Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"So, how was your weekend?"

I groaned and shifted on my side to face my friend, Alice. We were sunbathing in her pool, floating on inflatable loungers, mimosas perched precariously in their cup holders. I pulled up my sunglasses, ready to launch into my tale.

It was nice and refreshing to have a woman to talk to without pettiness or jealousy getting in the way. Jacob would always be my best friend, but sometimes I needed someone with a pussy to get where I was coming from. Gay or not, men don't completely understand women.

Alice was an excellent sex therapist and part of the BDSM community with her husband, Jasper, who was an erotic photographer. She was good at her job, and I had never heard of a client of hers walking away unsatisfied. For spending most of her time sitting around listening to people's problems, she sure got paid enough to be able to overlook the occasional creeper that came in.

"I had a high school reunion on Saturday with some rich, frat boy wannabe," I grumbled. "He thought he was the shit and spent the evening continuously slapping my ass and calling me his bitch."

"It couldn't have been that bad," Alice said, ever the optimist.

I snorted. "Oh, that wasn't even the best part. Once we got back to the hotel, he was all 'suck my cock, bitch, it's going to be the biggest you've ever had." I imitated his deep, annoying voice. "I was playing along, you know, giving him what he wanted, but as soon as I pulled his tighty whities down, I just like 'What the fuck?' The guy either was oblivious or was using his frat boy exterior to compensate for the fact that he didn't have much going on down below."

Alice started snorting and snickering like a little pig, and I couldn't stop my own grin curling on my lips.

"I was half tempted to ask him for a magnifying glass so that I could see what I was...stop laughing." I leaned over, almost falling off my raft as I tried to slap her arm, my own laugh escaping me, leaving me to believe that I had consumed more alcohol than I had originally thought.

"What was it like when he got inside?" she asked, "Was he any good?"

I rolled my eyes. "I've had more stimulation from looking at pictures of Justin Bieber than what he gave me, and you know I'm not that fond of the kid. Why do men have to be such duds in bed?" I almost whined, pouting heavily.

"What about your Papi? From what you've told me, he sounds like a real winner." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, and I smiled.

"Hmmm, you got me there. He's the highlight of my job at the moment, but I'm not sure how long it's going to last," I admitted ,and Alice's eyebrows raised as she leaned towards me, her expression curious.

"Oh? Do tell," she urged, and I sighed.

"I don't know. He's really great, but...I don't know, I feel like we're getting too close. Somehow, he managed to penetrate my defenses and turned me into the nervous, bumbling seventeen-year-old that I used to be."

"I bet that's not all he penetrated," Alice quipped, but sobered up once she saw the glare I threw her way. "Okay, okay. Do you want to hear my professional opinion?"

I nodded, albeit slightly reluctantly, knowing that I would most likely not like what I was going to hear.

Alice sat up straighter and gave me a long, searching look before nodding. "Right. Let's start with the signs. He makes you nervous. He gives you something that you never had. He takes care of you and knows some of your weaknesses, such as your hair-stroking thing. You broke your carefully constructed rules for him. You broke the rules of the company, and you find yourself missing him and not wanting to leave him."

I open my mouth to argue, but found that what she was saying was true. I had broken all the rules when I had accepted Tanya's request to see him with little over three hours warning. I had done it off the table as well, hiding it from the company since I wasn't meant to take appointments like that. I would have liked to say that I did it for the money since I got paid double, but it wasn't that.

Something had shifted that night and I had found myself sneaking out of his apartment at five in the morning after falling asleep, instead of leaving after he fell asleep like I had originally planned.

"The signs all point toward the fact that you need him, and if not him, you need someone to nurture and take care of you. You're unknowingly craving and needing a Daddy."

My jaw practically hit the floor with that one. I had expected something more along the lines of me falling for him like some sort of overused, clichéd plot, not that I needed a Daddy.

"Eh?" Was my brilliant reply.

"Think about it. You hate being independent, and under all that sass is the makings of a good submissive. Having a Daddy can be a very rewarding experience. He'll take care of everything for you so that the only thing you have to worry about is making him happy. A good Daddy takes away all your worries. He makes all your decisions for you. He's loving and gentle, but dominating and masculine. He gives you what you need even when you don't know you need it. The main point of that kind of relationship is trust and honesty. Isn't that what you want?"

I couldn't even formulate an answer as my mind went black with shock. I had never really looked at it like that.

She gave me a smug look. "And that, Ms. Swan, is why they pay the big bucks."

My mind slowly started functioning again, and I cleared my throat. "Let's say that your little theory is right, and I do want a Daddy," I said carefully while she scoffed at me. "How would I juggle it with work? No guy wants to fuck a woman knowing she fucks others for a living."

She gave me a look that said I was an idiot and shook her head. "Do you honestly want to live out the rest of your life at that company? You have so much potential to be something great, you just need to find your avenue."

She had a point there, but I couldn't just quit my job. It paid for my apartment and all my luxuries, and as much as I hated to admit it, I would miss the Senator.

"You should move on to bigger, better things. Go find yourself a Daddy, and who knows, maybe everything will fall into place."

I doubted her somewhat, but my snarky remark was cut off by my mobile ringing. I grumbled as I slid of the raft and swan to the edge where my bag was. I hoisted my myself out of the pool and grabbed my phone.

"Hello?" I asked since it was an unknown number calling.

"Hello, is this Isabella Marie Swan?"

I frowned, wondering who this was and what they wanted. "Who is this?" I asked suspiciously.

"I'm Mr. and Mrs. Swan's lawyer, Quil Ateara. I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but your parents were in a fatal car accident, and we need to go over the will to see their parting wishes..."

He could have continued to talk, but I didn't hear a word of it. My mind kept turning his words around in my head.

Fatal car accident.

My parents were dead and though we had never been close–in fact we could hardly stand to be in each other's presence anymore-they were my last living relatives. My parents were both the only children, and both sets of grandparents had died when I was young.

I was completely alone.

...

I was a mess. There was no other way to really describe it. I had barely managed to get two days off to fly out to the funeral to say a final goodbye to my parents. I heard all the whispers and mumbles about the rebellious daughter who had run off to college and never came back, choosing to live her life in sin, and separating herself far away from her parents.

I could tell that they pitied me, but I couldn't find it in me to be angry. In fact, I didn't feel anything. I was just an empty, hollow shell, and I lay in my bed at night almost wishing that it hurt, that tears would fall, but nothing came.

I had tried canceling my appointments for the whole week, wanting to wallow in my depression, but after basically being told that the company was going bottom's up, and that they needed the money my clients would give, I didn't really have much choice but to out on a brave face and pretend that I was fine, and that my life wasn't one big hole that I had fallen into.

So far, I was failing miserably.

I couldn't really explain how I ended up standing outside the Senator's apartment, dripping wet from the rain outside and looking pitiful. All I knew was that Alice's words were going around in my head on loop, and I just needed him.

My hand shook as I raised it, and I closed my eyes, wondering not for the first time why I was doing this. Doing this would change everything, and I wasn't sure if I could deal with the ramifications of that. I knew he knew that I was here since he had to give permission for me to come to his apartment, but it didn't help how I was feeling in the least.

My knock was timid and soft, and if he hadn't been waiting for it, he would have missed it; but I heard his footsteps come toward the door, and the two sides of me fought against each other. One side begged for me to take off and run like hell, but the other half kept my feet rooted the ground, refusing to let me flake out.

The door opened, and he stood there in his slacks and a rumpled shirt, his eyes concerned and worried. I hated to think how I must have looked, my hair limp and my face gaunt.

"Isabella," he stated quietly, his eyes running over my face, looking for some kind of indication of why I was there. "Are you okay?"

I wrapped my arms around my stomach and looked down, hoping to contain the dull throbbing ache in there, but it continued to spread through me. My mouth opened to give him some sort of line, some sort of excuse, but I found I couldn't do it.

"No," I finally whispered, and he moved to the side, letting me in without another word. I brushed against him as I moved past him, his warmth saturating my arm as I went to stand awkwardly in the hallway.

He closed the door and turned to face me. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently, and I wondered why he wasn't questioning why I was here at his apartment, dripping water all over his hardwood floor.

My mouth opened and closed a few times before I managed to force the words out. "I-I-I don't know. I shouldn't be bothering you with this, but I feel so empty...so hollow, and I feel so lost right now. I don't know what to do."

He nodded in understanding, his face soft. "What happened?" he pressed carefully as his arms came up around me, pulling me to his chest like he didn't care that I was soaking him.

"I don't know. One minute they were...they were right there, and now they're gone. I can't even bring myself to say that they're...my parents are dead, and I can't feel a thing," I babbled, my voice emotionless.

"I'm sorry, Bellezza," he murmured, and I was surprised at how sincere he sounded.

"Why?" I asked, sounding a bit hysterical, even to my own ears. "Why would you be sorry when you didn't even know them? Hell, I didn't really know them, but having them at a distance was better than not having them at all. Does it make me a bad person that I feel bad because I'm now alone, not so much because they are dead?" I whispered, and he placed a kiss on my hair.

"Bellezza, I could never think of you as a bad person. Your body is protecting you from the pain and hurt, and I don't think you're thinking rationally. Why did you come here though? Of all the places you could have gone-you must have friends…family. Why pick me?"

"I don't know," I said truthfully. "I just...my head hurts, and I'm fucking fed up of this emptiness. I want to feel, I want to hurt and I want to cry, but I don't know how to..." I trailed off, raking a hand through my hair and looking down at my feet before trying again.

"There is something there, a connection, between you and me, and while I'm not really comfortable with that fact, I'm aware of it. I've spent so long looking after myself that I'm not even sure how to ask for help, and even though it pains me to admit it, I need your help."

He was silent and I peered up, ready for rejection. He gazed at me, his eyes penetrating through my carefully constructed layers of defense, and I was powerless to stop him. It had been years since I was this vulnerable, and I held my breath as I waited.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked quietly. "Because once you do this, you can't just turn around and walk away."

I swallowed tightly and nodded, releasing the breath that I had been holding. "I know," I whispered because even before I had knocked on his door or entered his apartment building, I knew that this would shift things irrevocably.

He let out a long breath and he seemed to become more forceful and dominating as he squared his shoulders, turning from Senator to Papi with a flick of a switch. "I want you, naked, on your hands and knees on my bed now," he said firmly, all traces of concern and worry replaced by a hard expression.

I don't how to explain it other than as soon as he spoke those words, it felt like a weight had been lifted off me. My heart hammered loudly in my chest as I walked swiftly toward his room and stripped out of my damp clothes. I shivered as a breeze washed over my cold skin, and I climbed up on end of the bed, positioning myself on my hands and knees at the edge, facing the headboard, my head bent in submission.

It felt like I was waiting forever until he entered the room, and my skin prickled as I felt his presence right behind me

I let out a shuddering breath as I felt him drag a lone finger down my spine and goose bumps erupted on my skin as I shivered.

"Are you willing to submit to me fully knowing that I am doing this solely for your benefit?" he asked.

"Yes, Papi."

"Do you trust me?"

I hated the fact that my automatic response made me pause. I hadn't fully trusted someone in a long time, but I knew that if I wanted this I would need to give it all to him.

"I-I-Yes," I finally whispered.

"Do you trust me, Bellezza?" he repeated, his voice more forceful this time.

"Yes," I responded immediately, not having to think it over this time because for that moment I did trust him explicitly.

"Do you trust that I will not only take care of your body, but every other part of you?"

"Yes, Papi," I murmured, stepping off the proverbial cliff that I had been gripping onto so hard for so long. I was free falling, and I prayed that this chance I had taken wouldn't come back and bite me in the ass.

"That's all I needed to know," he said and then with a swoosh of air I felt his paddle connect with my ass. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from crying out as a scream choked my throat.

"I want you vocal," he ordered. "I want you to scream."

He rubbed my sore ass before bringing the paddle on the other cheek. My chest tightened as I cried out, tears springing in my eyes.

There was something strangely liberating, feeling the hard wood connecting with my ass. It wasn't long before tears were streaming down my face, and I was begging for more. I felt like my chest had exploded and all my pent up emotion came flooding out. I was sobbing and hiccupping, my nose dripping as he continued paddling my ass.

It hurt so badly, yet I didn't want him to stop. How he knew exactly what I needed was unknown to me, but I thanked God that this man seemed ready and willing to give it to me.

My arms and legs quivered, threatening to give way as my whole body shook with the force of my sobs.

The pain, hurt, and insecurities that I had locked away, broke free, spilling out of me in waves. I had spent so long building walls but in one swift move, he had bulldozed them down, leaving the fragments littered across my chest. Every inch of my body ached, breaking slowly, tearing me apart, but instead of shying away from it, I welcomed it.

I needed to break, utterly and completely, so that I could piece myself back together in a way that satisfied me. I didn't want to be hardened and cynical anymore. I didn't want to sell myself for sex when what I really needed was a strong pair of arms that would always be there to hold me up.

So I cried. I cried for my parents and how I wished that I had done something with my life that would have made them proud, instead of disappointed. I cried for myself and all the wrong decisions that had led me where I was. The hole I had fallen into seemed too deep to climb out of, and I needed help. I needed someone to guide and direct me.

I was vaguely aware of him urging me let it all out and soothing me with words of comfort, but it seemed to fade into the background as I fell to my elbows.

I doubted that I had ever cried that hard in my life, and the pain-both physical and emotional-seemed to lessen. It was still raw and throbbing, but I felt open and ready to try and fix the mess I had made of my life. I collapsed onto my stomach once it became apparent that he had stopped, and I curled up into a fetal position as I struggled to breath.

My body was shaking and sweat dripped down, mixing in with my tears as I lay there, unable to move even if I had wanted to. I blinked back tears as my body started to calm down, and I startled as I felt his hands touching the bruised skin of my ass.

"Shhh," he murmured as I whimpered and shut my eyes tightly, a fresh round of tears escaping. His hands moved over my smarting skin purposefully, rubbing in the moisturizer. Once he was done, he hooked his arm under my knees and swung me into his arms, carrying me bridal style as I lay limply, my head pressed against his bare chest.

Steam swirled around the bathroom as he entered, and I hissed as he lowered himself into the bath, my ass stinging against the hot water. I squirmed slightly, too exhausted to put any real effort into it. He relaxed against the back, cradling me between his legs as I curled up against his chest. He ran a hand through my hair, dragging the sweaty strands away from my face and tucking them behind my ear.

He lowered his face and nuzzled the side of my face, his arms wrapped tightly around me, making me unable to do anything but relax into him. My eyelids fluttered closed, my mind already drifting off as he hummed lowly, the sound gravely, yet smooth. I fought to keep my eyes open, but it was a fruitless battle, and I found myself slipping into sleep.

I didn't dream, I just sunk into the darkness as it wrapped around me like a blanket, and when I opened my eyes, the sun was rising on the horizon. He groaned, his body stirring almost as if it knew that I was awake. I was pressed into his chest, my back to his front, and one of his arms was slung lazily around my waist. His face was buried in my neck, and I shivered as I felt his breath fan out across it.

My eyelids felt heavy and sore as my head pounded, and I ducked my head, pushing back further against him. He sucked in a breath through his nose as his morning erection brushed against me, and rolled onto his back with a groan.

"What time is it?" he rasped, throwing an arm over his eyes to block out the sun.

I just stared at him, wondering why he wasn't freaking out or panicking over the fact that I was still here. He lifted his arm once he noticed I wasn't answering and frowned. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"Um..I-I...why aren't you freaking out?" I blurted out, and his eyebrows rose as he propped himself up on his elbows, making the sheets slide down his bare chest.

"Should I be?" he asked, looking slightly confused, his hair falling in his eyes as he spoke.

I wasn't quite sure how to answer that question. "I-I-I don't know," I answered honestly. "I just thought that you'd be...I don't know...weirded out over the fact that I'm still here."

He now looked vaguely amused, and the corner of his lips turned up slightly. "Hmmm, I can't say that I'm not surprised that you actually stayed as opposed to running off, but I can't say that its unwelcome."

Now, it was my turn to be confused. "But, why would you want me here?" I asked.

"For many reasons," he answered vaguely. "The real question is: why wouldn't I want you here?"

"Because I'm a call girl, you know, a classy whore," I answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And I'm a Senator, but my job doesn't define who I am. To quote Dr. Seuss: 'Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.'"

I felt my throat tighten as tears threatened to fall. I turned my gaze away from him, trying to collect myself.

"Why?" I whispered. "How can you just accept it?"

It wasn't often that someone accepted me for who I was so easily and without hesitance. It fuelled my decision to leave my job and try and to live normally without fucking men I didn't know.

"I know you won't fully believe me when I say that it doesn't matter to me, because on some level it does, but I'm in no position to judge you since I'm the one who paid you in the first place."

I nodded and sucked in a shaky breath. Something stirred in my gut, and I knew that I had to be honest with him. "I've been hurt before," I admitted. He stayed quiet, and I was glad because talking about this was hard enough.

"His name was Felix. He was a lawyer and one of my first big clients. He was so charming and lovely that any girl too stupid to see under his facade could fall for him. He filled my head with notions of love and us being together. He was going to pay off my loans just so that I could quit my job and I was-for lack of a better word-smitten. He bought me an apartment and would visit me often, but it was just all about sex, and I started to feel used.

I tried to talk to him about it but he didn't want to hear it. He said that while his divorce was coming through that we had to keep a low profile. Turned out that there was no divorce and that he was happily married with three kids. He was just using me for sex, and the worst part is that I let him," I told him quietly.

"I confronted him about it, and he got violent. He pushed me down a flight of stairs and just left me unconscious at the bottom. I ended up homeless, penniless, and with two broken ribs. I got a restraining order so that he couldn't come near me and tried to move on. I practically had to beg for my old job back, and I just closed myself off after that. I don't trust people easily, especially men, because of that, but you, somehow, got around the walls I put up and broke them down. You constantly make me feel like how I did before I became jaded, and it makes me hope and trust, and that scares me, you scare me."

I didn't look at him to see how he had taken my confession, but I felt him shift and take my chin in his hand, turning my face towards him. "Thank you for telling me that," he said sincerely. "I know it must have been hard for you, and I want you to know that I would never do that to you. I realize that your full trust is something that I have to earn, but just know that I have never cheated on a woman in my whole life, and I don't intend to start now."

He spoke as if he wanted something to happen between us, and I struggled to beat down the feeling of hope that the thought stirred in me.

"I'm quitting the company; it's going bottoms up anyway, and I have enough money saved up to get me by for a while," I said, more to distract myself from my thoughts than for his benefit.

"If that's what you want," he murmured, his eyes piercing mine. I wanted to look away, but found myself unable to do so. He moved closer to me, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips as he tilted his head slightly to the right. He drew even closer until our lips were centimeters apart.

He paused, moving neither forward or backward. "Kiss me," he whispered, his tone soft. The hand resting on my chin slid up to my cheek, cupping it as his thumb rubbed my skin in a soothing rhythm.

I found myself at war with my mind once again as the two parts argued against each other. The logical side telling me that I should turn him down so that I could leave with at least a little part of myself still intact, while the other was screaming at me that I had already taken it this far and that I deserved more than what I had always given myself.

My hands fluttered nervously, not quite sure if they should be pushing him away or bringing him closer as my mind continued battling against itself.

"Let go," he ordered quietly, and I just simply obeyed. I shut my mind off and let my eyes flutter as I closed the distance between us. I let out a shuddering breath as felt just how soft and pliable his lips were against mine.

One of his hands slid down untill it was pressed into my back, drawing me closer to him. My body molded against his as little sighs and pants left me, and I settled my hands on the back of his shoulders, the skin warm under my fingers.

It was a soft and chaste kiss, but somehow it still held the passion that seemed to continuously bubble up between us.

I almost protested when he pulled back, but he was already speaking before I could get my brain to send the order to my mouth.

"At the risk of sounding like the douche that hurt you, I want to talk to you about your future, our future."

I eyed him warily and pushed him away from me. "Do I even want to know what you're going to say?" I asked.

"I have a proposition for you and before you say no, hear me out. Yesterday, you said that there was something between us, and I have to agree with you. I'm not just going to throw that away without trying to make something out of it. I want you to live here with me. I'll give you money to spend on whatever you need and give you anything you need-"

"And what do you get in return? Oh yeah, sex! You men are all the same," I spat at him, cutting him off, anger coursing through my veins. He gripped my wrist as I tried to slip out of the bed and while I knew that I could get him off me easily, I hesitated.

He pulled me back into him and spoke in a low, forceful voice, his words hurried in their effort to gain my acceptance.

"You'll give me whatever you are comfortable with giving me. You'll call the shots until you are comfortable in giving the control to me, but don't pretend for one minute that you don't need what I can offer. You know I'm not talking about money. You need someone to look after you, to dote on you, to take care of you, and you know that I can give you that. I'm not planning on paying you for sex. The money would just be for whatever you wanted it for, to keep you living comfortably. I would prefer if you didn't get a job since I plan on providing everything you need."

"You'd do that?" I asked dubiously. "You'd let me control the pace we would go at until I'm comfortable enough to give it fully to you?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"And I don't have to work or find a new job? You'll provide me with the money I need?"

He nodded again. "Yes, I'll give you a monthly allowance to spend. I want us to set up a contract specifying everything that our relationship will include. We'll make it that if I break it, then you walk away with whatever you want from me. It will of course have a confidentiality agreement for obvious reasons-"

"Wait!" I said, cutting him off. "What exactly is the kind of relationship we are having?"

He looked at me, his eyes leveling with mine."Whatever kind we both agree to. If you accept my proposition-something that I don't expect will happen today since you obviously need to think about the implications of this-you'll need to write a list of things you and do not want in our relationship, sexually or otherwise, and I'll do the same. Then we'll compare notes and come up with something that fits the both of us."

His proposition seemed well planned out, and I wondered how long he had been planning it, and if he had tried this with any other girls. "It seems like a very well thought out and planned proposition..." I said slowly, and he shrugged.

"I had a lot of time to think last night after you passed out. Thinking of that, how is your ass?"

I grimaced, having forgotten about it until he reminded me, but I could tell without touching it that it was tender, and I would most likely have to go without panties and wear loose clothes for a few days.

"Sore," I told him.

"Hmmm, wait here," he murmured, throwing the sheets off his legs and disappearing into the bathroom, his sleep pants riding low on his hips. I leaned up on my elbow, waiting for him to come back out. He held a bottle of moisturizer when he did, and I rolled onto my stomach, resting my head on my arms as he dragged the sheets down my body.

I hissed, biting down on my bottom lip as he massaged it into my tender flesh.

"So, all in all, what do you think of my proposition?" he asked, and I wondered if behind the calm voice there was any nervousness about my answer. If there was, he hid it well.

"Um, well, I need some time to think about it, and maybe we could...I don't know...get to know each other a little better. If we're going to live together, I'm going to need to know more about you than what I dug up on the Internet."

He hummed in agreement. "You're right, and I would like to know more about you than just how good your body feels under, over, in front of, and wrapped around me."

I couldn't help the little flame of desire that came to light at his words, the way he so easily wrapped his lips around them, so smooth and sensual.

"I should warn you," I said lightly, "I am pretty insatiable. You'd have to keep up with my sexual appetite."

He chuckled, the sound gravely and low. "I think I can keep up."

"Alright, but don't whine at me when your joints are sore."

He scoffed at me, and I snickered in response. "I'm thirty-five, not fifty," he informed me, and I shrugged, looking over my shoulder at him where he was still massaging my ass.

"Old enough to be a Sugar Daddy though. I only twenty-three, you've got twelve years on me."

"Sugar Daddy, huh? Well, I best be giving you some of that sugar," he drawled, moving his hands to my hips and trailing kisses up my spine. He brushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed up my neck.

My breath hitched as I felt his teeth scrape against it. "I thought I was calling the shots," I murmured, keeping my voice even, giving no indication that I was affected by his ministrations.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he purred, his hands trailing up and down my sides, brushing against the curve of my plump tits.

I turned my head back and threaded a hand through the thick strands of his hair, pulling them away from his face as I gripped them tightly. I tugged him gently forward, urging his mouth to meet mine.

He held himself up on one elbow and dipped his head to meet my silent demand for his lips. He leaned even closer, tiling his head to the side as he deepened the kiss. I could feel his erection poking me in the back, and I couldn't help feel a slight note of satisfaction that for once, if I wanted to, I could turn him down.

I no longer needed to fuck men I didn't particularly want to, and I was going to go straight down to the offices and hand in my resignation. I didn't care what they said, there was no way I was going to fuck another man without my own explicit consent and want.

This wouldn't lessen my sexual appetite and I still loved sex, I just didn't want to give out like candy. I wanted one guy that I could fuck over and over again. Someone who could keep up with me and loved kink.

I ran over Alice's words about needing a Daddy, and I wondered if the Senator was the right choice for me. Knowing that I would just give myself a headache going around in circles like I was, I concentrated on his tongue in my mouth.

Little sigh and pants left us, and he lowered his body more firmly on top of mine, careful not to brush against my ass.

He pulled back slowly, withdrawing his tongue and placing one last kiss on my mouth before moving away.

"But your right, you're calling the shots," he murmured, his voice low and his lips swollen. I had a right mind to pull him back into me, but I knew that right now with my emotions and head all over the place, sex wasn't going to be on the table, at least for today.

He smirked at me and stood up, his sleep pants tented. "And as much as I would have loved to continue, I'm afraid that I have to start getting ready for what I am sure will be a long, hard day."

I pouted at him. "Tease," I grumbled, rolling off the bed to find that my clothes had been cleaned and dried. God, when he said he'd look after me he really meant it. I teared up at the thought, the pain that he had managed to distract me from, flaring up in my chest and burning at my insides. I tried to blink them away as I pulled my clothes back on, but they kept on coming, relentless in their pursuit to fall down my cheeks.

I wiped them away, hating how emotional I was being, and finished getting dressed, my fingers fumbling over the buttons of my shirt as I did so. I growled in frustration as the last button refused to go through its hole, and I didn't realize that he was behind me until two arms wrapped around me and did up the button with nimble fingers.

"You're going to be okay," he murmured, placed a lone, lingering kiss on the top of my head. I didn't know how he knew that was what I needed to hear, but I turned, pressing my face into his neck so that I could inhale his scent. He held me close to him, rocking me slightly as tears dripped along his neck.

"Shhh," he soothed, pulling back and brushing my tears away with the pad of his thumb.

It seemed ironic to me that yesterday I couldn't cry at all, but now I couldn't stop.

"If you need me I'm just a phone call away, okay? Don't hesitate. I don't care if it's three in the morning, just call me," he told me sternly as I reluctantly pulled away and tried to pull myself together as I clutched onto my bag like it was a lifeline.

"Okay, Papi," I whispered, casting one last look in his direction before slowly turning away and making my way out of the bedroom and into the hall, my feet practically dragging as my mind screamed at me to go back to him and curl myself around him. It seemed that I was going to have to get used to this new needy side of me.

It wasn't until I was in the elevator that I realized just how much my life had changed in the last week, and as the doors slid closed, I knew that I had some big decisions ahead of me that I needed to make.