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Eric started offering suggestions, too. “You can call for a timeout. Are you really going to let him invade your body like this? Pound the damn table.” His cool, nonchalant exterior was gone.
Both men’s interference had the opposite effect. She fought against admitting defeat and giving them something to hoard over her Daddy for the rest of his life. Corinne was both numb and filled with a million emotions. She was living a freaking damn nightmare.
The man she’d recently gifted her trust to, smacked her backside and ordered her to stop tensing her muscle. She tried, but wasn’t sure she succeeded. His evasion wasn’t painful, but it was humiliating. How much more of this did he really expect her to allow? To hell with pounding her hand against the table. If Daddy didn’t get past this uncomfortable act and come through with a mind-blowing orgasm, she would pound her fist in his face.
Somehow, he worked his finger past her tight ring of muscles, and she was left with an odd sensation of fullness. Corinne muttered her intent to kill him if he pulled the damn digit out, just to struggle with inserting it again. His finger stayed deep inside, and he started rubbing against the walls of her opening. Whatever he was looking for, she hoped he located it quickly.
“Oh… my… lord!” Corinne gasped in shock. He growled with delight when he found a sweet spot in her honey-hole. Sweeping his finger side to side, he had her withering in delight. Was this what a climax felt like? “Fuck me now, Daddy. Please.”
Before she could fully recover, she found herself being lifted up and flipped around to face him. His heavy cock was already freed from his pants, which now hung around his ankles. Daddy didn’t even stumble as he backed up, holding her so her legs wrapped around his waist. No sooner had his ass hit a nearby seat than he was tilting her frame so he could guide his erection deep in her channel.
She was too exhausted to move, but he grasped tight to her hips, easily lifting her up and slamming her back down on his shaft. “No freaking way,” Corinne muttered. Her heart started pumping faster as another delicious spasm of release took control of her body.
“Oh, babygirl, you have made your Daddy the happiest Dom in all of Louisiana. I have never been with a more giving, perfect sub in my entire life. What the hell am I supposed to do if I lose you?”
CHAPTER 8
CHANGE IS HARD
Snug under the thick, warm comforter of Daddy’s comfy bed, Corinne woke up with a content feeling. From the rays peeking through the window across the way, she figured dawn was making its dreaded appearance. Daddy’s eyes were closed, but his massive chest called to her. Yanking the covers with her, she eliminated any distance between them, melting into his form, and using his hairy chest as a pillow.
Without opening his eyes, Todd rolled, wrapping his arms around her, caging Corinne in a firm, reassuring hold. His even breathing implied he might still need more sleep to recoup from their delightful night of passion. Burying her nose in his skin, she tried hard to memorize every perfect moment of their time together. Being here, with this giant man, gave her renewed energy and purpose.
She was never going back to being safe, predictable, modest Corinne Champagne, daughter of a preacher and voice of reason when things around her went to shit. The pressure of being perfect was too stifling. Sure, when she was on the job, she would continue to handle herself professionally. Having Todd there would get her through the dull day, reminding her of the more pleasurable things associated with private downtime.
It was difficult to label her strong feelings for Daddy. She had known him so long, but suddenly, he gave her a glimpse of the private man few people were lucky enough to know. Why couldn’t she have had this type of relationship with her late husband? There had been so much potential for a perfect, happily ever after.
Unlike her feelings for Todd, her love for Jean had been slow and steady, growing over time. Before taking his last name, she’d assumed they were a perfect match, both having the same goals for the future, taste in food and choices of vacation spots. As a virgin, how the hell was she supposed to know the promise of a safe, predictable future was worthless when two peoples’ sexual drives were vastly different? Her late husband had never been comfortable with trying out new things. How was she to have known it would be such a critical part of was finding her true happiness?
It had been easy to lie to herself and pretend things would get better with time. Any thoughts of admitting she made a horrible choice were ignored. Preacher’s daughters do not divorce wonderful, dependable husbands over foolish things like boredom in the bedroom.
After Jean’s unexpected death, she’d felt guilty for not accepting him as he was. It took a lot of soul-searching and time before she even considered seeking ways to come to terms with her inner desires and unexplored passions.
Finally, laptop in hand, she’d started searching the web for articles, videos and documentaries about things which brought people sexual gratification. It shocked Corinne when she took a survey about desires and most of her answers involved being control by a lover. Maybe years of the frustration of trying to teach her only lover how to please her had changed her as a person. All she knew at that point was her next lover would have to prove he could bring her satisfaction, or she would move on to the next candidate. She wasn’t naïve enough to think she could find such a combination of passion and love with one person. No more settling, though. These were the things she had promised herself.
Todd’s chest hairs tickled her nose, and she reflected on his skills as a lover. He’d brought her to climax several times before finding his own release. Even when he claimed her twice more in the bedroom, he never moved to sink his cock deep inside her until she was begging for him to fuck her hard.
Thinking back to her quest, Corinne realized she had dismissed the notion of having a ‘Daddy’ far too easily. While she enjoyed being watched over and protected, she knew without a doubt she was not a Little. Dressing up like a child, coloring and carrying around stuff animals never appealed to her. The pictures of women who did fancy that role were interesting to study but didn’t call to her. Thinking only Littles needed Daddies, she had switched her focus.
After time with her new Daddy, she concluded there could be different levels of that dynamic. It didn’t feel icky or wrong to call Todd by that title. He allowed her to be herself, act on her impulses, pay the price for her mistakes, and guided her into learning more about her own body and its secret pleasures. She wasn’t giving him up. If necessary, she would have to convince him he benefited from having her around. Sooner or later, he would get so accustomed to her following his lead, he would naturally fall in love with her. First, she needed to get him to void the damned contract and keep her all to himself.
The bastard had pushed her into their waiting arms. Everything was going so well, he even declared in Jeffrey and Eric’s presence the desire to scoop Corinne up and remove her completely from the camp, their company and the damn contract. What had gone so wrong?
She and Todd had reluctantly rushed the last few minutes of another rather vigorous lovemaking session when it became impossible to ignore the loud pounding on the bedroom door. Both Eric and Jeffrey proclaimed the first day of the contract was over and done. Penalties would be strictly enforced on anyone violating the rules.
“I don’t care if they put me in that stupid cage, Daddy,” she explained as they dressed. “It’s worth the price if you keep me for yourself. You promised there were lots of more experiences you wanted to introduce me to. We can lock ourselves in here until they lose interest and leave.”
Todd gifted her with a deep, long kiss before escorting her to the kitchen. “You have no idea what it means to me hearing you say that.”
She thought he’d take her up on it, but he opened his bedroom door and coaxed her out. She wasn’t about to give up, though. If Daddy wouldn’t explain how things were going to go at this point, Corinne was determined to do so herself. She sure as hell wasn’t going to make the mistake of sitting down in front of any food served for breakfast. She would damn well prepare her own food. Daddy’s, too, she decided with a smile. He needed to fuel his body for the wonderful play they would share later on.
Before she could announce her plans, Todd urged her to take a seat in one of the empty chairs as he began reaching for various ingredients to fry eggs and bacon. Jeffrey lounged in his preferred chair, studying her as he lazily filled his belly with waffles and strawberries. Corinne loved strawberries, but she dared not ask to sample one of the large, ripe morsels. Instinctively, she knew there would be a price to pay. Even though she was covered in one of Todd’s oversized t-shirts, she felt naked again under Jeffrey’s dark gaze. She resented that and him, too. The jerk didn’t even pretend he wasn’t staring at her.
Eric was sampling a large dish of mixed fruit. A bit of the juices escaped between his lips and Corinne observed his ruby tongue point as it whisked out between his pearly white teeth to eliminate it. Eric had excellent control over the tip. He flicked it with speed and skill, making her inner muscles clench.
No one said a word until Daddy settled a huge plate in front of her. He eased her up and took her chair, steering her to rest on his lap before spearing a forkful of eggs and feeding them to her before helping himself to his own. In between more bits, he started talking in a calm, reassuring tone, but she could feel the tension filling his body.
“You both have no clue how close I was to stranding you here in the middle of the night. I knew once I got a taste of our girl, letting go would be hard. I didn’t suspect how possessive I would feel, though. We three have shared a lot of things, even women, through the years.” Todd’s words made Corinne frown. She hated thinking of anyone else being in her position. Daddy continued, “If I had my way, I would take her back to the mainland and hide her away from both of you and any other man who threatened to take her from me.”
