Page 46 of Fixing Their Heart
“Fuuuuuck,baby.Ahhhhh.” The hand I have cupping her cheek moves of its own accord. It dips behind her head to grasp her hair, not hard, but gently, fatherly. A guiding, loving hand. “That’s such a good girl.Sucha good girl.”
She responds with more humming, a sweet vibration that settles in my balls. Her eyes are on mine, and the affection between us arrows straight to my heart.
“Gonna come, baby,” I breathe. I’m doing my level best not to fuck up into her. Don’t want my sweet little one getting any more of a mouthful than she’s ready for. Also want her to know what’s coming her way soon, let her use her newfound agency to decide if she’s going to take it or leave it. “Feels sofuckinggood. Gonna blow, sweet baby.”
She doesn’t break her pace, andWorking,is it intense!
My pleasure rides the border between too much and not enough, and suddenly, it crests. My body jerks with ecstasy, and my little one loves me through it, taking my offering into herself. I come for what feels like days. It’s glorious. It’s fucking beautiful, and so is Cora when she sits back on her heels, licking her lips, small breasts heaving, nipples pebbled with the morning chill.
“Getting your way looks good on you, little one.”
She nibbles her lower lip, looking somehow contrite and pleased with herself all at the same time. “Was I too bratty?”
“No, baby. You were the perfect amount of bratty.”
She smiles at me, and it’s a genuine, no-holds-barred smile. It’s like her true self is shining, when all I’ve seen before is a cloud-covered Cora. Something’s changed in my little one. I guess that talk last night really did help her. I couldn’t be happier. Hell, I don’t think I ever have been happier than am right here in this moment with her.
“Come here,” I cup her neck and bring her to me. Our mouths mate, and I taste my come as I massage her tongue with mine. We kiss for long minutes. Long enough for me to get hard again and for her to start squirming, wordlessly telling me she’s ready for her turn.
First, though, my little one needs reassurance. She might not know she needs it, but she does. She’s inexperienced. She needs to know she did good for her daddy.
I settle her against my side, holding her tight. With my lips on her temple, I praise her with intimate whispers. “That was so fucking perfect. You’re the best little girl a daddy could ask for.Sofucking beautiful and sweet. And that mouth.Fuuuuck,me, that mouth is going to be my undoing.”
She nips my thumb as I use it to tug down her lower lip. “I don’t want to undo you. I just want to show you how much it means to me that you explained things last night.”
“Mmm. You like when Daddy teaches you things?”
She nods, eyes wide and honest.
“You ready for another lesson?”
She grins, and her eyes sparkle with mischief. Oh, yeah. My lamb is ready to receive more of Daddy’s wisdom.
Cora
“Get on your hands and knees.”Rev is being bossy, but it’s a nice kind of bossy. He’s going to teach me something about my body, and I can’t wait to learn.
I’m still savoring his taste on my tongue as I get on all fours, like he asked. While I do that, he arranges a king-size pillow so it’s lying in an up-down direction. Then he guides me with gentle hands until I’m straddling the pillow.
I take a moment to marvel at how comfortable I am being naked and being moved around by him when, last night, I balked at sitting on his lap while we were both fully clothed. Somehow, the Reverend has been able to work a miracle with me. I feel lighter and freer than I have since Week Zero, and I think, just maybe, I’m ready to explore insertion.
“Now, head and shoulders down.” His firm hand on my upper back encourages me into position.
My cheek rests on the pillow, and my head compresses the very upper edge until it nestles against the sheets. If my back is a ski slope, my butt is where the lift lets you off. I’m doing a yoga move that should be outlawed in all fifty states. With my head turned to the side, my field of vision is restricted to Rev’s hairy thigh and his long, semi-hard penis. It’s right there near my face, and I drag his scent into my lungs for the second time this morning. He’s spicy and warm, like salted caramel with a kick.Yum.
“Like this?” I ask, wagging my butt in the air.
“Yeah. That’s it. That’s fucking pretty, baby, seeing you ass-up for Daddy.Mm-mmm.” He makes a sound like he’s getting ready to dive into a delicious meal. I’m a little nervous. I wonder if he’ll go inside me. But there’s no fear tied up in the nerves. Not anymore. If Daddy thinks I need to be penetrated, then he probably knows best, and he’ll help me through whatever follows.
Our conversation last night healed something inside me.“You don’t owe the universe or anyone else babies. Same goes for sex. You don’t owe that to anyone. Not ever. If you think you do, you’re wildly underestimating the agency you have.”
I see now that my view ofmyselfwas the whole problem. I let Leon’s treatment of me alter my sense of self. I allowed the circumstance of being the only woman for seven men bury me in layers of obligation. But it was all in my head. What was true about my agency before Week Zero is still true now.Iam the boss of what happens to my body. Having someone violate my agency doesn’t erase the fact that I have it.
None of the men here will try to steal what’s mine and mine alone. My agency. Rev promised as much, and so have the others, each in their own way. Even Jud. Because of those promises, I feel a sense of power and freedom that I didn’t have before. I feel brave now. I feel like my body is mine to offer, not theirs to take.
I feel ready for whatever Rev has in store for me.
“Do you trust Daddy, little one?”