“Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers, and I press my lips to her. I kiss her deeply, passionately, greedily. I kiss her until I feel her knees give out and I pull her close, holding her against my body for support. She can definitely feel my cock pressed against her belly, but I don’t care. I’m not embarrassed about the way I feel about her.
I’m only embarrassed about how long it took us to finally get together.
When I pull back and look at her, she looks tired and happy and a little bit confused, but it’s okay. I’m going to help her. I’m going to help her with everything she’s going through and I’m going to take care of her. Mallory doesn’t need to worry about a single thing anymore because I’m here, and I’m ready to be the Daddy Dom she deserves.
Chapter Nine
Mallory
“He did what?” Tabitha practically shrieks.
“Shh!” I hush her, looking around the tiny break room nervously. I don’t exactly want to advertise to the rest of the teachers that I have somehow managed to find myself not just a Dom, not just a Daddy Dom, but a Deliciously Delightful Daddy Dom who made me so wet that I masturbated three times when I got home on Saturday.
“I’m sorry,” Tabitha says. She looks around, but seems satisfied that no one is really paying attention to us. “But this is you we’re talking about, and no offense, but you’re kind of uptight.”
“I’m not uptight, and I do take offense to that.”
“Well, you’ve never been in a relationship.”
“That’s not true.”
“Name one guy you’ve slept with.”
“I can name plenty of guys I’ve dated,” I point out.
“That’s not what I said,” Tabitha raises an eyebrow. “Are you going to tell him?”
“Tell him what?” I ask, but Tabitha isn’t going to let me play dumb anymore than Aaron is.
“That you’re a fucking virgin,” she says. Tabitha doesn’t say this like there’s anything wrong with me. She says it more like she’s shocked and surprised about it, and I guess that’s not really a big deal. I’m 25, after all. Pretty much everyone else in the world has had sex by this age, but I haven’t.
I just...never did it.
It’s probably weird because I play around at a BDSM club. I let people spank me and touch me on stage. I do it for fun and because I love to show off. I do it to forget and I do it to move on. I don’t sleep with people, though. I never have, and I guess that it’s starting to catch up with me, if only just a little.
“It’s not like that.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean, it’s not something I need to tell him.”
“Seriously?”
“We aren’t...we aren’t ready to have sex. We’ve only just started...”
Whatever it is that we’re doing.
Aaron and I talked all weekend. He called me yesterday and we seriously chatted for hours on the phone. It felt incredible. It felt like coming home. Now it’s Monday and I’m at work and I’m honestly wondering if I’m completely crazy.
“Look,” Tabitha says gently. She lowers her voice. “Aaron isn’t like the other people you’ve dated. Those guys, you’ve been able to blow off when things got too hard.”
“Ouch,” I say, cringing.
“I’m sorry, but it’s true. You don’t like confrontation, so you blow people off or ignore them until they go away. I won’t say you ghost them, but...” She shakes her head. “Your dating habits aren’t exactly healthy, kiddo.”
I know that she’s telling me the truth as a friend, but it still stings. Part of it’s because I know that she’s right. I know that my habits are bad and that I’m really rough around the edges when it comes to relationships. I also know that she’s correct in saying I don’t let people get close to me. I do tend to push people away, including guys, and part of it’s because I’ve just never met anyone I wanted to sleep with.