CHAPTER NINE
Jocelyn
I still have no idea if my art is good enough for the galleries but as Michael climbs onto the bed, I really don’t care. I believe I am good enough, and it is such a liberating feeling. What a crazy roller coaster this last week has been! I can’t believe how I drove myself to absolute distraction, fear, and worry when I could have just talked to Daddy about it right from the beginning.
Then I stop thinking, because Michael reaches me. When he kisses me, the act claims me completely and there is no way to think about anything, other than the power of his mouth on mine and his tongue working on me. His hands move down over my body. He isn’t gentle at all. He’s possessive and strong, and right now, I love it.
He kisses my neck and I lose it. Every part of my body seems to cry out for him and I say in an almost whining voice, “Please, Daddy! Please, I need you.”
I don’t know if he planned it before I said anything or if my pleas affected him, but suddenly, he’s inside of me. I cry out as he slips in and throw my arms around him, clutching him tightly. I cross my ankles over his ass and pull myself up against him desperately. “Oh, God, Daddy!” I cry, moving fast and hard.
As he thrusts into me, he bites my ear and growls, “Are you mine, Little Girl?”
I gasp, as his words have the same effect as a vibrator at the highest setting might have had. “Oh God! Yes, Daddy! Yes!” I cry. I can’t believe how damned incredible he feels. It seems like every time with Michael gets better than the time before and, naturally, this time is also characterized by the profound relief of not lying to him anymore.
There is also the relief of having finally made a step toward the artistic side of my dream. I can’t believe how empowering it is, and I especially can’t believe how all of the emotions – even things that haven’t anything to do with sex – somehow turn me on at the moment.
Is this love? Is this what love really means?
The man atop me is not just pleasing me with his hands and his impressively large cock inside of me. He is not just pleasing me with his impressive physique. It is so much more than that. It is . . . It is everything!
Michael is my love. He is my man. He is the one who helps me to be all that I can be. He is the one I want to spend my life making happy, and the one I know will spend his life dedicated to my happiness. He is everything I could ever want from a man.
He is mine.
He is my daddy.