She chuckles.
“I’m surprised you’re interested in me. Are you saying you’d want more than one night with me?”
I look at her softly. Her tear-stained face holds so much hope and wonder. It holds so much excitement and curiosity. Heather is a precious person: sweet, gentle. She’s kind. Yeah, she’s feisty and bratty, too, but that just means that with us, things will always be interesting.
They’ll never grow boring.
“I’m saying that I’d love more than one night with you, princess. What do you think?”
A grin spreads across her face and she smiles.
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night, Daddy.”
Chapter Eight
Heather
Peter sits on the bed and he smiles at me, and suddenly, I realize that this is what tonight is all about.
It’s about us.
It’s about togetherness.
It’s about losing ourselves to the moment and it’s about finding everything we’ve lost. Being a submissive isn’t about being weak or frail or strange. It’s about being brave enough to ask for what I really want and need. It’s about having the courage to try.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
“Yes, princess?”
“You said you’d fuck me if I begged.”
He strokes my cheek and smiles at me.
“Is this your way of begging?”
“It’s a start.”
“How else could you beg?”
I lean forward and stroke his chest with one hand. Then I get closer and whisper in his ear.
“Please, Daddy Peter. Please fuck your princess.”
It’s as though a switch is turned because as soon as I say those words, he grabs me, growls, and tosses me back on the bed. Then he climbs over me and starts kissing me like he’s never kissed me before. He grinds against me and I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist.
Peter kisses me hard and fast. He kisses me passionately. Deeply. Wildly.
And for a minute, I feel like my heart might explode because this isn’t what I was expecting from tonight.
I thought I’d come over and he’d tie me up.
I thought he’d flog me or whip me.
I thought maybe there would be caning.
I didn’t think there would be this.
I didn’t think he’d manage to make me feel precious.