I’ve been back at Cal’s for a little over a month after that fateful night and it seems like things have finally settled down. I thought he was going to make me go back to Margie’s, but the second I was discharged from the hospital he carried me to his car, gripping me as if I were his lifeline and brought me straight to his house without a second thought. 
 

Within two days, all of my stuff was moved back into his room. 
 

My eyes flutter open and I’m immediately met with the smell of flowers. I blink my eyes a few times and immediately spot the bouquet of red roses on the nightstand and an envelope with my name on the front. I sit up and pluck one of the roses from the vase and let the excess water drip to the floor before holding it underneath my nose and inhaling the sweet floral scent.  
 

I look to Cal’s side of the bed and rub my hand over his spot that feels cold, as if he’s been gone for several hours and I frown. He always wakes me up before he leaves. The frown has been replaced with a smile when I remember the note, and I divert my gaze towards the envelope. I tear it open running my gaze over the familiar penmanship.  

 

C
 

 

I gasp when I read the final line and immediately hop off the bed and drop to my knees to see what’s beneath it. I see two large silver boxes with a red bow atop each and I tear one open instantly, pulling out a black sheer babydoll nightie that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. There are florals that cover basically just the nipples and slightly in front of the space between my legs, making me wonder if I should wear underwear underneath. I peek further into the box, and spy a thong that looked more like a scrap of lace than underwear which somewhat answers my question. 
 

I bite my bottom lip as a smile finds my face thinking about what was to come. I open the second box and almost choke on my own spit when I see what’s inside. I pull out a small purple U shaped vibrator and what I believe to be a remote. I press one of the buttons and my eyes widen when I realize that the remote vibrates as well. 

I’d never used a vibrator before, but I was dying to try it out. For a brief moment, I contemplate taking it for a spin on my own but then I wonder what Cal had planned for us and I didn’t want to ruin that. If anything, he’d want to watch the first time I used it, and I didn’t want to take that away from him. I put both boxes on the bed and scurry into the bathroom to prepare for my date with Cal. 

Two hours later, I’ve scrubbed, shaved and exfoliated every inch of me and I’ve pulled on a long sleeved dress and a pair of boots, in case he was planning to take me somewhere before the fucking.

It’s almost noon, so I pack up the two boxes and almost fly down the stairs. 

“Cal?” I call out for him as I make my way into the kitchen, half expecting him to be waiting for me with that signature cocky smirk that had me weak in the knees. I spy his coffee mug in the sink, my guess from earlier, but nothing else that would tell me he was home now, or had been home recently. I plop myself down on the couch, my skin already tingling with anticipation over what’s to come tonight. 

Ten minutes later, the wait gets the better of me so I call him. I’ve been horny since I read his note, and against my better judgment I did not get myself off in the shower, wanting him present for every one of my orgasms today and knowing he’d want them as well. I frown when I get his voicemail, but I know he’ll call me back as soon as he sees my call. 

When he doesn’t immediately call me back, I shoot him a text. 

Twenty minutes later, nothing. 

I bite my bottom lip, not wanting to think the worst, but also not knowing what else to think given that Cal always got back in touch with me so that I wouldn’t worry. 

Before I can think, I’m dialing the other number I know by heart. 

"It’s Aria! Leave me a message!" 

“Why is no one answering the phone?!” I shriek into Aria’s voicemail. “You’re both bugging me.” I add. “Bye.” I know I sound like a petulant teenager, but FUCK, where is anyone? 

I contemplate calling Margie, but I know that would only send her into a frenzy and that would do the opposite of calming me down. It was nearing twelve thirty at this point and my state of sexual frustration was slowly melting away as a different type of frustration takes over. 

Panic. 

My phone vibrates and I answer it instantly, without even looking at the name. “Oh my God, finally!” 

“Finally, what?” I hear the voice of my best friend on the other line and I let out an annoyed groan. 

“Ugh, nothing. I thought you were Cal.” I press my hand to my forehead as I prepare for any and all inappropriate jokes to flow from Sasha’s mouth. When she found out about me and Cal, she about had a fit. Not in a judgmental way, more like “I KNEW IT! How the hell could you not tell me?” And “how big is it!?

“Big V day plans with Daddy then?” 

“I told you to stop calling him that.” I grumble as I pad towards the kitchen to stare out the window in hopes I’ll spy his truck pulling into the driveway. 

“Why? You do in bed!” 

I roll my eyes. “I seriously regret owning up to that.” 

“Oh stop. I’m just teasing. But seriously what do you guys have planned?” 

“Sex allegedly, but he’s not here.” 

“Jealous.” I can hear the pout in her voice. “Mike is away this weekend for some lacrosse tournament.” She scoffs. “On Valentine’s Day weekend? Are they serious?” 

I snort at my best friend’s ability to make any situation about her. “I doubt they planned it on purpose, Sash.” 

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Sit at home all weekend and masturbate? Fuck this.” 

“Call Mike later and have phone sex. Or Skype. Come on be resourceful.” 

“Ooooh do you guys have phone sex?” 

“I’m hanging up now.” I respond. I normally engage Sasha but I was seriously on edge over Cal’s radio silence, and subsequently not in the mood. 

“Ugh, you’re no fun.” 

“You know this, byeeee.” I tell her as I hang up the phone. I let out a breath as it’s now nearing twelve forty and the ache in my chest isn’t lessening. 

Baby, please be okay. I clutch my phone to my chest praying that everything is okay. 

I’ve been pacing the length of the living room for the past hour. I’ve called Cal no less than twenty times, and Aria just as many. I finally broke down and called the police station, who at least could tell me the man was alive and that he was in an interrogation for a suspect they’d been trying to catch for months. 

Four hours later, I was a little drunk and even more annoyed.

I wince at my own dramatics, remembering that a little over a month ago I really could have died. 

So, thereby you’d think he’d be hovering over me like a helicopter parent! I wince again.

I finish the rest of my second vodka Sprite, that had way more vodka than Sprite and move upstairs, prepared to let this liquor lure me into a nap so I could stop stressing out over nothing.

I drop to the bed, as the drinks are starting to slightly blur my vision.  I barely have my shoes off before I’m asleep.

 

“Did you really get drunk and pass out when I told you we had plans?” A familiar voice breaks through my comatose state, though not enough to completely wake me up. 

“Hmmm.” I turn my face into the pillow and wave the voice off, already feeling slightly hungover for drinking two strong mixed drinks on an empty stomach. 

“Madeline Elizabeth Shaw.” I hear in my ear, and only then do I start to wake up. 

“I know you aren’t full naming me, when you’re over four hours late.” I’m not sure what time it is, but I know it was after four when I finally succumbed to sleep. I open one eye and spy a shirtless Cal staring at me. 

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He leans down and kisses my shoulder and then my neck and then my cheek. 

I sit up, and tears flood my eyes almost instantly. “You had me so worried. I called the station and…” 

I’m in his arms before I can blink and he presses his lips to mine gently. “I know, baby. I hate that I made you worry. I’m sorry.” 

“You can always get out to at least call or text me.” I bite my bottom lip to stop the flow of tears but it does no use and one trickles down my face. “I was scared.” I look down, feeling like I’m suddenly nine years old again and terrified that one day, he wouldn’t come back. 

He grabs my face, making our eyes lock and shakes his head. “You know I’ll always find a way to come back to you.” He whispers and I shake my head believing his words even though I know he can’t promise something like that. “I’m sorry I’m so late. It’s been a long day,” he sighs before pressing his lips to mine. He runs his hand through my hair and feeds me his tongue, slowly, seductively. His tongue makes love to my mouth, fucking me softly. 

I pull away, reluctantly. “It’s okay, I’m just glad you’re safe.” I wrap my arms around his neck and press my face into the space just beneath his ear and inhale his scent. He wraps his arms around me hugging me tightly against his naked chest and then he stands holding me in his arms. 

“I had to cancel everything we were going to do today.” I can hear the disappointment in his voice and I wonder if it’s just because he thinks he’s upset me. “I’ll make it up to you, baby, I promise.” 

“I don’t care about any of that, I just care about you.” He sits me on the counter in the bathroom and stands between my legs. “You can still fuck my brains out here, can’t you?” I give him an innocent smile and he grins, exposing his perfect teeth and slides his pants and underwear to the ground.

 “I want to shower and wash this day off me, care to join me?” 
 

Despite my pleas, we didn’t fuck in the shower. He barely even touched me, so by the time we got out I was wound up so tight and ready to snap at any second. I begin to lotion my skin and when I attempt to do the space between my legs, Cal’s hand catches mine. 

“No.” 

“But…” 

“I want you needy.” 

“I am needy. I’m wet and I need you, Cal. My pussy literally aches,” I beg. 

“Fuck.” He whispers as he focuses his gaze between my legs. I look down and I can actually see my arousal glistening on the lips of my sex. He takes a step closer to me, and he swallows hard. “Baby.” He murmurs just before he drops to his knees in front of me spreading me open with his fingers and exposing my clit. I watch him lick his lips and I bite my lip in anticipation of what’s to come. “Did you try the vibrator?” He asks and I shake my head no, my voice temporarily overtaken by the lust coursing through me.

“Why?” 

“I wanted…” I let out a deep breath as I try to calm the lust coursing through my veins. “You to be there the first time I used one.” 

“Good girl.” He looks up at me. “So you haven’t come at all today?” 

“No.” I whimper. “Please let me now. I can’t focus on anything except how turned on I am. Cal, please.” 

He presses his nose to my pussy and inhales and I almost collapse on the spot. I lean against the counter as he continues to smell my cunt without touching me. I go to run a finger over my clit when he growls. “No, Madeline.” I almost stamp my foot in protest. 

Is he joking? He’s had me in a ball of nerves all day and now he’s denying me a release? This motherfucker. Fine, if that’s how you want to play it. It’s time for the big guns. “But Daddy...” 

Wide eyes snap to mine, as he probably wasn’t expecting that word to fall from my lips quite yet. Sasha was right, I did call him Daddy in bed, but not all the time, and usually only when I was on the brink of climax. 

“Kiss me please, Daddy.” 

“Madeline.” His voice is hoarse and I see his hand go to his dick almost instantly. 

“Just one kiss. No one has to know.” I bite my bottom lip for emphasis and I watch as his pulse flickers in his neck. “I won’t tell anyone.” He swallows, looking up at me and then down at my slick cunt. “Don’t you want to know what I taste like?” 

“Shit.” He groans, pulling his dick harder and running his thumb over the tip. I lick my lips, wishing I could lick up the salty liquid pooling at the tip. “Maddie, I have to fuck you baby.” 

“Kisses first.” I raise an eyebrow at him and he a wicked smirk plays on his lips. 

“On the bed.” 

“Are you kidding me right now?” I ask him, getting out of character. He could never resist when I called him Daddy. I’m half surprised I wasn’t coming the second, it slipped out of my mouth the first time. 

He stands up, towering over me and leans down, brushing his lips over mine. “On the bed, Princess. Daddy has special plans for you.” 

I narrow my eyes at him, wondering if this was just a way for him to tease me more. Okayyyy. 

I move towards the bed, slowly because I swear the arousal is practically pouring out of me. I attempt to turn on my back, but Cal keeps me on my hands and knees running his hand down my back and cupping my ass. “You have such a perfect ass, Madeline.” His lips find one cheek and then the other before he spreads them and runs his tongue between the crack. 

“Cal, please!” 

“Oh… I’m not Daddy anymore?” 

“I don’t care who you are, just touch me God dammit! I never tease you like this.” I growl as I slam a hand down on the bed. I look back at him and see the smug look he’s giving me, and if I wasn’t so desperate for his dick, I might kill him.  And necrophilia didn’t really float my boat. 

“You don’t tease me?!” He snorts. “Wow, you’re so horny it’s making you delusional. You’ve been teasing me long before I touched you and you know it.” 

“Not… on purpose.” I whine. I was so keyed up I could cry. With every second that passed, the heartbeat in my sex intensified. 

“And then since we got here, you walk around the house half fucking naked every second like I’m not hyperaware to every move you make. I’m on the phone with my boss and you sit in my lap in those fucking tiny ass thongs rubbing your wet cunt all over me when I have to go to work which means I then have to change my pants because you’ve left a wet spot. I have to guard my phone with my life with how often you send me nudes while. I’m. at. work.” He emphasizes. “And you’re telling me you don’t tease me on purpose?” He presses a finger to my back hole and pushes in gently. “Are you lying to Daddy, Princess?” I clench around his finger and swallow hard, knowing that if he’s starting with ass play, I’m in for a long night and an even longer while until I get to come. 

“N--no, I just mean…”

“You just mean, you can dish it out but you can’t take it.” He chuckles and I drop my head to my arms, knowing that the harder I fight, the longer he’ll make me wait for it. 

“Don’t you want me?” I ask, knowing that a different approach has been known to work. 

“Daddy always wants you, baby.” 

“Then… why?” 

“I told you. I want you needy. I want you climbing the walls for me. I want you so wound up, you can’t think straight.”

 

“I’m there, Cal. Fuck, I live there. I’ve been needy for you since…” I bite my bottom lip, not wanting to go there while we’re here. I finally broke down and told Cal how long I had feelings for him. How long he’d been getting me off in my mind. How long I’d prayed for him to touch me and kiss me and fuck me the way he does now. It didn’t necessarily freak him out to know I’d been thirteen the first time I’d fantasized about his mouth between my legs but there was a day or two he’d reverted back to thinking all of this was a mistake. That he was hurting me. Destroying the woman I’d be later in life. 

So, I didn’t like to bring it up. 

But I was desperate. 
 

“I’ve spent years needing you and having to deal with it.” 
 

“Maddie.” He grips my ass harder, and kneels behind me, hovering over me. “Don’t do this to me.” 
 

“Do what?” 
 

“I can’t… think about you needing me then. Not like that.” 
 

“But… Cal…” 
 

“No buts, Madeline. Stop it.” He growls. 
 

“Are… you mad at me?” I ask, wondering if I totally killed the mood. I feel his cock at my entrance and it’s hard as steel and kissing my wet folds. His dick certainly isn’t. 
 

“I’m mad at me.” He lets out a breath and turns me over to my back and stares down at me, his eyes dark and almost wicked as he runs his tongue over his teeth. “But there’s not a chance in hell, I’m giving you up now. Now that I’ve had a taste,” he whispers. “Madeline.” He lowers his face to my sex and it takes everything in me not to raise my hips, and I probably would if he wasn’t gripping my thighs and simultaneously holding me down. He looks up at me, his chest heaving like he’s just run a marathon before looking back down at my pussy. 
 

And then in this moment, with our eyes locked, my pussy literally pulsing with every breath that passes through his lips, a stream of spit leaves that perfectly full mouth and falls directly on my clit. I clench, instantly, my heart racing over the sexiest moment of my life.

The sexiest thing Cal has ever done to me. 
 

Oh. My. God. 
 

My mouth drops open, but I can’t look away from him or his mouth. “Holy shit.” 
 

His tongue is on me a beat after, and no more than five seconds later, a vicious climax rips through me so hard, I feel like I’m being reborn, or dying. 
 

He continues his assault, not giving up, despite the fact that I’ve been crying out his name for the past thirty seconds as I try to push his head away. 
 

“Cal! Too… t--too sensitive.” I cry out, begging for him to stop as he pushes me past the orgasm to the point where the pleasure is painful. “God, stop stop stop!” I grip the sheets below me, to the point I’m sure my knuckles are white. My toes curl and I arch my back as I begin building again. One of my hands find the back of his head, the pain dissipating as a second orgasm brews beneath my skin. “Holy fuck, you eat my pussy so good Daddy.” He growls against me, his tongue getting faster and more aggressive and sucking my clit into his mouth every few strokes. I’m almost to the point of another orgasm when the sound of a buzz breaks my concentration for a moment, just in time for something cool and hard to slide inside of me. “Oh fuck yes.” I cry out as the vibrator massages my walls. 
 

“Don’t come yet. Don’t you dare fucking come until my dick is inside of you.” 
 

“You’re insane.” I moan out. I was already beginning to float away and then he stuck a vibrating dick inside of me. What did he expect? 

He lifts my ass slightly and slides his finger back into my asshole, and the sensory overload is just too much. His tongue on my clit, a vibrator in my cunt and a finger in my ass? How the hell was I not supposed to come? 

I grip the headboard behind me as I wrap my legs around his neck, humping his face as I crave the release that’s no more than a lick away. My body is slick with sweat and when I look down I see that my pussy is just as wet. The visual is too much and just as he sticks a second finger inside my asshole, I detonate. “OH MY GOD, CAL!” I scream so loudly, I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole neighborhood heard me. I grip his hair, hard as I ride out my orgasm and even though I’m spent from two explosive climaxes, I pull him up my body and attach my lips to his instantly. “Fuck me, please.”

I feel him move something below, and then the vibrator is both inside of me and resting against my clit causing me to build again. “I need your dick, Cal, please.” 
 

He leans down rubbing his lips against mine gently and I clench when I smell my arousal all over my face. “I’m fucking addicted to the taste of your cunt, Madeline.” He pauses and slides into me slowly. “I’m addicted to everything about you. Your scent, the sounds you make when you come, the face you make when I kiss your pretty pussy.” 
 

The feeling of his dick inside of me along with the vibrator is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I feel so completely full as he stretches me completely. He sits up so that he’s on his knees and pulls my legs around his waist and begins to fuck me harder. “I love you.” I whisper between thrusts. “I love you so much it consumes me.” I turn away from him, the emotions taking over that I’ve loved this man for so long. “To think… I almost lost you.” My lip trembles and tears spring to my eyes and then I feel weight on top of me. He turns my face towards him.

His face is full of sincerity and love and a protectiveness that has always been present. “You could never lose me, Maddie.” 

“But…” 

“Never. Do you hear me? I’ll never let anyone tear us apart. I know I let my guard down once, but never again.” He rubs his nose against mine. “I’ll kill anyone who thinks they can separate us.” 

I grip his shoulders as he begins to thrust again. “Promise?” 

“On my life, baby.” 

I push him slightly, letting him know what I want and then, I’m on top of him forcing him and the vibrator even deeper. I whimper as the part rubbing my clit intensifies and I grip his thighs to leverage myself to fuck him harder and faster. Sweat drips down the side of my face as I ride his dick. He grips my hips, helping me move faster and alerting me that he’s close to his climax. 
 

“Come inside of me.” I moan out. We try not to do it every time, only when either of us are feeling particularly possessive, which to be honest was almost every time.

“I was going to.” He grits out. “God, I’m right there, Maddie. You make me come so good. Is your sweet little pussy going to come all over Daddy’s cock?” He moves his hands up, running his thumbs over my sensitive nipples.

“Fuck.” I shudder. I slide up almost to the point where he could fall out of me, so I can remove the vibrator, only wanting his dick inside of me when he comes and I slam back down hard until he bottoms out. And just as my cunt kisses the base of his dick, his fingers grip my hips hard, his nails digging into the flesh so hard I know I’ll have imprints. I cry out from the pain and the delicious pleasure between my legs and let go as the waves of ecstasy seem to go on and on from my third orgasm in the past hour. 

Both of us stop coming at some point, and I raise up to let him fall out of me as well as everything he’d released inside of me. I sit on his pelvis, slightly above his dick and watch as the mix of our arousal flow out of me and onto his skin. 

He watches enthralled with the stream of cum dripping out of me and onto him and I watch him with the same fascination. “I made a mess Daddy…” I bite my bottom lip when his lips snap to mine and I lick my lips letting him know what I plan to do. “Maybe I should clean it up?”