Daddy’s Law by K.C. Crowne

Chapter 21

Ava

Ihad the good sense to keep a few condoms tucked away in the pocket lining of my purse, not that I ever thought I’d have to use them. I slipped the condom down his cock, watching his face tightened with pleasure as I did so.

Theo hissed as I lowered myself onto his cock. “Ah, fuck. You’re going to kill me, you know that?”

I moved slowly, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was unlike anything I’d experienced before. Full to the point of bursting, yet I wanted all he could give me. I gripped his shoulders, steadying myself as I took him, my pussy quivering around his hot shaft.

“Just a little more,” he encouraged, kissing the corner of my mouth.

Once I was certain I was ready, I shifted my hips and let gravity pull me down. An unceremonious guh escaped my throat. Theo didn’t seem to mind. I rocked against him, allowing his cock to split me open and fill me up. He kissed every inch of my body he could reach, pawed at my breasts, and dug his fingers into my waist.

“Good girl,” he hummed. “So pretty like this. You like riding my cock.” It was a statement, not a question.

I gasped, pleasure spiking through me. “Yes sir I do. Yes, more than anything.”

“God, you’re a dream. Are you sure you’ve never done this before? You’re so good at it.”

“N-never. Only with you.”

“Not even that first boyfriend of yours?”

“No.” I panted hard, the exertion of my movements making the muscles in my thighs and back burn. This was turning out to be quite the workout.

“Did he take care of you the way I do?”

I shook my head. “Not even close. No one takes care of me the way you do.”

Theo grabbed my ass, spanking me lightly. “That’s right,” he growled. “I’m the only one who knows how to make you this wet. Is that right?”

I whined. “Spank me again,” I pleaded. “Please, sir.”

“Oh? Is my girl feeling naughty today?” He spanked me again and again, forcing a gasp from my lips. “You like when I slap your ass?”

I was unravelling at the seams, every fiber of my being tensing and on the verge of ripping apart. The overwhelming heat between my legs grew wilder and hotter. I was lightheaded and overheating. Any self-consciousness I felt before about being so exposed had long since faded. I knew I was safe with Theo. He’d protect me. Of that I was certain.

The burning pain in my thighs and lower back began to spread, my muscles cramping from the effort. I slowed, trying not to let my discomfort show on my face. I should have known Theo would sense something was off.

“Tired?” he asked with a fond chuckle.

I nodded. “Cowgirling is hard.”

“You’ll get better with practice.”

I wasn’t sure what thrilled me more, his sweet encouragement or the fact that he was implying we’d be doing this again. Hopefully sometime soon.

“Here,” he offered, rolling me over with ease.

I tensed against the frigid metal of the truck’s cargo bed. “Cold, cold, cold,” I said quickly.

“Sorry, sorry.” Theo grabbed his jacket and pulled off his shirt, placing it beneath me to provide my back some protection. “How’s this?”

I couldn’t help but laugh along with him, cupping his cheeks to guide his lips to mine. “Much better,” I hummed.

Theo took the lead, thrusting slow and deep. The head of his cock brushed against my sweet spot, sending sparks flying. It was only a matter of time before one of them caught and engulfed me in flames. Impatience gripped me. I was so close, teetering on the edge.

“Faster,” I rasped

“Don’t tell me what to do, sweetheart. You’ve had your fun, now I get to have mine.”

I was going to lose it. “But I’m going to—”

He cut me off with a kiss, the tip of his tongue sweeping over mine. I moaned into his mouth, grinding against him with unprecedented need. Theo moved down to mouth at my neck, sucking hard enough to leave fresh marks on my skin. There was something simultaneously comforting and sexy about the fact that his whole body covered mine. He hovered over me, caged me in, shielded me from the rest of the world.

Theo dragged his cock out slowly. Too slowly. And then plunged back in with enough force to knock the air from my lungs. He did this over and over again, clearly enjoying himself. I, on the other hand, was a bumbling mess.

“Theo, please,” I begged. “Please, please, please. I want to come. I’m so close. I’m so close.”

“You’ll come when I say you can,” he said simply.

Holy shit I might actually die.

I held on for dear life, closing my eyes to concentrate. I clenched around him hard, desperate for release. A sob ripped from my chest. “I need— Please, I need you to fuck me harder. I need—”

“Oh, dear,” he said with a sigh. “Looks like I’ve spoiled you.”

“Yes. You’ve spoiled me. Now you have to make it up to me.”

“Did I hear that right? Is my girl making demands? So impolite. Good thing I like you. I’d drag this out for another hour otherwise.”

Another hour. The prospect was daunting. I wouldn’t last that long, and Theo knew it.

“I’ll do anything. Please, just let me come.”

“Anything?” he asked, punctuating it with a hard thrust.

“Yes. Yes, anything.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

My heart skipped a beat. Did he mean that? Or was this just part of our little game? I didn’t have time to think about it. I needed this like air.

“I’m yours,” I whimpered. “I’m all yours, Theo. I’m all yours. Please, just—”

He snapped his hips into me, thrusting with alarming speed and force. The friction and stretch were exactly what I needed to set me off. He’d thrown a match at gasoline and now we were both on fire, willingly surrendering to the heat.

A few minutes passed. Or maybe it was an hour. I couldn’t be sure. All I knew was that this was a high unlike any other.

He recovered before I did, peppering my body with kisses. He helped me sit up and put my clothes on, taking great care in the way he touched my body. Reverent.

“Let’s get you home,” he said.

* * *

Theo walked me to the front door of the duplex, my armed looped through his.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Sore,” I admitted. “But in a good way. I’ll live.”

“I’m glad.”

We went through our usual routine. I waited on the doorstep while he conducted his sweep of my place. He returned to me a few minutes later, satisfied with his inspection. “All clear.”

I giggled. “All clear. I love it when you’re all serious.”

Theo smiled. “Go inside, Ava. I don’t want you catching a cold.”

“You say this after our little escapade?”

“Better late than never.”

“Thank you for tonight,” I said earnestly. “It was a lot of fun.”

Theo lingered. He looked like he had something to say, but he didn’t say it. “I need to get back to Cory.”

“Of course. I’ve kept you long enough.”

“I’ll be back in the morning to pick you up.”

“Sounds good.”

He dipped down and kissed me on the cheek. “Lock the door.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

Theo remained until I was inside, locking the door as promised. I waved goodbye to him out the window, watching forlornly as he got back in his truck and drove away. The day had been a whirlwind. After the workout he put me through, I was sure I’d sleep soundly.

I continued to stare out my window, in a blissful daze. The street was dark, and the air was still, the rumble of traffic and the occasional barking dog in the distance. I felt a pull in my chest, a moment of inspiration flowing through my body.

I wanted to paint. My view looked the same as it always did, but this feeling deep within me was new. It was a mix of excitement, hope, and giddiness.

Tell me you’re mine.

I padded to the kitchen to make myself a cup of chamomile tea before bed, mulling Theo’s words over in my mind. I couldn’t explain why it made me so happy to hear. Someone wanted me.

And that someone was my bodyguard.

It certainly complicated things, our accidental arrangement. A part of me was worried that Dad would fire Theo for speaking up on my behalf at dinner. My father was the vindictive type. I wouldn’t be surprised if Dad tried to have Theo replaced. Very few could talk back to my father and get away with it.

The idea made my stomach churn. What would happen to us if Theo went away? Would he still want to be with me? Was I reading into this too much?

I tried to picture a future where we were together. It was difficult to consolidate the fact that he was almost twenty years older than me. By the time I was thirty, he’d be in his fifties. By the time I was in my forties, he’d be in his sixties and likely collecting pension. Our age difference didn’t bother me now, but what if it did later?

There was also the added fact that he had a son. I had to take Cory’s feelings into account, too. If Theo and I tried to make this work, would Cory be willing to accept me as more of a permanent fixture in his life? What if he resented me, saw me as a replacement for his mother? His mother who Theo was still very much in love with.

And there it was again, that pang of jealousy twisting in my chest. It was like I was competing with a ghost. Was I really willing to be with someone with so much personal baggage? In the end, did it really matter that much to me?

I observed the street from my window, noting the dark blue sedan parked by the curb. Maybe my neighbors had bought themselves a new car. I forgot about it almost immediately. I headed to bed, forgoing the opportunity to paint, having accidentally thought myself into a bitter mood.