Dirty Daddies Underground
Nathan’s grip on my hips gentles instantly, and he cradles my face tenderly in his palms, forcing me to meet his eyes once more.
“Look at me,” he commands softly, his voice calm, steadying. I blink through the tears, forcing myself to focus on him, his steady gaze anchoring me back to the safety of the moment.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Nathan asks, brushing away my tears again, voice infinitely patient and understanding.
“I don’t want to come without permission,” I sob brokenly. “I don’t want to disappoint you, to be bad—I just—I’m so scared I’m going to lose it.”