in my throat. Now that he’s here, I feel my entire body relaxing. I know I don’t need words now. So, I nod, and he wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek with reverence.

“My poor girl,” he murmurs, his words acting as a balm for the stress of my day. “Don’t you worry. Daddy’s going to take good care of you.”

With that, he picks me up and carries me out of his office and into our bedroom. I feel safe in his arms, like the horrors of the world can’t reach me. I almost don’t want him to put me down when he reaches the edge of our mattress, but I want what’s coming next even more.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Eric says, taking my hair out of its pink elastic. “If you weren’t so busy saving lives, I’d bother you all day long.”

“You never bother me, daddy,” I say, feeling myself slip into the submissive space I can only enter when I’m with him.

He chuckles, giving me a long, lingering kiss. I melt into it, falling further under his spell. Sometimes, I long for this to be my entire life, to be completely his and to stay home away from the stress of my adult life.

“You’re just too sweet to me, little girl,” he practically coos, gently rubbing his thumb against my cheek. “Now, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

Eric takes his time stripping me, kissing each bit of skin he exposes. I sigh happily. Before I know it, I’m completely bare in front of him.

“Are you ready for daddy’s cock, little girl?” he asks, already working himself out of his pants. My mouth waters when I realize he’s already hard.

“Yes, please,” I reply, unable to take my eyes off of him as he reveals his body to me.

“You’re so polite for me, aren’t you?” he asks as he lines himself up with my opening, positioning himself between my legs. He rubs the tip of his length through my wet folds, shuddering as he does. “And you’re so fucking wet for me, too.”

I whine in affirmation, pressing my hips up against him to beg for more of his member. He has mercy on me, quickly giving me what I want. As he slides inside, I moan, “Yes, daddy.”

“That’s it,” he says through gritted teeth, his hips already working in and out of me slowly. “You tell daddy just how good you feel.”

“Feel… full,” I say, grasping for phrases to convey how satisfied he makes me. “And loved.”

“That’s because I love you very much,” he says, pounding into me harder. “And I love your tight little pussy. I love how wet you get for me. I love that you walk into my office with those big, cute eyes calling me, ‘daddy,’ when you’ve had a bad day.”

“Mm, daddy,” I whimper, pleasure beginning to pool in my abdomen.

“Oh, I’m not done yet,” he says, the angle of his hips changing slightly as he targets my g-spot.

“I love how you insisted on keeping your nursing job because you wanted to help people. I love waking up to you every morning. I love watching you be a mother to our children. I love getting to see sides of you that no one else is allowed to see.”

His words of adoration wash over me. It feels almost like I could drown in this kind of attention. I’d be happy to go out like that. No one makes me feel more loved and appreciated than Eric. No one ever did before him, either.

“You know what I love most of all, little girl?” he asks, bringing his mouth close to my ear. His breath dances across the sensitive skin there, and I feel my stomach tighten.

“Wh– what?” I manage to get out as my orgasm threatens to pull me out into the undertow.

“You, little girl,” he replies, nipping at the most sensitive part of my neck. “I love you most of all.”

I can’t hold back my climax. It bowls me over, taking my voice with it. My mouth hangs open in a silent scream of pleasure. My body practically convulses as Eric works me through the most intense parts of my orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,” he curses, his thrusts becoming wild. “You’re making daddy cum, little girl. Fuck– I–”

With an aborted groan, he falls over the edge with me. His cock twitches hard inside my pussy. Half a second later, he releases his load, filling me up even further. It makes the last pulses of my orgasm even more intense.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asks when he pulls out. “Any better?”

“Yes, daddy,” I say, warmth blooming in my chest.

“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead before going to the dresser to get me something clean and comfortable to change into.

“Thank you,” I say when he returns and starts dressing me.

“You don’t need to thank me for taking care of you,” he says, pulling plush shorts up my legs. “This is just as much a treat for me as it is for you.”

I giggle at his overt kindness. He never shows this side of himself to anyone else. Everything he does for me and the girls makes me feel special.

“I have a little bit of work to finish up,” he says apologetically, running his hand through my hair. “But it shouldn’t take too long. Our nanny should be here for another few hours, too.”

I hum, letting my eyes fall closed as he continues to stroke my locks.

If he hadn’t already taken such good care of me, I’d push for him to leave his work for tomorrow.

I know that he’d do it for me. But I am feeling better now, and I suppose that waiting for him to finish won’t be too terrible.

We have all night to do whatever we want together.

“I’ll take care of dinner tonight,” he assures me, taking care of a worry that didn’t even have time to cross my mind.

“You think of everything,” I say, smiling into the kiss he leans in to give me.

“Of course I do,” he says as he retrieves his pants from the floor. “That’s my job, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I say, settling myself against the pillows. “It is, daddy.”

He gives me a final smile before heading for the door. Before he leaves, he looks over his shoulder and says, “I charged your tablet. You mentioned your favorite author’s releasing a new book the other day. Maybe you can take some time to read it and relax.”

Then, he leaves. I glance at my tablet sitting on the nightstand. When I pick it up, I can’t help but think that he really does think of everything.

I’m in the process of purchasing the book when Eric pops his head into the room once again. When I glance up at him, he says, “I love you, little girl.”

“I love you too, daddy.”