Page 35 of Daddy's Lesson

“Thank you.” Such a sweet compliment had me blushing. He made me blush a lot.

“Are you done eating? Because I need to fuck you again.”

I was, and even if I wasn’t, I would have lied because my body instantly responded to his words and I wanted him to fuck me again. “Yes.”

“Bedroom. Now.”

I couldn’t believe after years of being perfectly happy with no sex that my body craved him the way it did. I also couldn’t believe how many times and how many different ways he could make me come. By the time he let me sleep, I’d lost track of how many orgasms I’d had.

I stretched as the last vestiges of sleep left my aching body. Every twinge of pain just reminded me that I was not a spring chicken anymore. Lennon was on his stomach next to me, softly snoring, his still-naked body only half covered with the twisted sheet. I took a second to admire his features, soft from sleep. He was so handsome. It baffled me that a man in his prime, with the world at his fingertips, had even a slight interest in me. What did he see in an old lady?

What did I have to offer him other than to satiate some long-standing fantasy he’d had from when he was in my class? Maybe that's what this was. Maybe I was fulfilling a fantasy, and once he was finished with me, he would move on. Maybe I should just be fine with that. It wasn’t like men were lining up down the block to give me the experiences he was giving me. Maybe I should just be happy with it and not look a gift horse in the mouth.

Sighing, I gently climbed out of bed. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I fixed my hair, then grabbed my bathrobe out of the closet. I wanted to make him breakfast and no way was I cooking naked.

If he wasn’t okay with it there was no doubt in my mind that he would punish me in some way, but everything hurt already; what was a little bit more pain really going to do to me? I got coffee brewing, pulled out some bacon and got it started on the griddle while I mixed pancake batter. The smell of bacon wafted through the kitchen and must have made its way to my room, because after a few minutes Lennon was behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle and kissing my neck.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” His gravelly, barely awake voice vibrated against my skin.

“I was going to after I finished cooking.”

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, little girl. I could have ordered us something.”

“Cooking is relaxing. I enjoy it.” It wasn’t a lie, but cooking did create a mess that would have to be cleaned up, and that part I did not like.

“If you say so. Did you make coffee?”

“Of course.” I tilted my head toward the coffee pot. “Mugs are in the cabinet right above the pot.”

He got down two and poured us each a cup.

“How do you take it?”

“The creamer is in the refrigerator; just a splash, please.”

I watched him move around my kitchen out of the corner of my eye. After living alone for so long, I didn’t think I would like someone else in my space as much as I liked having him there.

“I guess we’ll eat in the living room again? I’ll have to clean up the mess from last night before we do.” I’d completely forgotten about that, and apparently hadn’t noticed it when I walked by to get to the kitchen.

“No you won't. It's been done.”

“Oh.” Well that would explain why the mess hadn’t caught my eye as I passed the living room. I didn’t usually miss messes.

I thought back to the night before. I fell asleep with him next to me but I guess it was possible he’d gotten up after. I was typically a light sleeper, but he’d worn me out pretty well.

“My clean-up crew came after you went to bed, so I had them take care of all of it. Even the dining room. Well, most of it.” He looked a little sheepish. “They didn’t clean the walls or the furniture.”

I knew that had been a bad idea! I dropped the tongs I was using to flip the bacon and went to my dining room. Sure enough, the floors and a big part of the mess had been cleaned up, but my table, chairs, and walls looked like they’d been fingerpainted by an army of kindergarteners. Honestly, it was beautiful.

“I love it,” I whispered.

“Looks like you have a new place to do your art assignment. Maybe it will be a little bit more inspirational now that it has some character.”

“Maybe.” My gut twisted tight when he mentioned the assignment. “I need to see to the bacon before it burns.” I ducked under his arm and scurried back to the stove.

“Hmm, I see a problem here,” he mused.

“What problem?” I asked, keeping my focus on the task in front of me.