Ari
Knock.Knock.Knock.
I rocked back on my heels and waited for Shaw to give me permission to enter his office. A tingle ran down my spine, and I glanced over my shoulder. Of course we didn’t have ghosts, but I couldn't shake my unease in the house anymore unless I was with Shaw.
"Come in."
I twisted the doorknob and ducked inside, closing the door behind me.
"Give me a minute," Shaw mouthed but beckoned me over as he spoke into his phone. I was only too happy to be at his side. He patted the desk in front of him for me to sit, and I hopped up. He drew his chair closer and placed a hand on my knee through the folds of my skirt.
I'd tried something different, and instead of my usual dresses, I had on a gingham cherry-print swing skirt with a black quarter-sleeve top. When Shaw and I went shopping for our trip, I found this cute pair of heeled sandals, and I'd been wearing them all morning. Given the way he'd looked at me, I never wanted to take off the outfit. It'd been disappointing when his kiss had been chaste.
As Shaw continued a conversation that seemed to do with our upcoming trip, I lifted his hand off my knee, raised my skirt, and placed his hand between my legs. I wasn't hard yet, but Shaw’s hand nudged my cock in the right direction.
"I, uh…" Shaw cleared his throat, staring directly at me. His cheeks were flushed. "Sorry about that. As I was saying…"
I tugged my shirt out of the waistband of the skirt and smiled at Shaw as I slowly rubbed the material against my skin. His hungry gaze followed my every movement. The second the scars on my body came into view, his eyes grew hard.
No, that's not what I want him focusing on right now.
"Thanks for fixing this," Shaw said. "Have a nice day." His tone was strained as he hung up the phone. "What are you doing?"
I tossed my shirt on top of his head and pouted. "You haven't touched me since I've been out of the hospital."
"You've been through a lot."
"We've both been, and you know what will make me feel better? If you screw my brains out right now, Daddy. Can't you feel how much I want you?"
I licked at two of my fingers, then rubbed them over my nipple, hissing as the nub drew tight. My cock throbbed under Daddy's hand.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said.
"Is that why you haven't touched me?"
"I've touched you."
"But not like this." I lifted my skirt to my waist. He homed in on my cock, which he held through my silk underwear.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." I thrust up against his hand, urging him to do something. I patted my chest right over my heart. "You've made me feel better here." Then pointed at my head. "And here." I widened my legs even more and tilted back as I tapped my ass. "Now make me feel good here. You're the only one who can."
Shaw rose from his chair and fastened his mouth on me in a scorching kiss, thrusting his tongue inside, claiming me. I whimpered at the intensity that burned through him and clutched his shoulders, the only thing that kept me from tumbling onto my back on the desk.
So I wasn't the only one who'd been suffering from our lack of intimacy these past two weeks. He gently cupped my back, as sweet as ever to be mindful not to hurt me. With his free hand, he caressed my torso, flicking his thumb over my nipples, pressing so hard into them I cried out.
He tore his mouth from mine, and there was that look on his face that I loved — pure adoration.
"Too rough?" he asked.
"No, just right. It's been too long, Daddy. If you go slow right now, you'll kill me for sure."
He leaned forward and bit my bottom lip. "Don't. Don't speak so casually about that. Not after how close I came to losing you again."
"You never lost me before. I was always yours."
My head rocked back on my shoulders as he kissed my neck, placing gentle lips on one of the scars on my shoulder, then licking at my right nipple. A shudder ran through me.