JUDE
Miko gapes at me.
His lips open in silent disbelief, eyebrows listing languidly, and I feel a smile light up on my face. We are so close now. So close enough to see that Miko has allowed himself to be startled by me.
So close that I have felt comfortable and safe to let that name slip out without trying to force it down, the desire to be open, intimate, and free with Miko breaking free from my core.
A name that I have only dreamt of calling him, in my deepest, darkest, and secretive dreams.
"What did you just call me?" Miko asks again, even though ghosts of a smile start appearing on his lips.
"Daddy," I repeat, blushing and yet not minding at all. "Please do that again, daddy …"
"Do what again, princess?"
"Put your fingers in my mouth." I let my lips fall open slightly, eyes on his, and wait patiently.
"You like that?" he whispers. His voice is tense with arousal, his whole body feeling taut on top of mine.
