Once Upon a Contract (Once Upon #2)

Chapter Ten

Ezra

W aking with a naked Daphne wrapped around me after the best night of sex I've ever had feels like a dream. This woman has been plaguing my thoughts since she was nineteen, and I'm having a hard time coming to terms with her being here with me. Not only that, but wanting me just as much—if not more—than I've wanted her over the years.

I blame the post-orgasmic haze for her admitting comparing other men to me over the years, but I'll take any little information I can to make her mine for real. Knowing she's been thinking about me just as long as I've been thinking about her makes me believe to my core that we could be so good together. After last night, I hope she can see that as well.

I'm spent and exhausted after several rounds of sex and sleep, but my mind is used to being up early. There's no way I will fall back asleep, so I carefully sneak out of bed. I pull on a pair of sleep pants then lay one of my t-shirts and a pair of boxers on the bed for Daphne. I could raid Celeste's clothes, but I'll wait until Daphne is awake to do that.

Heading into the kitchen, I'm surprised at how late it actually is. I didn't check my phone before leaving my room but just assumed it was early since I can never sleep past 9am.

I walk to the coffee maker and get it running before checking the fridge to see if I have anything for us to eat this morning. Seeing a pan with some foil and a note taped on the top, I smile when I see that my mom left her famous cinnamon rolls with instructions on how to reheat them.

After turning on the oven to preheat, I get a cup of coffee before pulling my phone out of my pants to check it for the first time since I picked Daphne up last night. I smile at the handful of messages in my family's group text, most likely asking about Daphne or my mom demanding a picture of the two of us from last night. Thankfully one of my friends was willing to snap a few pictures, so my mom should be happy about that.

Pulling up the messages, I sigh with exasperation at the women in my family.

Mom: Hi, honey. I hope you're having fun! Please don't forget to take pictures. 3 Mom

Celeste: Ooh, yes. I need to see pictures. It's been forever since I've seen Daphne.

Mom: Oh, I forgot you already know her. Do you think she would want to do a girl's lunch with us sometime?

Celeste: I don't know her. I just know what she looks like. Every time Ezra tried to introduce us, she seemed to vanish in thin air.

Mom: Well then, we can both meet her at the same time. Ezra, does she have any food allergies? I don't want to pick a restaurant she can't eat at.

Celeste: You could always cook for her, Mom. I always enjoy your meals more than half those places we go eat at.

Mom: Thank you, sweetie.

Mom: Ezra, did everything go alright? Did you make it home okay?

Celeste: I'm sure he's fine, Mom. He's probably just busy.

Mom: I know, but he's usually home from these functions by now.

Celeste: Oh, I'm sure he's home. He's probably just a little busy if you know what I mean.

Mom: Celeste Ann Winters. I do NOT need your innuendos, missy.

Celeste: I'm just saying… It's almost midnight. If he hasn't answered, I'm sure he's busy. Why the hell are you still up anyway?

Dad: That's a damn good question. Your mother still worries, even though you're both grown. That being said, I love you all but it's late. Leave the boy alone. He'll answer when he's ready. Goodnight, pumpkin. Love you.

Celeste: Love you too, Dad.

Mom: Ezra, did you find the cinnamon rolls I left in the fridge?

Celeste: Wow. Thanks, Mom. I see where I fall in your priorities.

Mom: What do you mean, Cel? I love you both equally.

Celeste: If that were true, I'd have my own container of cinnamon rolls. Hell, I even asked you to make me some the other week and you said you were busy.

Mom: Well, I was busy. Besides, you make them just as good as I do. Your brother, on the other hand, is hopeless. I didn't want him to scare Daphne off with his horrid cooking if she did stay over.

Celeste: That's a goo d point.

Ezra: Thank you for the cinnamon rolls, Mom. We had a wonderful night. I'll send some pictures in a bit. Daphne is still asleep, so please keep away. I mean that in the nicest way possible. I love you all, but you can come on strong, and I don't want to risk her freaking out when my family descends and send her running for the hills.

I hit send, then silence my phone and wait for the cinnamon rolls to be done while I drink my coffee. I love my family, but sometimes they can be a little much. I'm hoping they take me seriously and stay away today. Last night was amazing in so many ways, but having Daphne trust me and stay was more than I could have hoped for.

As soon as the timer on the oven goes off, I plate a few cinnamon rolls on a serving tray my mom uses sometimes when she's over. I add juice, hot water, coffee, cream, and sugar, not sure what Daphne will want this morning, then head to my room.

Seeing her naked back as soon as I step through the door has me pausing. She's lying on her stomach with her hands under the pillow. Her chestnut hair is covering her face, but I can tell from her slow breaths that she's still asleep. Setting the tray on the nightstand beside her, I gently move her hair off her face and tuck it behind her ear.

My fingers trail down her back, unable to resist all this delicious skin on display. I find myself tracing the tattoo that wraps around her ribs and runs down her side. Seeing little pieces of it last night in her dress was torture. There were also hints of ink on her chest through the intricate design in the front, and tattoos on her leg that peeked through every time the thigh-high split moved.

The first time we came together, I didn't have the wherewithal to examine the ink she hid from the world. You better believe I got up close and personal with it throughout the rest of the night.

Her ivory skin is silky smooth, tempting me in so many ways. The tattoo on her chest is an intricate piece that frames her breast on her sternum in black ink with gray shading. It morphs into another piece on her ribs that goes down her side, all the way to her thigh. That piece is full of color and an abstract that she designed with Meadow's help. It flows perfectly with her body. She's perfectly hidden her ink, but the tantalizing glimpses in her dress last night were enough to drive me wild.

Unable to keep my lips off her skin a moment longer, I move her hair to her shoulder as I kiss my way down her neck and then her spine. Goosebumps erupt on her body as I trace my tongue down over to the ink on her side. I nip and kiss, adding my own mark to her porcelain skin, waking Daphne with a low moan.

"Did you just give me a hickey?" She lifts her head, one eye peeking at me.

With a lascivious smile, I nod before lowering my head to give her another mark on her ribs.

"Mmm, I want to be annoyed, but that feels so good."

"You like having my marks on you, love?"

"Yes, I really do."

"In that case…" I lick, kiss, and suck her skin, leaving my mark all over her and causing the ache in my girl to increase.

I gently roll her over before lowering my body to hers. She sighs as she melts into my touch and the bed, her legs instantly wrapping around my hips. I've been hard since the moment I walked through the door, but her wetness soaking my boxers has me wishing I was sliding inside her.

But there's no way she isn't sore after last night. Even knowing that, I can't help but thrust into her. Daphne arches her back as she meets my hips. If I keep this up, I might end up spilling my seed in my boxers like a pre-teen boy.

"Mmm, that feels so good, Ezra."

I thrust a little harder, pulling a whimper from her. "How can I be this close to coming already?" Daphne whispers to herself, making me need her even more.

Wanting her to come in my mouth, I lick and kiss my way down her center until my shoulders are spreading her legs and my mouth is ready to feast on her dripping pussy. Dipping down, I slide my tongue through her folds before gliding it up to her aching numb. I tease her as I lick and nip all around, but I don't give her the pressure she needs.

"Ezra, p-please."

"Please, what?" I question, while I lap up her center. Sliding two fingers into her, I pump slowly and watch Daphne, gauging her reaction.

Her face is flushed with want and embarrassment, but she doesn't seem to be in any pain. Raising an eyebrow at her while I wait for her words, I know I'll make Daphne more comfortable telling me what she needs the more we do this.

"I-I need to come. Please make me come."

"Such a good fucking girl." I dive in and devour her.

It's less than a minute before she's exploding. Daphne soaks my face as my fingers pump into her, making her squirt all over me.

"Oh my. What did you just do to me?"

Looking up at Daphne through her parted legs, I smile as I lick my lips and use the sheet to wipe off my face. Her face is red, and she looks appalled at the mess she made of me and my bed. I couldn't be happier, though. Knowing I can make her do that is an instant ego boost, and I can't wait to try again.

"I made you squirt, and it was hot as fuck."

"I didn't know that could really happen. I mean, I did, but I thought it was like a mythical event and that it was something you read about in books but never experience."

Her ramblings have me laughing as I climb up her body. "I can assure you it's a very real thing, and knowing you can do it, I'll be damn sure to make it happen every time I go down on you."

"Every time?" she squeaks out, her eyes wide.

"Daphne, it was hot as fuck. Of course, I'm going to try and do it again."

"But I made everything a mess. And—"

Before she can spiral more, I grab her hand and place it on my raging hard-on. "Yes, you did, and you made me hard enough that I could probably pound a nail in right now if I wanted to."

"Oh." She bites her lip as she wraps her hand around my length, a little unsure, but getting bolder when she pulls a groan from my lips. "Can I take care of this for you?"

"Mmm, what did you have in mind?"

Daphne hesitates, making me curious as hell to know what she's thinking.

"Say what's on your mind, love. I promise I will like anything you want to do."

"Um, I actually changed my mind."

"That's okay. You don't have to do anything you're not ready for."

"That's not it, Ezra. You know I'm inexperienced, so I was wondering if I could watch you."

"Watch me, what?" I have a feeling I know what she wants, but I need to get her comfortable asking for the things she desires. I want her to know we can do whatever she wants, that I'm pretty open when it comes to sex and want nothing more to fulfill her desires.

"Can you jerk off and come on me?"

Well, that was a little surprising. I figured she wanted to watch me, but never thought she'd let me paint her with my seed.

"Fuck yes. Scoot back."

I help Daphne scoot up the bed, so she's propped up and I'm straddling her waist. I pull my cock out and give it a hard stroke. Needing a little lubrication, I reach down between her legs and swipe some of her juices. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I grip it hard as I thrust into my palm, twisting at the tip.

Daphne's eyes are blown wide, her pupils nearly black as she watches me, full of lust. I don't think she even notices, but she's twisting to find relief. She's so turned on while watching me.

"Fuck, love. The way you're looking at me has me on edge. You want this cock, don't you? You want me to slam into you, make you scream my name as I rail that perfect little cunt, and make you cream on me before I do it all over again?"

Daphne whimpers, rocking her hips into me.

I move up her chest a little higher, giving myself more room to reach behind me and play with her. It's no surprise that she's soaking wet again. I slide a finger inside of her, pulling it out to coat my cock even more. I can't help the moan that slides from my lips as the proof of what I do to her slicks my dick.

"You love this, don't you? You want to be my dirty little slut? My fucktoy I can use as I wish to pleasure myself and pull as many orgasms from you as I can?"

"Yes, Ezra. Please, please make me come again."

"Hmm, you're such a good girl with your manners, but I think you're missing something."

"What do you mean?"

"What do the good girls in your dirty books call their man?"

It's fucking hard to concentrate, but hearing her call me "sir" would be a dream come true. Daphne looks at me questioningly. Feeling like she needs some encouragement, I reach back behind me and bury two fingers in her hot center.

"Please make me come…" Her eyes are hooded as hesitates for a breath. "Daddy."

"Fuuuck." I've never really liked it before when a woman has tried calling me that, but coming from Daphne's lips, I'm a fucking goner. I feel my orgasm trying to break free, but there's no way I'm coming before her.

"Good girl."

I swipe over her clit as I thrust hard into her with my fingers, tipping Daphne over the edge. She convulses around me, and I'm finally able to let myself go. I come so fucking hard, shooting rope after rope all over Daphne. It hits her chest, her chin, and some even lands on her cheek. My cock should be spent, but the moment her tongue slips out and laps my cum off the corner of my mouth, a little more comes spilling out.

Completely spent, I collapse on Daphne. My head is in her neck, and I don't even care that I'm lying in my own cum, sticky and wet on her bare skin. I'm still trying to catch my breath when Daphne's fingers run over my back.

"Fucking hell, love. That was hot as fuck. Did you like that?"

I find the strength to push myself up and look down at her.

I can tell she's nervous, but she's also sated, which makes her a little more open and honest with me. She nods, but I need to hear the words.

"Tell me everything you liked and if there was anything you didn't."

"I liked it all. Everything with you is amazing, Ezra. I'm naturally awkward, which you know, but you make me feel so wanted that I can do and say anything and don't have to worry about being embarrassed."

"You never need to be embarrassed with me, Daphne." I tuck some hair behind her ear as my hands frame her face. "We can try anything you'd like. I don't really have any limits when it comes to sex. I'm open to experimenting with you any way you want. I didn't push you too far, did I?"

"No, I loved everything we just did."

"Even the dirty talk?"

"Especially the dirty talk. I…"

She hesitates and tries turning her head away from me, but there's no hiding. I need to know how she feels about everything. I love bringing her desire and I do not want to do anything to ever push her too far or make her uncomfortable.

"I debated between 'sir' and 'daddy', but I couldn't stop the desire to call you 'daddy', so I just said it. I really liked it."

"I loved hearing you call me that. I never thought it would be something I'd like, but coming from your lips, it was perfect. Is that a kink you're interested in?"

"Um, I don't know. I don't think I'd really like regressing—it's not something I feel I need—but I find other aspects of a daddy interesting."

"Okay, like what?"

"Um, I guess I like you being in charge."

"Me too." I wink to lighten the mood and make sure Daphne isn't stressing about this too much. "Is that just in the bedroom, or would you like me to take charge outside as well?"

"Maybe a little in our everyday stuff. I have social anxiety, so going out to dinners or socializing in general can be a little overwhelming for me."

"Hmm, so like ordering for you, picking out your clothes. Things like that?"

"Yes. I think I'd like that."

"I think I'd like that too, love. What about other kinks? Is there anything you'd like to try? I know with a daddy dynamic, there can be rules and punishments if rules are broken. Would that be something you're interested in?"

"I think so, but I don't know what kind of rules you would implement since I really don't think I'm a little."

"Hmm, what are some things you struggle with in your day-to-day life that I could maybe help out with?"

"Time management is probably my biggest. Being a creative and doing a job where I get to flex my creativeness, I sometimes fall down the rabbit hole and lose all track of time. I've missed appointments, lunch dates, and I often forget to eat."

"Oh, we can't have that. I love your body, but I love your curves even more. I can't have you losing any of these"—I slide a hand under her and grab her ass for emphasis—"delicious curves that are perfect to grab on to.

"I can help remind you to eat and of any plans or appointments you have. If you don't follow through, then I can duel out a punishment I see fit. Do you have in mind what that might be? Because I have a few ideas."

"I think I want to try spanking. I mean, I would be willing to try spanking without punishment, but also as a form of punishment. Edging sounds hot as hell, but also like torture. That would probably be a good one."

"Mmm, I'd love to pinken this skin of yours." I groan as I kiss her neck. Talking about all of this has me ready to go again, but I really need to cover as much information as I can with her while she's let her guard down and is open to talking about all of this. "Is there anything else?"

"Um, a couple of my books I read… They've used toys, floggers, and collars. They were hot as hell. I think I'd really like to experiment with all of those things."

"Fuck me, love. You're like my fantasy woman come to life."

"Really? You don't find me depraved and a freak?"

"Daphne, if you're a freak, then I'm a whole damn side show. Everything you've asked, I would absolutely love experimenting with you."

"You would?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely. Can you not feel how hard I am right now?"

She bites her lip as she nods. "Thank you for asking these things of me and being open and honest. That's going to be so important moving forward."

"Let's throw some clothes on and go eat. I'll grab my laptop and we can do some research together. We can come up with a list of things we'd both like to try and talk about limits or anything we might be uncomfortable with. We can also come up with set rules you'd like and discuss more of this Daddy/sub dynamic."

"Okay."

"And Daphne, if you ever want the roles to reverse, I'd gladly worship at your feet."

She sucks in a gasped breath as her eyes go wide.

I think my girl likes the idea of me worshipping her. I never in my wildest dreams imagined getting to this point with Daphne, but I couldn't be happier about it. The more I can be ingrained in her life and show her she has all of me, the more likely she'll know I'm playing for keeps.

I'm a little nervous that once we leave my bedroom, the bubble of open and honest communication will pop, but I'm pleasantly surprised with the ease between us as we have breakfast and discuss kinks and things we'd like to try together. We come up with a thorough list of things to explore and also rules that Daphne feels comfortable having me implement.

I'm disappointed when she has to head home so that she can do some work for her foundation, but we make plans to get together in a couple of days.

Dropping her off at her apartment and going home is absolute torture, but being able to plan our next scene, and come up with more ways to take care of my girl and truly make her mine, helps the next few days fly by. Well, that and our nightly video chats, where we come together before passing out.

Thankfully, the days I thought were going to drag fly by before I know it, and I'm on my way to get my girl. I can't wait to take her out then back to my house, fully ready to delve into our new dynamic and work on getting closer to making her mine.