Chapter 215

I fall asleep in the nursery, in a high-back chair I pulled up beside the crib. I watch Mia until my eyelids are too heavy to keep open, and darkness drags me under again.

When I wake again, it’s early morning, the sunrise just breaking over the trees out the window. I look at the view, then at Mia, still asleep in her crib. She’ll likely be sleeping a while longer yet, since she was up so late last night.

My heart feels heavy in my chest.

Two days left until I leave.

I hold in my sigh, not wanting to wake Mia. Pulling myself up, I quietly make my way for the door and slip out into the hallway. I don’t make it far before running into Archer. He’s stopped in the center of my path, arms crossed, eyes bearing down into mine.

What did I do? Does he know I was listening last night?

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” I tell him. “What’s left to say?”

I expect a lecture, but he doesn’t even say one word. Instead, his eyes narrow. Something deep within them sparks.

Oh.

I know that look.

He steps toward me. I don’t back away. I’m not afraid of what’s going to happen here. I’m not afraid of him at all.

Because every time he’s looked like that at me in the past, he made me feel so good that I lost my mind. And now? With that flame simmering in the depths of his gaze, the way his lips are twitching down, the way his hands are clasping into fists…

I can only imagine the wild ride I’m about to have.

“Archer,” I say, and I hope it’s enough to signal my consent. I’m game for whatever he wants to play today. I don’t care if it’s 5 am. Archer’s still wearing last night’s clothes. He hasn’t been to bed yet.

My message of consent must have been well received, because he walks toward me, silent as death itself. He comes so closely that he’s very nearly touching me. He’s so tall, I have to crane my neck back to look up at him and his towering wall of muscle.

He gives me enough time to catch my breath. Then, at once, he pounces.

In a rush I’m scooped up against the hardness of his body. His hands are under my ass, lifting me higher and higher. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me like his life depends on it, all while he stumbles forwards, carrying me, without even looking, toward his bedroom.

We tumbled through the door. He kicks it closed behind us.

When we reach the bed, he unceremoniously throws me down onto it. I bounce a couple of times before I settle. His eyes track the movement of my breasts. He always was a tit kind of guy.

“Does my slut want to be good for Daddy?” he growls. His eyes are so hot, I feel like my clothes might spontaneously combust. My panties are instantly damp. Gods help me, I have no idea why Daddy talk is so hot coming out of his mouth, but it is.

I can be his slut. I can be whatever the hell he wants me to be that gets him to keep talking like that, with the promise of intense pleasure around the corner.

“Yes, Daddy,” I hear myself say. When we play like this, it’s like I become a different person. I’m not usually so complacent, so submissive. But when I’m in Archer’s bed, all I want to do is please him.

“Then take off your clothes. Now.”

He crosses his arms again. He stays still as a statue. I get the message. He’s not going to move an inch closer until I’m naked. Well, that’s some pretty good motivation right there.

I rip my own clothes off, not caring about the seams splitting, or how unladylike I look. All I know is I want to be naked, and I’m going to be naked as soon as fucking possible.

I’m in my sleep clothes, so I’m not wearing a bra. As such, it’s no time at all before I’m naked. I stretch myself out on Archer’s bed in an attempt to make myself look as appetizing as possible. Since Archer’s eyes are fixed on my tits, I place my hands under them and lift them gently with my palms.

“I’m good for you, Daddy,” I say, moaning slightly. I can play this game, Archer.

“Good,” he says and the praise surges all the endorphins through me. He could say that outside of this room and I’d want to slap him. Here, with me naked in my bed, I’m ready to drop to my knees.

Archer undoes the buckle of his pants. He pushes them down just enough to release his dick. It’s already hard and throbbing. It jumps as it touches the cool air. Archer wraps a fist around himself and begins to stroke.

I whimper and whine. I’ve been good. Why doesn’t he give me a reward?

“Daddy, please,” I beg. Maybe that’s what he wants.

It must be, because as soon as I say the words, his eyes slide closed and he loudly moans.

“You want to touch my cock, slut?” he growls.

Fuck, yes. “Yes, Daddy.”

“You want to jack me off until I cum all over you?”

“Yes.” I brush my thumbs over my hardening nipples. Watching him touch himself is making me so hot, I need some kind of release. He doesn’t scold me so it must be okay. I rub them a little harder.

This is the last time we’re going to be together. He must know that. I know it too. Is that why he’s being so generous? I don’t know, but it’s making me so hot.

Finally, blessedly, after many more whimpers and moans, Archer comes closer to me. He stops touching himself to pull off his shirt and kick off his pants. When he crawls into bed beside me, he’s as naked as me.

I reach out and grab him, taking him in hand. Just as quickly, he slips a finger between my folds. My eyes roll back. Gods, he is not gentle, but the roughness feels so good when it’s him.

He lowers his mouth to my ear.

“You’ll always be a slut for me,” he growls, and the words shiver through me. He’s right. Gods help me, he’s right. “You better fucking dream of me. Of this. Of my hand in your pussy and my mouth on your tits.”

As if to emphasize, he lowers his mouth to my breast, where he sucks my nipple into his mouth. He laps at it with his tongue. I throw my head back on the pillow.

“Oh, Daddy!”

He pops off my breast to return his filthy mouth back to my ear. “That’s it, slut. Call me that, when you dream of me. Or when you touch yourself. Pinch your tits and beg for your Daddy.”

It’s too much. His words. His warm spit on my nipples, his insistent finger on my clit, his throbbing cock in my hand.

I hold on, hold out, for as long as I can, but all too soon, I throw my head back and scream.

“Daddy!”