Page 32 of Sawyer (Sabre Security Daddies #6)

L ele held Sawyer's hand as he led her to the master bedroom. It was one of the rooms she hadn’t seen the last time she was here. Had that only been yesterday? It seemed like a lifetime ago.

Sawyer’s bedroom was on the opposite side of the house from the game room. It was open and spacious, painted a light sage green. The coffered ceiling was beautiful.

“Let me show you the ensuite, babygirl,” he said, leading her into a huge room. If she’d ever seen anything more beautiful, she didn’t remember it. Masculine and yet elegant. She’d never thought of her Daddy as elegant, but even so, this room suited him.

He led her through the bath and into a full-sized room, the master closet. His closet was almost as big as her entire house. And it fit him perfectly, a place for everything and everything in its place.

“Where does that door lead?” she asked. What room would you need on the other side of a closet?

“It leads into my office.”

“You have an office that connects to your closet?” That was… different.

“No, babygirl. I have a closet that leads into my office.”

Potayto. Potahto. “There’s a difference.”

He nodded. “There is. I don’t believe in giving out punishments in the bedroom. It’s a place for rest, relaxation, and other fun things. If we ever have a need to discuss your behavior, we’ll do it in my office.”

She grinned. “Can I dress like a naughty schoolgirl that’s been sent to the principal’s office?”

Evidently, her Daddy wasn’t in the mood for humor. His brows rose, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “It doesn’t matter to me what you wear, babygirl. When the talking part of our discussion is over, you won’t be wearing anything at all.”

Her pussy sparked at the thought of standing naked in Sawyer’s office waiting to be punished. Was it hot in here? “Oh. Alrighty then. Um, were you going to shave, Daddy?”

His eyes smiled, and she could swear she saw the slightest twitch of his lips. “I did, Half-Pint. Let’s go take care of that.”

Lele clapped her hands. “Let's? As in let us? That’s so cool! I never shaved a man before. You must really trust me.”

Panic flashed through her Daddy’s eyes before it disappeared. “I do trust you, but that’s not exactly what I mean. Come on.”

When they reached the sink, Sawyer lifted her onto the counter. “Have you ever seen a man shaved with a straight razor, Half-Pint?”

“You mean a razor like those they use in the old-timey western movies?”

Sawyer nodded. “Well, that's how Daddy shaves.”

“Aren't you afraid of cutting yourself?”

“Actually, it's much easier to keep from cutting your throat when you have a straight razor. But I do need your help. Today you watch, so you can help next time. ”

He showed her all the steps: lathering the brush, dabbing and brushing the foam on his face, and scraping it off with the straight razor. It was really cool, and kind of sexy.

“This is like putting on mascara and feeding babies, Daddy,” she told him.

He blinked at her before working on his second cheek. “You lost me, little one. What do you mean?”

“You can’t watch someone do it in front of you without making the same faces yourself.”

“Tilting her head as she watched him, she scrunched her face to one side, pursed her lips, and said, “Yu cant watch wif out making the same faces.”

He burst out laughing. “You make the cutest Popeye I’ve ever seen, Half-Pint.”

She loved making her Daddy laugh. He didn’t do it very often. Making him laugh at least once a day was going on her to-do list.

After he wiped the bits of leftover shaving cream from his face, he lifted her off the sink. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to a shower large enough for five people. “Are you ready to shower, babygirl?”

Lele nodded, suddenly shy. There was no reason for her to feel that way. He’d seen her without her clothes before. But somehow, this felt special. Important, like they were starting something new.

Sawyer studied her. He never missed anything. She was going to have to up her sneaky game if she ever wanted to get away with anything around her Daddy.

“Hey,” he spoke in a deep, gentle tone. “If you would rather not do anything more than sleep tonight, that’s not a problem. No pressure.”

He did the most delicious things to her heart.

She was being silly. Sawyer loved her body, kinky hair, voluptuous curves, dimpled thighs, and all.

She wasn’t going to miss this moment with him by getting self-conscious now.

She stepped closer to him, crowding his personal space.

“I would rather make love to you tonight than anything else in the world.”

The white-hot need in his eyes calmed the last of her insecurities. “Let me get the water to the right temperature, Half-Pint.”

He stripped off his swim shorts, putting the few muscular parts of his body on display that she hadn’t spent the entire afternoon staring at. Was his shower fast enough to hide the fact she couldn’t look at him without drooling? She hoped so.

While he adjusted the water, she slipped her swimsuit off and hung in over the towel rack. When he held out his hand to her, she stepped into the edge of the spray. The hot water peppered her skin. She shivered as her body acclimated, then stepped under the full force of the shower.

He gave her a rueful smile. “I like my water hot and hard. I hope that’s okay.”

Just the thought of standing naked in the shower with her naked Daddy took all her attention.

With mischief on her lips, she answered. “I like your cock hot and hard, too.”

Her heart froze in her chest. What had she just said? “Water! I meant water, not cock. I would never say cock on purpose. I mean, it’s true.” Her traitorous Gaze flitted down the organ in question, before shooting back to his eyes. “Please, shoot me now,” she begged.

His eyelids dipped closed, then opened in slow motion. “Not in this lifetime.”

A shiver that had nothing to do with temperature wandered down her spine. His gaze fixed on her face, giving her the perfect view of his eyes. The way they shifted colors like a kaleidoscope mesmerized her. “Did you know your eyes change colors?”

“I have my mother’s eyes. It’s the only thing I got from her. Other than my eyes, I’m the spitting image of my dad.”

“I never told you yesterday, but I think your home is amazing. I love it.” The heat was really getting to her in more ways than one. What was she talking about?

He turned her so the shower sprayed her back. “Thanks. I like it, too. I customized it in several ways.” She melted into the deep rumble of his voice.

“Like picking the paint colors and things?” she breathed out into the steam. The water pummeled her body in the best ways.

“Not exactly,” he said. “More like this.”

He pushed a decorative tile to his left. Two handles whooshed out of the shower wall in front of her.

The handles were shaped a bit like stirrups. Sawyer took one of her hands and guided it up through the handle to the top grip. “Wh-what are we doing?”

“Playing,” his voice was more like a hum, and it shot straight to her clit. “Look down, babygirl. See the two red floor tiles?”

Her vocal cords went silent. Her legs shook in anticipation. “Yes,” she whispers hoarsely.

“I want you to put one foot on each tile. You are so hot, babygirl.” He brushed his cock down the seam of her buttocks. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

“Oh,” she gasped. Her lungs stuttered, unable to keep up with her racing heart.

She had to spread her legs wide to obey him.

He rewarded her by brushing her hair to the side and kissing up and down her neck.

Her already pebbled nipples began to throb when he reached around her, flattening his palm on her stomach, holding her still as he pressed his hard cock against the crack of her ass.

Reaching for him over her shoulder, she ran her hand over his smooth face, tracing the sharp angle of his jaw.

Her knees almost buckled when he caught her hand and brought it to his mouth, licking and sucking her fingers. Placing her hand back on the handle in front of her, his lips brushed the rim of her ear. “Don’t move your hands again, little girl. As a matter of fact, you may not move at all.”

He stepped to the side so that, once again, the warm water sprayed her back. He pressed a larger tile lower on the same wall as the handles. The tile opened like a door, revealing another shower nozzle, this one handheld.

Her heart skittered, and desire sparked from her abdomen to her nipples and her clit. Her breast grew heavy and began to ache. She tried to press her thighs together to ease the matching ache in her sex, but she couldn’t do that with her legs spread so wide.

She groaned. “Daddy! Please!” Yes, she was begging already, and she didn’t care.

His hand rose to collar her throat. “Please what, little girl. What do you need?” He raked his teeth across her cheek to her ear and bit the lobe of her ear. Momentary pain flared before he sucked it into his mouth and soothed the sting, turning it to pure pleasure.

“I-I need you to help me come, Daddy. Please, please help me.” Even with the water flowing, she could feel the arousal coating her pussy.

“I would love to do that for you, sweet girl, since you asked so sweetly.”

Without hesitating, he moved the nozzle in his hand to her pussy.

She moaned, pressing back into him even harder. The wall of his chest steadied her. Grounded her. Tethered to him.

He reached around her with his other hand and plucked at her nipple, sending shards of pleasure shooting through her, landing in her pussy.

She moaned as he changed the pulse of the water’s stream, watching her reactions until he found the one that brought her the most pleasure. “You can come whenever you want, babygirl. I need to be inside you.

She gasped again when he changed the angle of the nozzle, hitting the spot that caused her to detonate.

Holding onto the handles with all her strength, she screamed his name as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

She would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her.

Waves of pure ecstasy roared through her, slowly easing to a ripple.

“Oh god! That was… that was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”

Pulling her hands from the stirrups, he spun her around to face him. “Just wait,” he growled.

He grabbed her ass, lifting her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him into her. Backing her into the shower wall, he squeezed her bottom and drove into her. “Yes!” she cried out.

With a wicked grin as her only warning, he withdrew and drove into her again. He pounded into her fast and hard, reigniting her passion in seconds. Her orgasm broke over her, crashing through her so hard she started to shake.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow his pace.

He was large. Really large. She stretched to accommodate him, and the burn was glorious.

She arched, pressing her pussy against him, wanting him deeper. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, driving her pleasure higher. His hands gripped her bottom harder, digging his fingers into her.

He was pounding into her so hard it was hard to breathe, but the pleasure that flooded her was all-consuming. He released her bottom long enough to pinch her nipple. She cried out as the pleasure inside her detonated, exploding outward in shockwave after shockwave of bliss.

With a bellow, his entire body tightened with his release. She felt every pulse of it, driving inside her. Filling her.

Finally, she went limp in his arms. Clinging to him because there was no way her legs would hold her upright .

Not that she had a choice. He held her close, whispering praises and words of love. Once she calmed, he gentled the power of the spray and cleaned her before carrying her to his bed.

No, their bed. She was never going to give him up. It was easy because she knew with everything in her he didn’t want her to. He loved her, and she loved him. And that was all that mattered.