Daddies’ Little Assassin (Femme Fatale Freakshow)

9. The Morning After

Chapter nine

The Morning After

I stirred slowly, cocooned in warmth and comfort, unlike anything I'd ever known. My cheek was pressed against a firm, steady chest, the soft rise and fall of each breath lulling me back toward the edge of sleep. But the world felt too good, too real to drift away again. I didn't want to miss any more moments of good like this.

Blinking my eyes open, I found myself nestled against Henry's shirtless chest. He had a sprinkling of hair across the broad expanse and my fingers itched to explore every inch. His arms were securely wrapped around me, holding me close as if he never intended to let go and his steady heartbeat thrummed beneath my ear. For a moment, I just listened, letting the sound of it ground me.

I wasn't used to waking up like this—in someone's arms, feeling safe, and cherished. It felt... surreal. Like a dream I was afraid would slip through my fingers if I moved too suddenly.

The soft weight of my stuffed animals pressed around me, and I shifted slightly, trying not to disturb the slumbering giant in bed with me. His hand, which rested protectively on my side, tightened just a bit as if sensing my movement even in sleep.

I glanced up, taking in his relaxed features, his dark hair tousled and a faint stubble gracing his jaw. His presence was solid, reassuring and I couldn't help but smile at the sight. I had a Daddy now.

Nope. I had three!

The thought made my chest swell with something warm, something tender and new.

As I shifted again, Henry stirred, his eyes fluttering open, sleepy and soft as they landed on me. A slow smile curved his lips, and he murmured, "Good morning, darling girl." His voice was a gentle rumble, deep and soothing.

"Morning," I whispered back. I sounded young, carefree and remarkably content.

Henry brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle. "How did you sleep?"

I snuggled closer, feeling safe in the cocoon of his warmth. "Better than I ever have." And it was true. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this at peace.

To be fair, I probably never have.

Henry's expression softened further, his thumb brushing slightly over my cheek. "Good," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "That's exactly what I wanted for you."

"You?" I asked, not wanting the moment to end.

"Like the dead," he responded, his index finger stroking the side of my face. "Thora, darling?"

"Uh-huh?" I responded, transfixed by the feel of his hand against my skin.

"I'm going to kiss you now." He waited after saying that, giving me enough time to stop him or tell him no, but there was no chance in heck that I was going to stop the big, handsome angel from kissing me in the way I so desperately wanted.

When his firm, warm mouth met mine I thought my body would spontaneously combust.

Then his tongue teased my lips apart and my heart beat so fast I thought it might escape from my chest and take flight.

Henry kissed me in the same way he took care of me last night. With such utter care and a soft sweet touch. He was a large man who easily dwarfed me, but he handled me like the most precious china.

I knew there would be a time that I'd want to be handled . But right then? In that moment? He kissed me exactly like I needed to be kissed.

His kiss was slow and deliberate, a gentle exploration that sent warmth flooding through me. Every soft press of his lips was filled with a promise—one that said he would take care of me, protect me, and never let me go. My heart swelled with emotions I wasn't used to, emotions that felt like they had been waiting for this moment to surface.

I whimpered softly against his mouth, my hands instinctively clutching at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. The sheer size and strength of him beneath my fingers sent a thrill through me. Despite his obvious power, he held me with such tenderness, like I was something delicate he was afraid of breaking.

When he finally pulled back, I was left breathless, my lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. His gaze was warm, filled with something that made my heart skip a beat. "You're so sweet," he murmured, his fingers brushing along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine.

I couldn't find the words to respond, my head spinning from the kiss and the rush of emotions it had stirred up. Instead, I nuzzled closer, burying my face in his chest, the soft scent of him filling my senses.

Henry chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "You're shy this morning," he teased, his voice laced with affection.

I laughed nervously against his skin, my cheeks heating at the thought of why I was that quiet. I suddenly had three Daddies. One of which had just kissed the daylights out of me.

"It's... a lot," I admitted quietly. "In a good way, though."

He hummed in understanding, his hand sliding up and down my back in soothing strokes. "We'll take things slow, darling girl. You don't have to figure it all out today. Just know that I am here for you. So is Karel and Lang."

Those words sank deep into my chest, settling in a place that had been aching for so long. Since they walked into my life... last night... it felt like they've told me I'm not alone anymore, no less than ten times, and each time hit harder and harder. I wasn't alone anymore. For someone who has been alone her entire life, that was a pretty big fluffing deal. Tears of relief and joy threaten to spill. Henry must have noticed, because he tilted my chin up gently, his brow furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"

I nodded quickly, brushing the moisture from my eyes. "I'm more than okay. I've never felt this before. I don't know how to explain it."

His expression softened, and he leaned down to press another kiss to my forehead. "You don't have to explain it, Little one. Just feel it. Let us take care of you."

I smiled, feeling lighter than I had in years. "Okay."

As I lay there, wrapped in Henry's arms, I let myself relax, my body settling in against his, but before I got too comfortable, he twisted and picked me up before settling me down on his chest.

From this position, it became even more clear how much bigger he was than me. With me resting on his stomach, my feet barely reached his knees. It also brought into question how possible... other activities would be.

I had no clue if I could even handle his size... but I was up for trying. And from the feel of a very hard piece of anatomy, Henry was up for it too. I squirmed, moving down his body so my suddenly very needy core could rub against his impressive bulge.

“Little one, you need to stop doing that," Henry cautioned me, his large hands cupping my ass, trying to hold me still.

Tipping my head to the side, I bit down on my lower lip and stared at him. "Why, Daddy?" I asked, testing out the title. And I found just saying the word had a pulse of need shooting through me.

"Because if you keep doing that, I might take it to mean you want more from me." His voice was dangerously low, his growl worked like a purr, vibrating against me.

I pushed my hands against his chest, sitting up, the movement grinding my wet pussy against him. "What would you do if I told you I want more from you, Daddy?"

Henry's hand cupped my face, his thumb pulling my lip down, forcing my jaw open so the digit could slip in. "Well, I'd have to do what any self-respecting Daddy would do. Give my girl what she wants. Now suck, baby. Suck my thumb like you would my cock."

What is a girl to do, but suck on her Daddy's thumb when he tells her to?

I've known I was a Little for a while now. I even knew that I'd like to be spanked, tied up and possibly debased a smidge too.

But being here with Henry like this? Made it very clear that I had a thing for size-difference too.

The man's hand was big enough to cup my entire face, and his thumb was so big, that I was sure he gave some less endowed men a complex.

While I sucked on the offered digit, he rocked his body up and down; the movement causing delightful friction between our bodies that had me moaning around his finger.

"That's it, Little one. Ride me. Use me," Henry orders me and I do just that.

I hump the bump in his pants like a teenager that discovered her hormones for the first time, chasing my pleasure while he kept his thumb inside my mouth and his stare fixed on me.

"Such a good girl," he praised. "Such a fucking good girl. Now you're going to come for Daddy, baby. Come for me."

And I do.

Boy, do I ever.