Chapter Thirty-One
Jackson
10 months later
“Do it, daddy. Do whatever you want to me.”
Lily stretched her body spread-eagle on the toy room bed, arms firmly behind her head. I’d tied them to the bedhead ten minutes earlier, and my fingers and tongue had been teasing her ever since. All she could do was writhe and moan, unable to push me away when she got too close to coming before she wanted to.
“Oh, I will,” I murmured in reply, leaning down to kiss her. She put her legs up, wrapping them around my hips. “Naughty girl…”
Our kiss heated up quickly, passionate and burning through us both. I couldn't take it anymore; I needed to be inside my girl. Reaching down, I guided myself inside her, groaning as I felt her slick pussy grip my cock. I propped myself up, moving my hips slowly at first until our hips found a good rhythm. It was all panting, concentration, the friction beginning to build. Lily matched my thrusts, rocking her hips as she moaned.
Balancing on my knees and one hand, I licked my fingers, reaching down to touch Lily’s folds. Firm, slow strokes of my fingers matched the rhythm of my thrusting hips, and it was all too much for her.
“Oh, god,” she moaned. I could feel the muscles in her thighs and stomach growing tight. Her moans escalated, louder, longer, pitching up in a desperate keening plea. My composure broken, I pulled my hand away and thrust harder, faster, pounding into Lily as she desperately tried to break free of her bonds, wanting and needing to run her fingertips over me. But I wasn’t going to let her. She was going to lie back and take what I gave her like a good girl. All it took was a stifled moan, my teeth gritting, neck and shoulders tight with the strain, and she was coming on my cock with a gasp.
“Yes, daddy, yes!”
I kept fucking her for all I was worth. When Lily was finally able to, she let out a groan of relief, something halfway between 'mmm' and a breathy ‘daddy’. That was all it took to push me over the edge, and I rode out my orgasm on the tail end of hers. A deep rumbling groan sent aftershocks through Lily, her soft moans emphasizing each harsh thrust of my hips, which slowed to a stop as we both panted heavily.
She groaned when I finally pulled away and went into the bathroom to clean up a bit, and watched me with lust-filled eyes as I walked back out. She was still lying there, spread-eagle with her hands over her head, unable to move.
“If that isn't the best thing I’ve ever seen, I don't know what is,” I growled. She smiled lazily up at me as I carefully lay down beside her. “I’m not done with you yet, little girl. Not by a long shot.”
She giggled and kissed me slowly as I climbed on top of her, sucking lightly at my lip, tugging softly with her teeth as my hands explored her curves. Rounding the curve of her hip, I followed a path down between her legs, not hesitating to slide my fingers between her warm, welcoming folds. She gasped in surprise, letting out a long low moan as I found her slick heat, thrusting two fingers inside of her before sliding them back up to find the small, tight nub of her clit. I circled it expertly with two fingers, gentle yet firm enough to get her going. She spread her legs wide to me, and I watched her eyes scrunch shut, mouth parted to let small moans of pleasure escape.
I moved down the bed, and my tongue sought out more of those sweet moans and pleading, toe-curling pleasure as I circled her clit. I brought her close several times, coaxing her to the edge as her thighs strained and back arched before backing off. She was a mess, begging me for more and more as she came against my lips.
Wiping my mouth, I made my way back up, ignoring my straining erection as I untied the ropes that held her arms. She immediately grabbed hold of me, encouraging me enthusiastically, meeting my thrusts as I ground into her again, whispering and moaning into my ear until I was equally desperate. I rode out my orgasm enthusiastically, still feeling her tighten around me in contractions from her own climax as I groaned into her neck.
This time, I barely had the energy to clean up afterwards. Utterly spent, Lily hardly made it further than curling onto her side as she pulled me up behind her. Spooning was great, but spooning after sex had to be one of the best things in the world.
“How does it feel to be in here for the last time?” Lily asked, her voice barely a murmur.
I smiled even though she couldn’t see it. “It’s not the last time. We’ll have a new toy room in the new place.”
“I can’t wait to be there,” she replied, eyes crinkling as she smiled.
After everything that’d gone down last year, we were making a lot of changes. Craig Rubio was in prison for his crimes now, and Lily and I had decided to move far away from the area we lived in. It was too hard for Lily to be here after what she now knew—that her mother died here as well as Jenna—so it made sense for us to make a fresh start somewhere else. Unfortunately, it took a long time for the house to sell, given its history, but we’d finally had an offer put on the place a month ago. Now we were in the process of packing up, and today was our last day in this house before we moved into our new townhouse in the inner city.
It made sense for us to be closer to the CBD for other reasons, too—it was closer to Lily’s college and closer to my office at City Hall, where I was still a councilman. I ended up dropping out of the election for US senator after all the drama with Craig, because Lily needed me; needed more time with me to help her recover from the shock and trauma. I was happy to do so. If I’d stayed in the race and won a spot in the US senate, then I would’ve had to move across the country to DC for a good portion of each year for my serving term, and now just wasn’t the right time for that. I needed to reprioritise now that my little girl was in my life.
I was better off running again during the next election season in a few years, anyway. Past issues would’ve blown over by then, and Lily would be in her mid-twenties, which would look ‘better’ to voters than a nineteen-year-old. I’d never had a problem with her age, obviously, but we knew there were more than a few prissy people who did have an issue with our relationship, and so it made sense for us to wait till she was older now that everything was out in the open.
We’d been out in the open for quite some time now, actually—ever since we dragged Craig into the police station that afternoon. Considering the high-profile nature of the case, coupled with the involvement of someone like me, it was impossible to keep it out of the media, and so we’d had to admit to our relationship. It was hard for the first few weeks, and Lily bore the brunt of most of the gossip, but considering what she’d been through (and also considering what I’d done to save her from her father) it wasn’t too bad. Most people were sympathetic and thought we made a good couple, and it was only the prim and proper gossip queens who thought the age gap was creepy.
I sat up, propping myself up on one elbow. “I’m going to go make us some coffee, baby girl,” I murmured before leaning back down to kiss her.
“Okay, daddy,” she whispered, stretching luxuriantly on the satin sheets.
I went and busied myself with the coffee maker, and when I had two steaming mugs of fresh java, I held them steadily and headed back upstairs. I paused at the beginning of the upstairs hallway, frowning as I realized something. It hadn’t occurred to me before now, but ever since Lily moved in, I’d stopped all my old habits of checking and re-checking things like the coffee machine. I only ever did it because Jenna did the same thing all those years ago, and continuing her habits had been a way of coping with the guilt of letting her die, back when I thought it was my fault. But now I knew better. Thanks to Lily, I knew there was nothing I could’ve done, and it was someone else’s fault Jenna was gone.
Not mine.
I could breathe and sleep a lot easier now with that knowledge, and sleeping was twice as good when I had Lily in bed with me, all wrapped up and snuggled in the blankets. Nothing felt as great as it did to wake up next to that every morning; to see her chest rising and falling as she let out cute little snores, each breath fanning the hair that’d fallen onto her face. That beautiful face.
I smiled and carried the coffees into the toy room. Lily was sitting up now, her hair messed up from our playtime, and she smiled back at me and reached out to get her coffee. “Thank you,” she said before taking a sip. “Mm…this is good. I’m surprised I can stomach it.”
I frowned. “Why’s that? You’ve always loved coffee.” There was a strange little smile playing on her lips now, and I arched an eyebrow. “What are you hiding from me, little girl? You know you can’t keep secrets from me.”
She shrugged. “I just thought I’d be off it by now. But I’m still craving it. And I was told one a day is okay.”
I growled and leaned down. “You’re being very evasive. Do you need a spanking, baby girl?”
She giggled. “No. But remember what you were saying earlier? About how we’ll have a new toy room in the new house.” I nodded, and she went on. “Well, I just found out the other day…we’ll need another toy room, too. A different sort of toy room….”
My eyebrows furrowed. “What? Another….oh!”
“Yep,” she said, her voice growing in strength and confidence. “You’re going to be a daddy, Jackson.”
I could feel my heart swelling with pride and joy, and my eyes crinkled as I grinned and pulled Lily into a tight hug. “Really?” I said, my voice partially muffled by her neck as I peppered it with kisses. “We’re having a baby?”
She drew back and nodded. “Yes.”
I slid my hand down over her bare stomach and held it there. “I love you, Lily. You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”
“You’ve made me the happiest girl alive,” she replied with a smile. “You’ve always kept me safe. I know you’ll do the same for our baby. You’ll protect him or her the same way you’ve protected me.”
I leaned in and kissed her again, elated at her words. For years, I’d felt like I fucked up irrevocably when Jenna died, and I felt like I shouldn’t be with a woman again in case I failed to protect her in the same way; in the way a man was supposed to. But Lily had brought me back to life, and I knew better now. I hadn’t failed back then. Sometimes things were just beyond our control because of other people’s actions. But it would never be like that with Lily. She was a good girl, and as long as we were together, I’d be able to keep her safe. Keep her happy. That was all she’d ever asked for. She didn’t care about my money or my status. She just wanted love and protection. And boy, she was going to get a hell of a lot of that. I was never going to stop fighting for her or looking after her.
“No matter what happens,” I said, pausing to kiss the top of her head. “You’re always going to be my little girl…”