CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWELVE

VIOLET POV

“It was nice,” I say. “He was really considerate, and really respectful, and took it really slow…”

“And…” Her hands are egging me on. “Juicy gossip, please…”

I lower my voice. “He kissed me…”

“Yes, and…”

“And it was amazing.” I can’t stop smiling. “He was amazing. He kissed me, and touched me, and…” I check there’s nobody close. “And he put his mouth on me, and sucked my clit until I came, and then he put his dick there, and it was massive… really big…”

She laughs. “How would you know?”

I laugh right back. “I’m not a total baby, you know. I’ve watched pornography, just like you do.”

“The very fact you call it pornography says it all.”

“But he is,” I continue. “He’s big. And it felt amazing.”

“But he didn’t fuck you, with this big giant cock of his?” She raises an eyebrow.

I grin. “Not yet, but he will.”

She groans. “So what did he do with it?”

The memories come back, and so do the tingles, the feeling of him, rubbing, and making those noises. The sound of the bed creaking.

“He rubbed me… right against my clit… and I came… and he came…”

“He fucking dry humped you?!”

I shrug. “It wasn’t so dry…”

“Gross,” she says, but she’s lying. She’s scowling again.

I sigh, hug my lunchbox to my chest. “I love him.”

“Excuse me? You fucking what?!”

I smile. Simply. “I love him.”

She stares at me like I’m a simpleton. Mum stares at me like that, too, and I hate it. I always hate it. “I mean it,” I tell her. “I love him, and he loves me.”

“You don’t even know him,” she snaps.

“I know enough,” I snapped back. “It’s fate.”

“Not those fucking horoscopes again… about fate or Mate.”

“I don’t need horoscopes to tell me it’s fate,” I insist. “I already know. And he knows it, too.”

“Then you’re both fucking cray cray.” She spins a finger in the air.

“He’s going to be the one,” I say, and I don’t give a shit anymore. Not what she thinks, nor what she says. Not at how she looks at me, or how Mum looks at me, or how anyone else in the whole world looks at me.

None of it matters, not now I have Spencer. Daddy.

Now I have someone who loves me.

“Fine,” Maggie Connor says finally, and lets out a sigh. “If you insist on being cray cray with Hannibal-old-guy then you do that. Just let me have all the juicy gossip, deal?”

I think I’ve won some invisible battle, and I’m not even sure what I was fighting.

“Sure,” I say. “But his name’s Spencer.”

“Daddy Spencer,” she laughs, and I’m sure my burning cheeks are going to give me away, but she slaps me on the back and doesn’t even notice. “Alright,” she says. “Now, let’s talk about blowjobs, I’ve got some great techniques…”

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Spencer’s smiling when I slip into the passenger seat, and I can’t stop giggling as Maggie Connor’s silly-arse blowjob techniques flash back through my mind.

“What?” he asks. “What’s got you so tickled?”

I shake my head, and try to stop, but he leans toward me, his eyes so questioning, and it’s too much. It’s much too much.

“Maggie Connor,” I say, and he sighs before I’ve even started. “No!” I tell him, “it’s funny. She was, um… trying to teach me… in the toilets…”

He raises an eyebrow. “Trying to teach you what exactly, Violet?”

The giggles stop as I realise I’ve committed myself to sharing the stupid story. And with that comes the truth that I’ve been blabbing about us, about what we did. It feels like I’ve done wrong somehow, like I shouldn’t be talking about that, and I guess my expression says so, because his eyes won’t leave mine.

“What, Violet?”

I shrug. “I, um… I told Maggie Connor some things.”

He nods. “Some things about us?”

I tap the empty lunchbox in my lap. “I won’t tell her anything else… not if it’s private…”

“Do you want us to be private?”

I shrug again. “If that’s what you want…”

His hand rests on my arm. “That’s not answering my question. Do you want us to be private?”

I don’t. I don’t want us to be private. I want to shout it from the rooftops, show the whole world that a man like Spencer loves me, and I’m his and he’s mine. But I don’t say that. The words don’t come, so I shake my head, hoping my eyes tell him all that.

“No,” I say. “I don’t want us to be private, like we’re doing something wrong. I want it to be… real…”

He smiles. “It is real. We’re real.” His fingers squeeze my elbow. “I have no problem with you telling Maggie Connor about us, Violet, but you should be aware of aspects of our… relationship… may make people uncomfortable.”

“I didn’t tell her about… those bits…” I admit, and my cheeks are on fire.

“Probably for the best.” He squeezes again. “I’m not ashamed, sweetheart, but we’re unorthodox. Our relationship is unorthodox. Be prepared for what that means, should it get out somehow.”

“It won’t…” I told him. “I’d only talk to Maggie Connor, and she’d…”

“She’d what?”

I don’t want to say it, but I do. “She’d laugh, or be super icked out. She wouldn’t get it.”

He laughs, and it surprises me. “Super icked out could arguably be the right response to a situation like ours. Daddy play is… niche, Violet, so niche that most people just wouldn’t understand.”

I laugh with him, but I’m shaking my head. “No! It’s not super icky, not at all! I like it… it’s just…”

“A little bit icky?”

“No!” I fidget in my seat. “I meant it’s private, not icky.”

Daddy plays. The words spin in my brain, and they make sense. That’s what this is. It’s Daddy play. I saw that on Jerry Springer once, years ago, some grown up woman in pigtails, colouring in while this guy talked to Jerry about how she was his little-y or something.

It made me feel squirmy, all weird and hot, and then so guilty when Mum laughed about it and said how gross it was. Window cleaner guy, that’s who she said it to. And he hadn’t said a word, just stared in my direction.

“Let’s go home,” Spencer says, and my thoughts are right back with him. He’s looking at me so intently as he puts the car in gear, like he knows I’m feeling all squirmy again at the memory.

I nod. “Home sounds really good.”

“Yes,” he says. “It does.”

And in that moment he’s that Spencer again. The Daddy Spencer that rubbed his cock against me until he came.