Chapter Seven
Parker
Perri waiting on her knees bare on my bed is a come-to-God moment for me.
Her being the Goddess I am about to worship. Watching her tonight as she stood up for herself—and for us and this thing we are rushing at headfirst—I was so damn proud of my girl. Proud of her for being strong when she never thought she could be. For talking so passionately about herself.
Spending the day with her, getting to know her, I found a bright, bold, and beautiful soul that I am absolutely falling in love with. Within moments of being with her I knew she was special and all day she showed me just how rare a soul she truly is. Maybe this is risky or reckless, but I don’t care. I want her and I am a man who goes after what he wants until he gets it.
Perri is strong willed with a wandering spirit that I adore. At twenty-two she fears she has growing up yet to do. I disagree. That spirit of hers does not need to be changed or altered at all. I want her just the way she is. If she cannot cook or clean or make up her mind about who she wants to be, so be it. I will take care of all the little details while I get to live life beside her.
Being with her feels natural, like breathing, like soaring through the skies above the clouds as I push the throttle and enjoy the ride. With her I feel lighter than when I am in the cockpit. I feel at peace in ways I never thought I could. Something about us clicks, as if the cogs of our engines, the very makeup of who we are inside and out, works right now that we met.
“Perri,” I rasp her name as I take in the silhouette of her curves in the moonlight that splays over her, “tonight, this game we played today stops being a game that turns us on. Do you understand what I am saying?”
“N-no, I don’t. Tell me, Parker,” her voice is so raw as she whispers this single plea that I know I can fulfill.
“Today we played with each other because it felt good. It felt right. When I called you my pet, my good little girl,” I walk towards her slowly as I talk, watching how her body sways with each shaky breath she takes, “I felt right for the first time in my life. Did you feel that too, baby girl? When you called me daddy when I touched your pussy and made you come for me?”
“Yes. Yes, daddy,” she moans the words, her shoulders trembling, “I felt right too. Calling you that. Being your good girl. It feels good when you call me that. I want to please you but...I was never interested in men before. I guess I thought something was broken with me. I don’t know if I can be your good girl...if I can please you,” she trails off, her head bowing, and I growl.
Going up behind her, I trace my hands over her, barely touching her creamy skin. Shudders run through both of us at the contact. Heat, need, a connection I have never felt before, it all crackles in the air between the two of us. Sets it on fire. Sets both of us on fire as we let it burn us alive.
“Have you never been with a man before, Perri?” I can’t keep the hope out of my voice. Hoping I will be her first is barbaric, but I want it.
“No, daddy. No one before you. Men never...never turned me on or excited me. When you first touched me, I think I knew why,” Perri pauses before she glances back at me, her next words sealing my fate. “It was always going to be you, Parker.”
Bending slightly, I gather her long hair at the nape of her neck, pulling it tight. I tilt her head slightly, moving to nuzzle my face against her throat. I feel her pulse thrum and knowing it’s so wild, dancing beneath my lips, because of how excited she is, how turned on I have made her today, makes me feel like a goddamn king. Perri will be my queen.
“I will cherish you, pet,” I hum my words against her neck, kissing the delicate skin there as she trembles, “I will never forget what a treasure you are. How lucky I was to be the one to find you. You fascinate me, Perri. From the first moment I smelled your perfume, felt your body pressed against mine, and saw those big blue eyes, I was yours. You became mine before I ever knew your name,” I whisper, the cotton of my shirt rough against her bare back as I press closer. Her skin is hot against me, and I can’t wait to feel it pressed to my skin, nothing between us as I fill her.
“What will this be...I mean, what will this be like, Parker? What does it mean that we like to...to play, like you called it? Why does that feel so good?”
Nipping at her neck, I slide my hands up her stomach to cup her full breasts, both of us moaning as the weight of them fills my hands. I rub slowly at the peaked nipples, smirking against her jaw when she whines and rubs her ass against me. Seeking my cock to fill her, to please her, to make her come. All in due time, my pet.
“Well, I think it just means we can be who we want to be with each other. For me to praise you for being my good girl. For being so hungry for my touch, for my kiss, for my cock. Becauseyou arehungry for it, aren’t you pet? Want me to stuff my big cock in your little pussy, don’t you baby girl?”
“Yes, daddy,” she whimpers, ass pressing against my cock again, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine, “I want it so bad. It aches between my legs, I never knew it felt like this to want someone. To want to...”
“Mmm, to want to what, pet? Tell me what you want daddy to do to you. Do you want him to lick you again? No, you want daddy to fill that virgin cunt with his big cock until both of us come, don’t you? Let me hear it, pet,” I murmur, pulling hard at her nipples as she shakes in my arms.
“Yes. Yes! I want you to...I want you to fuck me, daddy. I know it will take the ache away when you’re inside me. Please.”
Her hoarse voice gets me so hard it hurts but I pull away, leaving her wanting. Her body is damp with a slight sheen of sweat. Hunger. Need. This is how I want her. Why I have spent all day teasing her but not taking her. I need her to want this as badly as I do. I need her to be desperate for it so when I take her at last, she knows there is no one else for her but me.
“Good girl. When we play this way, you tell me what you need. All I live for now is you, Perri. Flying planes, it was all that ever made me feel good. All I was ever good at. Until I looked at you today and knew I could be good for you. I will be, I swear to you. We can play this way all you want, but we need rules. All games need rules, don’t they, baby girl?”
My voice sounds loud in the room but she just nods. I unbutton my shirt and pull off the cufflinks Commander got me when I ranked up to lieutenant. The tie I pulled off when I watched her scurry inside hangs loosely around my neck. Pulling it off first, I go back to her, telling her to put her hands behind her back, palms together, almost in prayer fashion. My girl obeys without asking questions. Without a moment of hesitation. I kiss the nape of her neck, telling her what a good girl she is, as I tie her hands with the tie.
“Rule number one is, it’s always about you and me. Always. Whatever comes next for us, you are my first priority now. Never question it. The second I saw you, that just became fact. No one else matters the way we do. This thing, it comes first for us. Tell me I come first for you, Perri,” I demand, yanking at her hands to be sure they are secure.
“Yes. You do now. I swear. I want to take care of you like you take care of me, daddy,” she murmurs softly, nodding her head once. I walk behind her, taking laboring breaths as I gaze at her perfection.
“Good girl. That’s my good girl. Rule number two, I take care of you now. No one else. Come to me first, always. That means no more worries about growing up if you don’t want to. I can take care of everything, so let me. Just be my good girl. When I want you, be ready to take care of my needs. If I need your pussy or your mouth, you give it to me. That does not mean you cannot say no,” I lower my voice to press this promise to her throat, “I will never force you. But you won’t need me to, will you pet? Yu want to please daddy, like he wants to please you. I will always take care of your needs. Lean forward, chest to the bed, show me how wet that pussy is listening to daddy promise to take care of his good girl.”
With a whine, she pushes forward on the bed and as she does, her pussy is spread wide open to me. It glistens in the moonlight. Swollen and dripping just as I said. I kneel on one knee behind her, rubbing my hands up the back of her thighs as they tremble, grasping her ass in my hands. I spread her wider and dip my head, licking her from clit to asshole and she shouts.
“Daddy’s girl is so sweet,” I moan, suckling at her arousal as it drips from her, “give me some of that cream, baby girl. Daddy wants some sugar.”