Chapter twelve: I Will Be Gentle

Chapter twelve: I Will Be Gentle

Jessica

My eyes fluttered open, my head pounding furiously. I honestly didn't think I had that much to drink last night but it was definitely enough to give me a headache. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands, sighing as I managed to roll out of bed and try to find my way downstairs to Jeffrey.

It was quiet as my bare feet padded down the steps, examining the living room and seeing no one. I couldn't hear him in the kitchen either, almost as if he wasn't even in the house.

Then, I heard someone coughing at my right and I turned down the hall to see an open door. I walked over to it and peered inside, seeing Jeffrey at an enormous wooden desk with his eyes glued on his laptop. His lips rolled between his teeth as he typed on the keyboard. He momentarily looked up at me.

"Oh, good morning, Jessica. I didn't hear you walk down."

"Yes, I just woke up. Can I get pain relief drugs?"

"Yes, I will get you some, sorry about that." He stood up from his seat.

He walked past me and I noticed he had already taken his bath and dressed before I woke up. His hair was an unruly, wet mess upon his head but he still looked incredibly sexy. He wore a black shirt with blue jeans, an interesting look for him since I usually only see him dressed up.

I followed him to the bathroom, he pulled a bottle of medicine out of the cabinet, handing it to me. I took it from him as he turned to look in the mirror, fixing his hair as I swallowed the pills.

"How are you feeling?" He turned back to face me, stuffing his large hands in his pockets.

I shrugged, the awkward feeling coming over me once I realized he was standing so close to me and I wasn't even putting on a bra. I self-consciously crossed my arms.

"I am fine, just a little bit of headache." He nodded, reaching forward and tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

It wasn't until after his fingers grazed my cheek and his hand fell back to his side that I realized I had been holding my breath the entire time. I couldn't even look into his eyes without the memory of calling him daddy flooding my mind. I felt the same wave of emotion come over me when I called him that last night, the tension between us, the close proximity of our bodies, that confidence that I had when the word fell from my lips.

"Jessica?" His voice broke me of my thoughts and I blinked a few times to see him leaned down at my eye level.

"Are you okay?"

My lips parted but no words came out, what I did next was probably completely out of line and absolutely unnecessary but I couldn't help myself, I kissed him. I pushed myself forward, pressing my desperate lips to his plump ones. The last thing I expected was for him to kiss me back but once his mouth molded against mine and our lips moved in sync, I knew I couldn't stop. I felt my hands snake up to the back of his neck, feeling the baby curl at the nape of his neck and twiddling them between my fingers.

He groaned against my mouth, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close. I felt his growing bulge against my lower waist and his lips moved themselves from mine, attaching themselves to my neck and making me moan with pleasure.

"Say my name," he breathed, his hands grabbing my butt and pushing me against the wall.

"Say it."

"J…. Jeffrey," I whined and he abruptly pushed his pelvic against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me.

"That's not my name." He growled, his eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heaving on my cheeks.

"Daddy," his eyes dilated almost instantly.

He pressed his lips firmly to mine and his hands planted themselves against the wall on either side of me. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I let them tangle in his damp hair.

"Goodness, you are so fucking hot."

He muttered through gritted teeth and began unbuttoning his jeans. Out of impulse, I attached my mouth to his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin below his ear as his jeans dropped and pooled at his ankles.

I could hear him whimper as I moved my lips down towards his collar bone, hitting his sweet spot and his body trembling. It was then I realized what was happening, we were about to have sex and I wasn't stopping him or myself. I was completely okay with it.

What I had gone through at the beginning of the year, I would have never expected to see myself in this position, having a sugar daddy. I would have seen myself with an amazing internship as a model, having a boyfriend and never in a million years would I expect someone like Jeffrey to come into my life.

He reached down and tugged off the sweatpants I was wearing and then stuck his hand between my legs, past my panties. He pushed his fingers without hesitation, I moaned and that familiar feeling from the day of the photoshoot returned and I felt my body trembling under his touch.

"You are so fucking wet, Princess." He breathed.

"Let daddy make you feel good."

I whined, arching my back against the wall as I tried to push my hips down onto his fingers more. He started to finger me faster and my mind was in a frenzy, once I almost reached my peak, he removed his fingers, much to my dismay.

"Jessica," he moaned, kissing my neck and gripping my waist in his large hands, causing me to snap out of it.

"Do you want to do this?"

I hesitated, did I? Or was I making a huge mistake? I felt him bit down on my neck where I knew he left a hickey, making me moan and roll my eyes back.

"Y….yes, Daddy."

He smirked and picked me up around my thigh, carrying me into the couch and dropping me. He hooked his finger in my pants and tugged it down my quivering legs, tossing them aside. He then pulled his boxers down, revealing his ridiculous big dick and my heart was instantly in my stomach. He moved his body to hover over mine and pressed our foreheads together.

"Just tell me if it hurts, okay Princess?"

I closed my eyes, squeezing hard, my face must have been worse than a tomato. I tried to breathe and when I opened my eyes, he stared at me with wide eyes.

"You are so fucking tight," be breathed.

"I am going to be gentle, okay?"

I nodded feeby, feeling him slowly insert his cock inside me. My mouth fell open and I winced at the sight of discomfort. He gritted his teeth, his neck vein prominent as he slowly pushed further. The pain began to turn into pleasure, so I lifted my right leg up around his waist to pull his body closer.

"You are so sweet, Princess." He grumbled as he began to thrust. I moaned his name and held onto his shoulder for stability.

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down, kissing him sloppily as he thrust began to get faster. We were about to reach our climax, he then pulled out quickly but carefully just before he ejaculated all over my lower body. I leaned by head back against the pillow, breathing heavily as he quickly fetched a towel to clean me up.

He gently wiped the fluid off my body and took the towel to another room which I assumed to be the laundry room. My legs were trembling and I felt the dull ache in my lower region. I felt amazing, incredible and even more and I couldn't believe I just did that. He returned back, sitting down on the couch next to me and with his thumb, he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Are you okay?" His minty breath fanned my face.

I nodded feeby, my eyes locked to him and he leaned forward, placed a gentle kiss on my lips. His lips still swollen from all the kissing prior.