But I never had a family.
Until now. And, yes, two people can make a family. I know that now, down into the very marrow of my bones.
And since I met Lexi, an obsessive need to be a father has begun to consume me. I see it in every moment. Lexi round with my child. Her body ample and showing the world to whom she belongs. Visions of us lying in bed with a baby snuggled between us light up my soul.
The sun drifts through the partially closed shades, throwing light and shadows across the room. My work is completed for now. I’m still dressed in my suit from the early morning two-hour Skype call I had with the board of directors. When I finally got them to agree to the handover timeframe and my new appointee, it was nearly ten in the morning. I’d only grabbed a couple hours of sleep through the night, but now I’m as awake as I’ve ever been.
But that’s all behind me. All that exists for me now is her.
“You will do as you’re told, won’t you, Lexi?” I twist a bit of her hair in my fingers, watching her eyes search my face. “You liked Daddy’s rules. I could see it in your eyes last night.”
Her nod is all I need. I’ve never been so proud. To know she’s mine is my greatest achievement, and I will do everything in my power to take care of her for the rest of our lives.
Our lives.
She is my family.
During our dinner last night, we talked about family. She told me about her parents. The tragic car accident that left her an orphan. I gave her some of my background. Our mutual understanding of the unique life of being a child part of the care system here in this country. More and more, we find things that bring us together. Things that would be so hard for anyone else to understand.
I told her how I found my birth mother briefly. Then that I had reconnected with my sister. Every part of her life she shared with me, I tried to balance with something equal about myself. A giving of our history to each other. We have so much to catch up on, but still, nothing feels missing.
“Good girl.” I’ve also never been so goddamned hard.
She’s done exactly as I asked, every step of the way, and her compliance is more of an aphrodisiac than most people would ever understand. She’s put on the clothes I left next to her on the bed as she slept. She’s followed the instructions I left in my note to the letter. Her respect for my commands is ramping up my already fevered desire.
On the nightstand, I see the plate with remnants of the breakfast I left for her in the warming oven in the kitchen. Such a good girl doing as she was told.
I’ve never been a man of God, but I swear there are hymns beginning to play in my head because I’m as close to heaven as I’ve ever been.
She’s wearing the pink nightgown. It’s cotton with white lace trim. Tiny roses dance in generous bouquets over the sheer fabric, her nipples pushing through, hard and ready, waiting for my mouth.
But what’s got my head really spinning is the white ruffled panties. I can only see the vague outline of them, waiting for me under the nightgown, but in my imagination, I see every detail. They’ve been my fantasy since the moment I saw her. The many ways that I want her are beyond any sensible measure, and now, knowing she understands what this is between us, only makes it more beautiful.
More right.
Not wrong.
It could never be wrong anymore.
Before, I was so terrified she would think me vile. Indecent. But it’s just another sign we are one another’s destiny. She is the one woman born to belong to me, and no matter what happens, there will never be another.
Not for me.
Not ever.
She is more than mine.
She is bound to me.
And I to her.
And now is the moment to show her just how our life will be from now on. Nothing held back. No more fear. Just us, who we will be, what we will share.
“You’ve followed Daddy’s instructions so well. I’m so proud of you, princess. You look perfect.”
The same smile that curves her lips tightens my balls. My cum belongs to her, and I’m more than ready to fill her with every inch of me.
“Thank you. It feels a little funny.” She looks down at the outfit I’ve picked for her. Her hands fret with the lace trim around the neckline as her cheeks and chest stain pink with her uncertainty.