Lining myself up with her entrance, I gave her one final warning. “Hang on, baby, I’m done being gentle with you.” And I thrust into her in one swift motion. The heat of her body enveloping me and sucking me in was mind-blowing. I had literally been dreaming about that feeling since the first time I saw her. We matched our rhythm and instantly fell into a time warp of nothing but feeling and motion. Back and forth, in and out, we fucked for ages, like it was the first and the last time all wrapped up in one.
“That’s it, baby, show me how you come on my cock.” I whispered in her ear as I felt her pussy clamp down around my cock. Shit. She felt so good, I wanted to stay inside her forever. Feeling her shake and shudder beneath me pushed me even closer to the edge. By the time I allowed myself to relish in my own release, Carly was completely spent, her body an exhausted ragdoll of fizzling sensation.
“Matt, that was so incredible.” She whispered in my ear as we lay in each other’s arms.
I smiled. “And it’s only our first time, baby. Just wait…”
Carly giggled and rolled away from me, putting her bright red and bruised ass on display. “No, seriously, it’s never been that good before…not with anyone.”
Reaching over, I kissed her lips. “Glad to hear it, kitten. Now let me get you something for that sore ass. It looks like you’re going to have trouble sitting down for the next few days.” I chuckled as I got up to go look for the arnica cream.
She chewed on her lip as if she was contemplating something. “Umm…if you get to call me kitten, what should I call you?”
“Depends. Only good girls get to call me Daddy.” Pausing for effect, I waited by the door, staring deep into her eyes and trying to gauge her reaction. “Are you a good girl, kitten?”
She nodded and smiled. “Sometimes…”
“Such a brat.” I laughed. “Tell you what, if you’re a good girl, maybe Daddy will buy you some pretty little kitten toys.”
“Pleeeease, Daddy?” She responded.
Fuck. This girl was going to kill me.
***
Weeks passed in the blink of an eye and somewhere in between those long hours of work, Carly and I were playing house. It was strangely comforting, yet the possibility of a catastrophic ending hovered over us. Her life was in New York and mine wasn’t. I’d lent her the money to pay her rent and she’d convinced her friend Bryanna to keep her cat, but we both knew we were living in limbo. I wasn’t entirely sure where this was going or how long she’d really stay, but what I did know was that with every day that passed, I dreaded the day she would leave. I had gotten used to waking up to her warm naked body in my arms each morning and savouring every inch of her sweet body each night.
Chapter 33
CARLY
I felt like I was living inside a dream. A lucid dream. The kind where you know you’re dreaming and you’re desperately hoping your eyes won’t open. Because the second they do, you know it will all be lost forever.
After Matt bought me art supplies, I started spending my days painting. He worked crazy long hours but I didn’t mind at all. Mornings were spent out in the parks or running the trails and stopping to take pictures. In the afternoons, I’d paint. Using the photos that I’d taken for inspiration, I found myself creating canvasses of natural spaces that I never would have guessed I could do. I chatted with Bryanna every few days, but I had been trying to keep it light and easy. She didn’t approve of me staying in Canada and was convinced that Matt was somehow going to hurt me. For the first time in all the years that we’d been friends, I felt we were growing apart and it was slowly breaking my heart. I needed her to understand, but I guess things weren’t as clear to her from far away as they were to me.
Matt made me feel safe and cherished in a way that no one else ever had. And that cold, harsher version of himself that I first met back when he picked me up off the highway? Yeah…he brought that side of himself to the bedroom every night. I was beyond smitten, Matt Harris had become my full-blown addiction.
“Hey, little kitten…” Matt called out to me one night from his bedroom. “I have a surprise for you.” What started as a little joke had recently become an actual thing between us. He only had to look at me a certain way and call me kitten and I was on my knees every time.
“The things you do to me with your words, Daddy.” I drawled, making my way towards him. Matt had a California king size bed in his room and it was the biggest damn thing I’d ever seen. Of course, the day I said that to him, he used it as an excuse to spank me so hard, I couldn’t sit down comfortably for almost a week. It was one of my best bratty moments and one that I tried to replicate as often as I could. Being a brat came naturally to me, and Matt loved it, but lately his pet word kitten had morphed into a whole new game.
He chuckled as he watched me clamber up on to the bed, giddy with delight. “Is kitty excited to see what I brought for her?”
That was the line. Just a few magical words that would set the tone for the evening.
His hands went to my head and began to play with my hair. God, how I loved when he did that. Pushing my head back into his hand was my way of letting him know I wanted more. He took a few minutes to pet my head, my hair, and down my shoulders and arms. “That’s it, kitten, show me how much you like my touch.”
There was something oddly comforting about the way he petted me. I moaned and purred in enjoyment. I’d always enjoyed a little kink in the bedroom, but I’d also often been left wanting more. But not with Matt. Each time, he was everything I needed and so much more.
“Want your present, baby?” Matt breathed into my neck as he alternated between nipping at my skin and then kissing each marked spot.
I nodded and chewed my lip. In this game, I had to find new ways to communicate, and I had learned that not having to use words was liberating. It left me at my most submissive and completely at his mercy.
Matt began stripping off my clothes. One by one, my t-shirt, jeans, panties, and bra fell to the floor. “Good little kitties don’t need clothes, do they?” He continued, his voice soft and smooth like melting butter. “Ahh…that’s better.” He said to himself once I was naked. “Now be a good little kitten and go to your place.”
Immediately, I went to the floor and sat back on my knees, my hands resting gently on my thighs.
“I’ve been searching for something for a while now, something that would be extra special for my favourite kitten…” He continued while patting my head. I watched as he reached into a bag and pulled out some packages.
“Now, kitten, be a good girl and close those pretty little eyes of yours. I don’t want you to see your gift until I tell you it’s ready.”