All Chapters of Touch Me, Daddy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I might have a very disturbing question.Teenage crushes…they’re absolutely normal, right? To see a man in a movie, or on TV, or at a sports game, or whatever, and he kind of... catches your attention. He makes you feel flushed all over. He makes you crave his body on yours. Makes you daydream about him.Pierro Rush has always been my teenage hero. And I don't think it's normal for your teenage hero to hold you against a wall and bury his face between your legs. That seems unlikely. Impossible. Shocking, even. So can I be blamed for my brain short-circuiting for a second there?Pierro Rush stomped out of my apartment like I insulted his mother. He acted like I slapped him, not like I... like I...Like I fell apart in his arms. Like his touch rearranged pieces of me, somehow, deep inside. Like I was ten seconds away from saying screw the no-sex rule. I wanted him to be my first. First, and preferably last. The only man to ever touch me.And isn't that humiliating? Pierro was proving a

It's only been two days, and Pierro is wearing another black polo with dark green sweatpants, but he looks different somehow. More tired, maybe, or just harsher. His eyes are tight and his jaw is clenched.I swallow uncomfortably."I want to apologize." My words are so quiet, swallowed up by the cool air. I clear my throat, and force myself to speak louder. He deserves to hear this. "I'm sorry.""For what?" Pierro sounds almost bored, his frown fixed on my skirt. I shift my weight, but don't reach for the hem."For... messing up," I finish vaguely. I don't know how else to explain it. All I know is I missed a really important cue back in my apartment, and when I did, I screwed everything up.Pierro grunts. It's not good enough."Don't worry about it," he says, and raises an arm. Gestures to the door."It was all new, you know?" I speak quicker now. I don't want to leave yet. "I've never done that before. Any of it. And I know I reacted wrong, but it wasn't—I didn't mean anything by it

I've had twenty four hours to think about it, and I've come to the conclusion: I should have canceled that fucking class.I had Kat right there. Staring up at me with so much hope in her green eyes. I should have called in another trainer. Should have asked her to stay and watch, perching her perfect juicy ass on a speaker. Anything.I get it now, though. Why she sent me away that first time in her apartment. Being together, it's a shock to the system, an overload of sensations and emotions that I've never felt before. It's hard enough to string a sentence together afterwards, let alone read the room.But she said she'd come to my fight. She definitely said she would. So this is my chance to set it right—to make her feel so fucking wanted, she'll never doubt it again."Five minutes," someone calls outside my dressing room. It's a sparse room, with a mirror studded with bright bulbs and a table and chair, and a plain gray sofa against one wall. But at least in this place, I've got a pr

One year laterPierro was pissed when he realized he had to fight on our anniversary. For the last two weeks, he's been grumbling about it, muttering dark curses under his breath, and no matter how many times I tell him I don't mind, he doesn't believe me.But the thing is, I really don't mind. I love watching my new husband fight. I still wince sometimes, still peek between my fingers, but it's exhilarating. So powerful.And slipping back to his dressing room, when he's pumped up with adrenaline and drenched with sweat, his knuckles scraped raw and his jaw tight... that's pretty great, too.Pierro can take his excess energy out on me. I can take it. And not just that—I crave it. His inner animal speaks to mine.But that's not why I've got butterflies tonight, hurrying through the halls as soon as his fight is over. We've got a table booked at a gorgeous restaurant, and there's a tailored suit hanging against his door ready for him, but that's not why I'm rushing either.My backpack t

"I'll be leaving now," my ex-boyfriend of six months, Alex, announces as he bumps fists with the squad, which is everyone excluding me. I relax my head against the edge of the pool, exhaling quietly. "I'll go see him off," I barely register Mandy's voice as she steps out of the pool, and follows Alex to the front door. Despite my strained relationship with Alex, he'd maintained a healthy friendship with Mandy since we broke up. I had no idea however that he'd be invited for this summer hangout. I thought it was for the girls only.It's the hottest month of the year. July. I've been in Miami with Mandy and the girls on a summer vacation for the past three days, and I've been away from all communication. Mandy's father owned a mansion in the lush suburbs, and it's a bit tricky to get cell reception up there. It's actually kind of nice to unplug with them for a few days while we all bathed in the sunlight."You have a very important call, Mariselle," Mandy chirps as she rejoins us, hold