Protect Me Daddy

6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I awoke to golden light filtering through Dwight's pristine apartment, my body tingling with memories of yesterday.

He’d spanked me.

It had been a light spanking, just to set me right. But it had awakened something in me. Each smack had ignited fire, and I’d squirmed and wriggled with lust as he’d punished me.

Last night, of course, I’d touched myself. There was no way I could have gotten to sleep without doing so. I’d pushed fingers against my clit as I remembered how strong his palm had felt against my backside, how the pain had faded into pleasure after every smack.

But this morning, as I lay there, an ache bloomed in my chest that had nothing to do with physical desire. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was just another Sarah to him - someone to protect and heal before moving on? The thought made my stomach twist.

I padded into the kitchen, where Dwight was already making breakfast. My breath caught as I took in his powerful frame moving with quiet grace. His dark hair was endearingly messy, jaw shadowed with stubble. When he turned and smiled at me, my heart skipped.

"Morning, little one," he rumbled, voice still rough with sleep. "How'd you rest?"

"Fine," I mumbled, sliding onto a stool, trying not to blush. I couldn't meet his eyes, afraid he'd see right through me. Afraid that somehow, he’d be able to sense the quivering orgasm he’d caused in me last night. Afraid that he’d know, somehow, that I was worried I liked him more than he liked me.

Dwight set a steaming mug of coffee in front of me, brow furrowing. "Everything okay?"

I shrugged, tracing the rim of the mug. "Just thinking."

He leaned across the counter, steel blue eyes intent on my face. "About?"

My cheeks flushed. How could I admit my fears without sounding needy and insecure? I grasped for a change of subject. "Um, how's the investigation going?"

Dwight's expression turned serious as he began outlining Earl's network. The other evening, he’d taken a call from his captain, apparently, who’d told him that things were progressing nicely with the ring they were drawing around Earl’s gang. I tried to focus, I really did. But the way Dwight’s henley stretched across those broad shoulders was far too distracting. I found myself lost in imagining those strong hands on my body instead.

"Tilly?" Dwight's voice snapped me back to attention. "Did you hear what I said about Earl's latest move?"

I blinked, mortified at being caught daydreaming. "Sorry, I . . . guess I'm still waking up."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "You sure that's all it is?"

I squirmed under his scrutiny. How did he always seem to see right through me? I opened my mouth, not sure what would come out, when Dwight's cologne hit me. He'd leaned closer, reaching for the coffee pot, and the spicy scent made my head spin.

"I'm fine," I managed, my voice embarrassingly breathy. "Just... distracted."

Dwight poured himself another cup, his muscled forearm flexing. "Distracted by what, princess?"

The endearment sent a shiver through me. I gripped my mug tighter, desperately seeking something to focus on besides the heat radiating from his body.

"Nothing important," I lied, standing abruptly. "I should get dressed."

As I turned to flee, my elbow caught the edge of my mug. Coffee splashed across the counter, narrowly missing Dwight's shirt.

"Shit!" I yelped, grabbing for napkins. "I'm so sorry!"

Dwight was there in an instant, his large frame pressing against my back as he reached around me for the paper towels. I froze, hyper-aware of every point of contact between us.

"It's alright, little one," he murmured, his breath warm on my neck. "Accidents happen."

I shivered, leaning back slightly into his solid chest. His hands stilled for a moment before he stepped away, leaving me feeling bereft.

"Why don't you go get ready?" he suggested, voice suddenly rough. "I'll clean this up."

I nodded mutely, scurrying towards the guest room. I could feel Dwight's eyes on me. Just before I rounded the corner, I glanced back. The intensity in his gaze made my breath catch.

What was I doing? I wondered, heart pounding. Playing with fire, that's what.

I couldn't help myself. The urge to push Dwight's buttons, to see how far I could go before he snapped, was overwhelming. I left my pajamas strewn across the floor, my towel draped carelessly over a chair. When I emerged from the guest room, I made sure to bump into the side table, knocking over a stack of magazines.

"Oops," I said, not bothering to pick them up.

Dwight's jaw clenched, but he said nothing. The look he gave me, though—stern and knowing—sent a thrill through my body.

Throughout the morning, I pushed further. I sprawled on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. I interrupted him while he was on a work call. When he gently admonished me, I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever," I muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

His eyes flashed, but his voice remained steady. "Tilly, behave."

The command in his tone made heat pool low in my belly. I bit my lip, fighting a smile.

When lunchtime rolled around, I was determined to see how far I could push. I sauntered into the kitchen, purposely bumping into Dwight as he stood at the counter.

"What's for lunch, Daddy?" I asked, my voice sickeningly sweet.

He turned, his imposing frame making me feel deliciously small. "Sandwiches," he replied, his voice low and controlled. "Why don't you help me prepare them?"

I shrugged, reaching past him for a soda in the fridge. "Not hungry."

As I popped the tab, Dwight's hand shot out, grasping my wrist. "Did I give you permission for that?"

My breath caught. "Nope."

He leaned in close, his chest brushing my back. I could feel the heat of him, smell the spicy scent of his cologne. My heart raced.

"You know better than that, little one," he murmured, his breath fanning across my neck. "What's gotten into you today?"

I shivered, caught between wanting to press back against him and the urge to run. "Nothing," I whispered, my voice betraying me with its breathlessness.

I couldn't take it anymore. With a deliberate flick of my wrist, I sent the soda can toppling. Sticky liquid splashed across the counter, dripping onto the floor.

"Oops," I said, feigning innocence.

Dwight moved with startling speed. Before I could blink, he'd spun me around, pressing me against the counter. His muscled arms caged me in, chest firm against my back. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his breathing, matching my own.

"What's really going on, little one?" he growled, his lips inches from my ear.

A shudder ran through me as one of his large hands cupped my hip. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of my sundress, igniting sparks along my skin.

"I don't know what you mean, Daddy," I lied, the words coming out in a breathless whisper.

His knowing chuckle vibrated through my body, low and dangerous. "I think you do," he murmured, his fingers tightening slightly on my hip. "You've been pushing all day. Testing me."

My heart hammered in my chest. I wanted to lean back into him, to feel the full length of his body against mine. But I also feared what would happen if I gave in completely to this game I'd started.

"I haven't-" I began, but the words died in my throat as his other hand came to rest on my stomach, holding me firmly in place.

"Don't lie to me, Tilly," Dwight said, his voice a mix of steel and velvet. "You know how I feel about lies."

I swallowed hard, torn between defiance and the desire to submit. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I whispered, not entirely sure if I meant it.

I couldn't take it anymore. The tension, the uncertainty, the ache in my chest that had nothing to do with physical desire - it all came crashing down on me at once. I spun around to face him, my eyes brimming with tears.

"Do you feel anything for me?" The words tumbled out in a desperate whisper. "Or am I just someone else to fix, like Sarah?"

Dwight's eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face. I pressed on, my voice trembling. "Am I temporary? Just another broken girl for you to protect and heal before moving on?"

I couldn't stop the tears now. They spilled down my cheeks as I admitted my deepest fears. "I want more than just protection, Dwight. I want . . . I want . . ."

My voice trailed off as I saw his expression change. The stern look melted away, replaced by something softer, something that made my heart skip a beat.

Dwight cupped my face in his large hands, his touch infinitely gentle. "Oh, little one," he murmured, thumbs brushing away my tears. "You've got it all wrong."

I held my breath, afraid to hope. His steel-blue eyes locked with mine, intense and sincere.

"Sarah was someone I helped heal," he said softly. "But you, Tilly—you're someone I'm falling in love with."

My world tilted on its axis. I stared up at him, hardly daring to believe what I'd heard. "You . . . you are?"

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I am. And I think you might be falling for me too, aren't you, little one?"

I nodded, unable to form words. Dwight's smile widened, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against mine.

"That's why you've been acting out," he murmured. "You wanted to know if I cared."

"I... I guess so," I managed to croak out, heat flooding my cheeks.

"Well, I hope this answers your question." His voice was firm, yet laced with a teasing undertone that made my stomach flip.

Without warning, Dwight's lips were on mine, and my world exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensations.

Our first kiss was gentle, tentative as we both tested the waters. Heat pooled low in my belly as his large hands cradled my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. His lips felt like fine-ground sandpaper against mine, and I moaned into him, craving more.

Dwight groaned in response, and any semblance of restraint vanished. His tongue delved into my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny, and I arched hungrily against him.

His hands slid down my back, spanning my waist and lifting me effortlessly onto the table; all I could think about was the feel of him between my thighs.

My hands fisted in his dark hair, grinding against him as the ache inside me grew. He was hard, so hard, and I wanted him. Now.

Breaking the kiss, I looked him straight in the eyes. "I've been wanting this," I panted, my voice breathy with need, "wanting you," I corrected.

His blue eyes darkened with desire and something else—something that made my knees tremble. "I know," he said, a hint of arrogance in his voice. "I've been waiting for you to admit it."

He kissed me again, and I could taste my own need on his lips. My hands traveled down his abs, marveling at the ripples and hard planes that greeted my touch. Dwight was a walking, breathing work of art, and he was mine—well, mine for now, at least.

He gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head and his voice dropped an octave. "Now, take those pesky clothe off," he commanded.

Tingles raced up my spine at his authoritative tone, and I nodded.

I couldn't help trembling as I slowly peeled off my clothes, feeling both nervous and thrilled under Dwight's intense gaze. His eyes roamed over my body, darkening with desire.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "I'm going to give you the most incredible pleasure, little one."

My breath caught as he gently laid me down, his large hands warm against my skin. He traced feather-light patterns across my body, leaving tingles in their wake. When his fingers circled teasingly close to where I ached for him, I couldn't hold back a whimper.

"Please, Daddy," I breathed, arching into his touch.

He chuckled softly. "Patience, princess. I want to savor every inch of you."

I gasped as his mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue swirling patterns that made me see stars. The first brush against my most sensitive spot had me crying out, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets.

"That's it, babygirl," Dwight murmured against my heated flesh. "Let go for me."

As he increased the intensity, pleasure built to almost unbearable heights. I was lost in sensation, aware of nothing but Dwight and the incredible things he was doing to my body. When release finally crashed over me, it was more intense than anything I'd ever experienced before.

Exhausted but still throbbing with desire, I opened my eyes to find Dwight kneeling between my legs, his engorged cock pointing directly at me. "Your turn, Daddy," I panted, lifting my hips in invitation.

He tore open a condom with his teeth, sheathing himself before settling between my thighs. "You sure you're ready for this, Tilly?" he asked, his voice thick with restraint.

"I'm more than ready," I moaned. "Claim me, Daddy."

With one swift thrust, he was inside me, filling me to the hilt. I gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full. It felt so right, so natural.

He began moving slowly, his movements fluid and controlled. Every time he pushed into me, it was like a jolt of pleasure shot through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on.

"Fuck," he groaned, picking up the pace and driving himself deeper into me. I cried out at the intensity of it all, my hands clutching at his shoulders as if to anchor myself to reality.

Dwight's eyes were locked onto mine as he continued to pound into me, each thrust bringing us both closer to the edge. "You're incredible," he panted, sweat glistening on his brow.

"You're amazing," I managed to gasp out in return, lost in a whirlwind of sensation.

"God, you feel so good," Dwight growled, beginning to move in and out of me. "You were made for this, weren't you, my little pussy slut?"

His words sent flames of arousal through me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I met each of his thrusts, our bodies joined in a primal dance.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned. "Fuck your little slut. Make me yours."

Dwight groaned in response , his thrusts becoming even harder, deeper. I could feel my climax building again, coiling low in my belly. "That's it, baby," he growled. "Come for Daddy."

The world exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors as I shattered around him, my orgasm tearing through me like a wildfire. Dwight stiffened, his entire body tensing before he growled out my name and followed me over the edge, his warmth shooting deep inside me.

Panting for breath, we remained joined together, our hearts pounding in unison. It was in that moment that I knew, deep down to my core, that this was where I was supposed to be. With Dwight, submitting to his every desire. I was his, and he was mine.

Dwight slowly pulled out of me, collapsing next to me on the bed. He pulled me into his arms, and I snuggled into his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

"That was…" I trailed off, unable to find words that could accurately describe what we had just experienced.

"Intense," Dwight finished for me with a chuckle. He rolled off of me and pulled me close against his chest. "I hope you know how much I want you."

"I think I have a pretty good idea now," I replied with a teasing smile.

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, little one. Now that we've crossed that bridge, we need to discuss how we're going to blend our DD/lg dynamic with our romantic relationship."

I sat up, propping myself against the couch cushions as I wiped the sweat from my brow. "I've been thinking about that too," I admitted, my cheeks flushing. "I . . . I don't want to lose the intense connection we share when we play our roles. But I also like being close to you, just . . . Tilly and Dwight."

Dwight nodded, his features softening. "I understand, and I feel the same way. I think we can have both. Our DD/lg dynamic helps us explore a deeper level of trust and intimacy, but it doesn't have to consume our entire relationship. We can switch between our roles as needed, or even blend them if it feels right."

I bit my lip, considering his words. "I like the sound of that," I said at last. " But we need to set some ground rules, establish some boundaries."

"Absolutely." Dwight reached for a notepad and pen, settling them on his lap. "Let's start by writing down our hard limits and things we're uncomfortable with. This way, we'll always know what is and isn't acceptable between us."

We spent the next half-hour discussing our limits and fantasies, jotting them down in neat columns. Dwight's firm handwriting contrasted with my messy scrawl, but the act of openly communicating about our desires and fears brought us even closer.

"Now that we've got that out of the way," Dwight said, setting the notepad aside and tucking me under his arm again. "I want you to know how much I value your submission, Tilly, but also your trust as my partner."

"Thank you, Daddy," I said softly, snuggling into his embrace. "I . . . I've never felt this safe or understood before."

He kissed the top of my head, his lips warm and comforting. "That's what I'm here for, baby girl. And speaking of treats," he added, his voice taking on a playful tone, "tomorrow I'm taking you somewhere special. Time to meet some other people like us.”

Excitement bubbled in my chest. Hope bloomed in my heart.