Broken Toy [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (30 page)

Driving.

A little before three thirty in the morning, she pulled into Bill’s driveway and shut her car off. She shouldered her overnight bag and purse, grabbed her phone and the stuffed animals, and took a deep breath before marching up his front walk and ringing the doorbell.

Her pulse pounded in her throat as she stood there, waiting. She was just about to turn and bolt for the car when the front light flicked on. There was a momentary pause she knew was him checking the peephole before he quickly snapped the deadbolt open and threw the door wide.

He wore a T-shirt and shorts and a worried look. She instinctively knew the motion he made was him setting the gun down on the side table as he realized it was her and reached for her. “Gabe? What’s wrong, sweetie?”

She had the stuffed animals clutched together in her left hand, the phone in her right. She held the phone up and turned it around, showing him the back. A cheerful, pink Hello Kitty pattern stared back at him.

“I’m
your
good girl,” she whispered.

Then there were two, three of him standing in the doorway as her vision blurred from the tears and she broke down sobbing.

A moment later, she was inside, safely in his arms, enfolded in his embrace on the couch. He’d taken her bags and her phone from her and set them down somewhere, but she kept the stuffed animals tightly clutched against her as she finally let it all out.

The rage.

The anger.

The grief.

She screamed and cried until she lay hoarse and broken and empty in his arms and his shirt was sodden from her snot and tears and dawn was starting to cast a glow through the blinds covering the sliding glass doors.

He didn’t speak. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around her, his face buried in her hair and his breath warm against her scalp.

When he sensed she’d finally cried herself out, he gently coaxed her to stand and led her to the bedroom. There, he had her sit on the edge of the bed.

“Stay here,” he softly said.

She numbly nodded, beyond the ability to think right then.

He left the bedroom. She heard him briefly speak to someone on the phone, then the sound of him popping the magazine and ejecting the chambered round out of his gun before he walked back into the bedroom. He returned the gun to its place in the bedside table. Then he pulled off his shirt and shorts and dropped them to the floor.

Coaxing her to stand up again, he leaned over, patting first her right leg, then her left, so he could remove her shoes and socks. He unfastened her jeans and worked them and her panties off her. Next, her shirt, waiting while she transferred the stuffed animals from one hand to the other when he needed to get her arms out of the shirt. Her bra last.

After getting her situated in the bed, he climbed in next to her. When she rolled to face him, he once again enveloped her in his arms, the stuffed animals pressed between them.

He tenderly kissed her forehead. “Yes, sweetie, you are
my
very, very good girl. Go to sleep. I called in. I’m all yours today, or for as long as you need me. I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

Closing her eyes, she crashed into sleep.

When Gabe awoke, the bedroom TV was on, volume turned down so low she almost couldn’t hear it. Her face was still tucked against Bill’s shoulder. In sleep she’d draped a leg over his, wrapping herself around him.

He nuzzled the top of her head. “Good morning, sweetie.”

“Morning?” She felt horrible, eyes swollen, mouth fuzzy, feeling hungover without even having had the benefit of alcohol.

“Well, afternoon. It’s a little after one. Feeling better?”

She took a deep breath and let it out again before considering his question. “I don’t know.”

“Okay. That’s a start. Do you feel like talking about it yet?”

She sniffled, her mind thinking back to where she was almost twenty-four hours earlier. “Yeah,” she whispered.

He shifted position a little, propping himself up on one arm so he could face her. He unwedged Max and Lil Lobo from between them and sat them on her tummy. He fingered the stuffed animals’ outfits. “Want to start here, or elsewhere?”

She looked into his face, but didn’t read anything there except love and concern. He wasn’t making fun of her, or light of what happened.

He really wanted to hear it.

She touched the shirt Max wore. “I needed a laptop charger.”

Bill didn’t comment. He patiently waited for her to continue.

“There was a Build-A-Bear store there in the mall, right across the way. And a Sanrio store. Right there, like it was meant to be.”

Still no interruption.

Sniffling, she backed up and filled in the blanks about the message from her cousin, and flying up to visit Maria.

The stuffed animals on her grandmother’s shelves and Maria’s empty brain.

He reached out and stroked Max’s head with one finger, but didn’t say anything.

Forcing herself to look into his eyes, she said, “I made a choice.”

He met her eyes, his head cocked to the side, but didn’t speak.

“The past can’t hurt me anymore if I don’t let it. I thought I was in control, but it was always controlling me. I don’t have to let it control me anymore.”

He nodded, his gaze burning into hers. She could tell he wanted to say something, but sensed she wasn’t done. He refused to lead the witness. He’d make her get it all out, once and for all.

“I saw they’ve got openings in the Sarasota office. I could transfer.”

Now fear set in, hot, heavy, sending her heart pounding in her chest.

She could barely make herself say it, but she knew she had to. “I am
your
good girl, Daddy,” she whispered. “If you still want me.”

His expression softened, flowing, melting into a loving smile that started her crying again. He took the stuffed animals from her and set them on the bedside table before pulling her into his arms.

“Yes,” he said into her ear, “of
course
I want you. I think I’ve wanted you from that first night we met at the munch. And yes, you are my good girl. You’re my
very
good girl, and I am so, so proud of you.”

She held on tightly, clinging to him, her tears this time not a fraction as intense as the night before, relishing the way he held her, firmly, not letting go of her until he was ready to do so. “You belong to me, sweetie, and you’re my very,
very
good girl. Always.”

Eventually, he rolled her onto his back and palmed her cheeks. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart. You need to say it.”

“I want to be with you, Sir.”

He brushed at her tears with his thumbs. “I want to be with you, too. We don’t have to do it like that if you don’t want to, though.”

“I want to, Sir.”

When he kissed her, she felt the rest of her grief and pain swept away like dead leaves ahead of a stiff breeze. Her soul felt clean, fresh, ready.

She
felt ready.

Even better, for the first time she could remember in all of her adult life, she knew what true peace felt like, peace at a cellular level, of being at ease and knowing everything would be all right.

He nodded. “We’ll take it slow, okay? Step by step. I don’t want to screw this up. I don’t need anything from this relationship except you. So whatever form our relationship needs to take to make you happy, I’m good with that. Vanilla, kinky, something in between, I don’t care, as long as we’re together. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

The corner of his mouth quirked in a smile, amused. “Then again, maybe I’ll have you call me that all the time.”

“I hope so, Sir.”

* * * *

They were both hungry, but she wanted a shower before anything else happened. With the bathroom steaming up around them, they stepped into the shower in the master bathroom and he took his time washing her, his lips exploring her flesh without even making any overt sexual advances.

It still made her wet. Maybe even more than had he just staked his ownership of her right off the bat with his cock.

He nibbled on her ear. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

She nipped at his throat. “You got me horny, Sir.”

“Oh. Did I?”

She didn’t even need to look to see his smile because his tone of voice told her everything she needed to know. “Yes, Sir.”

He knelt in front of her, making her brace her hands on his shoulders. Then his lips closed on her clit, his tongue flicking as he licked and sucked on her. It took him less than a minute to drive her hard and fast over the edge with an orgasm that felt so good and so sweet it started her tears again.

When he stood up to hold her against him, he slowly rocked her. “Are you really all right?”

“Better than I’ve ever been.”

He reached between her legs, two fingers effortlessly slipping along her clit and into her soaked pussy. She spread them wider, not resisting when he turned her around to face the wall. She braced herself with her hands against the cool tile and moaned when she felt him rub the head of his cock up and down her slit.

When he sank his cock inside her, she moaned again, louder, happy to feel him fucking her.

He took his time, slowly stroking his cock in and out as he played with her clit with one hand. “Give me another one, sweetie. I won’t come until you do.”

She was so horny she thought she could hump a doorknob and get off. It didn’t take him long to make her come a second time, and that was when he started really fucking her, hard and fast until he let out a long, satisfied moan before burying his cock deep inside her.

He pressed himself along her back, kissing her shoulder. “That’s how every day should start.”

She hooked an arm around him, not wanting to let go. “Absolutely.”

He nipped, a little bit of teeth making her pleasantly shiver. “What was that?”

She grinned. “Absolutely, Sir.”

“Much better.”

* * * *

After breakfast, they returned home and to the bedroom. He stopped by the bathroom to wash up first before joining her on the bed. He tied her in a chest harness that made her breasts jut out and held her wrists behind her back. He laid on the bed, on his back, knees bent.

“Sit on my cock, sweetheart.” With his help staying balanced, she managed to swing a leg over him without tumbling off the bed and slowly settled her dripping cunt down over his stiff cock. The position left her open to his view, able to reach her clit and nipples with his fingers, which he tweaked in turn, making her moan.

He grinned and held up the Hitachi. “Get comfy, sweetheart.”

Her eyes widened in surprise as he flicked the vibrator on and pressed it against her exposed clit.

She let out a cry, barely able to stay upright as the orgasm drilled through her brain. With his cock buried all the way to the hilt inside her, it only served to intensify the sensation, pressing against her G-spot with every contraction her muscles made.

He pulled the vibrator away after a moment, giving her time to catch her breath. “Holy crap, that was hotter than hell. That is definitely something going into our regular play rotation. Let’s do it again!”

Before she could object, he’d pressed the buzzing Hitachi against her clit again. As before, her body responded, out of her control, this time him keeping her coming a little longer, until she was gasping and shaky and afraid she might pass out.

He reached up with his free hand and plucked at her nipples, back and forth, getting them hard and erect and making them ache in a deliciously good way that seemed hard-wired straight to her clit.

“That’s what I wanted to see.” He turned off the vibrator and reached over to the bedside table, where he pulled out a set of nipple clamps. He held them up. “You want to take these for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

It was hard to nod. She felt the soft blanket of subspace wrapped around her. She’d do any and everything he wanted. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Ask me.”

“Daddy, please use your nipple clamps on me.”

“Oh, such a good girl!”

She let out little yips as he clamped them to her nipples. A chain hung between them. He hooked a finger over it as he picked up the Hitachi again with his other hand. “Let’s continue, shall we?” He turned the vibrator on. “My good girl needs to come.”

He pressed the vibrator against her clit at the same time he lightly tugged on the chain.

She screamed, unable to keep her eyes open through the waves of pleasure swirling around her, dragging her down like a vortex of electrified nerves.

“Come,” he sternly ordered. “Keep coming for me. Don’t you dare stop until I tell you to.”

The tears came, and she didn’t know from where. It felt like her brain’s connection to her body had short-circuited somewhere. White-hot pleasure seared every fiber of her being, the delicious tug on her nipples only making the overwhelming buzz from the vibrator that much better.