Not. The. Case.
In between all the sex, Ace fed me and made me drink bottles of water. He fucked me and cared for me so passionately, and I am utterly addicted.
As well, for the first time in longer than I can remember, I’m at peace. Ace has taken great care of me these years, but there was always this undercurrent of anxiety. The unknown and what could happen next. I had no one else in the world. I never felt grounded until now. It’s as though we’ve closed the final part of the circle and I can’t imagine ever going back.
Ace is finally sleeping like a dead man, and I can understand why. When someone says ‘stamina,’ Ace’s face should pop up because I do not think his cock was less than steel-pole hard since the first time he dropped his pants and I saw what I’d been imagining all these years.
I shift a bit under his heavy arm, trying to ease the aching down below. When I move, Ace’s arms answer by pulling me tighter. He has not left me untouched unless he went to the kitchen to get me something. If we are in the room together, he is touching me, and it is so comforting that I can’t imagine being without him.
This is a night I will remember forever. I don’t want it to end, but the sun is reminding me that no matter how much I want to freeze this moment in time, life goes on. I know Ace has one of his meetings today. He never misses them. He’s always been quiet and private until our breakthrough last night, but I do wonder where he goes twice a week.
Occasionally, he’ll mutter that they are meetings and that he has to take care of business. I don’t know what he has to meet about; I mean, we have everything we need right here, and these are longer than just a quick chat. Nine in the morning until four-thirty in the afternoon, once a week for the last year, regular as clockwork. Occasionally on a Saturday night as well, five thirty until ten. All I know is, if I try to push him on it he clams up, so I’ve learned to just let it go. I trust him, I really do. If it were anything I needed to know, he’d tell me.
He’s never shared much about his life before we met. Or since. We’ve existed here in our bubble, and most of what we’ve always talked about is me. I know a little bit about his career as a bomb specialist in the Marine Corp. I know about the injury to his leg, but not how it happened or why he had to leave.
I never quite grasped that until now. I would ask Ace questions over the years, but his answers were always surface level. No detail or depth, and I took it as part of him telling me to keep my distance.
I’ve known for a long time that I loved Ace. Now that love has been turned up to a level that scares me. It’s as if what we did last night dipped all my feelings into gasoline and lit them on fire. This man could crush my soul.
I swallow hard and sigh, wanting so badly to turn to his ear and tell him I love him. I want to hear him say the words back to me, a thousand times, and I wonder if someday I will believe him completely.
I secretly hope he will not leave me today for his meeting, but I also told Michaela that I would meet her in town at her new apartment. I even made her WHAT IS HER CRAFTING QUIRK, and I do want to see her and her new place. Being apart from Ace for the afternoon may be a good thing anyway. Give us both a chance to breathe and consider before we come back together. Make sure this all wasn’t just a haze of opportunity or something else.
There is just something inside me, my own insecurity, that stabs doubt into even this perfect night. How could a man like Ace want and love a girl like me? What do I have to offer him? I shake away the doubt as best I can, even as Ace’s arms lockdown and he shifts in his sleep, placing his lips on my neck and kissing me there.
My belly flutters at the thought of all the kisses he placed all over my body last night. He said he was claiming every inch of me, that I belonged to Daddy now. He said I was the most beautiful girl in the world and my heart popped at the thought.
The ways he touched me made it seem like he thought at any moment I would disappear. He was greedy and entitled. He did things to me I could not have imagined before, let alone anticipated the waves of pleasure and orgasms they would bring.
The morning sun is turning the room from black to gray. I look around and see some of the demolition we caused in here. The chair and table in the corner of Ace’s bedroom are tipped over. At one point he sat down on the chair and then had me come and sit on his lap, facing him, then put himself inside of me and whispered the most deviously dirty Daddy fantasies into my ear.
I drenched us both with my orgasms, then he picked me up like a doll and bent me over the table, kicking my feet apart and holding my head down by the hair. The filth that came from his mouth only made me cum harder. I never thought the word cunt could be so beautiful.
I’m sure anyone that would have been watching would have thought he was abusing me or something, but I loved it so much. He ran the whole gamut, from the softest sweet kissing and lovemaking to showing me the beast inside of the man.
I want to be the only one that he comes to for all of those parts of him. It was an honor in a way to think I was there and he felt free to show me all of his facets. I know I’ll never be the same. In a way, he’s ruined me for anyone else. Not that I want anyone else, but after last night it would be truly impossible.
Ace’s breathing changes. I hear it in my ear and feel his body harden behind me.
His length is pressed into my backside, and I can’t keep myself from wiggling against him a bit. Quickly, I’ve picked up on some of the power I have, and I revel in testing my abilities. As I move, I feel him thicken, the stiffness returning, and a rush of heat cascades over me.
One of his hand's moves and slides into my hair, then down to rest around my throat, squeezing gently to steal the fluttering breath from my lungs.
“Good morning, my little lamb.” He half moans, and it’s still hard to believe that we are here together like this.
“Good morning,” I manage through the soft choking of his fingers.
“How’s my girl?”
I nod as his lips kiss and lick my neck. This sense of connection to him is unlike anything I could have imagined. I know he is my other half, and my future, I just pray he feels the same.
Before I can think my next thought, Ace has me up and flipped over on top of him.
I never imagined how exciting it would be to be manhandled the way he manhandles me. The strength he has is incredible. He flips me up and around like I’m nothing more than a doll, and it’s more exciting that it probably should be. I feel like a possession in his hands. A beautiful, cherished possession, but a possession still.
As I look dow
n at Ace, his eyes flash with that fire I saw for the first time last night, and I’m melting. Without him, in my life, I would have been lost, and with the way things are now between us, if he ever left me, I would be destroyed. He is my world, he doesn’t know what I don’t think and I’m not sure how much of my devotion I should show him. I don’t ever want my feelings to be a burden to him, for him to feel obligated to me. To this.