Chapter 44 Yes… Daddy

Chapter 44 Yes… Daddy
Selena’s P.O.V.

It's been two months of getting me shot and I got bored the entire day lying in bed, resting and resting. God! When will I get fully recovered?

The thing which is frustrating me more is that James hasn’t touched me in these three months. I’m yearning for his touch and him. But he says, he won’t touch me until I recover completely.

His care melts my heart, but I miss his touch and everything else. He comes to my room daily from the window. I feel so blessed to have him. I thank God every day for letting me meet this man. No one loves me like the way he does.

Right now, I'm walking in the garden of my house with Lily, sharing my thoughts with her about my and James's relationship. She knows about us and she supports us. 

“So when you’re thinking of telling about your relationship to your parents?”

“We’re thinking of telling them after my recovery. I just got their love and affection, and the mere thought of losing it again scared me.”

“Don't get scared. Trust me they’ll understand your love and the way James loves you they will be happy that you got that type of man." 

Her words give me relief but still, I'm scared to tell my parents.

"You're right!" I nod, and then only Dad's car enters the house.

His car halt in front of the garden and he walks towards us with a smile on his face. The affectionate smile which I’d yearned for all my life. God! It’s been three months since I got his love, but I still can’t believe that my father loves me. 

“Hey, Dad,” I say as he approaches me. 

“Hey.” He pulls me into a side hug and kisses my forehead. “How are you doing now?”

“Just learning again to walk.” I chuckle. 

“You’re going to run soon.” 

He takes my arm from Lily and helps me walk while talking to me. Lily leaves, smiling at me. As happy as I am, she’s equally happy to see my parents showering me with love.

After a while, Mom comes with the snacks. We settle down in the gazebos and have it together while talking. There are no business talks, just having a conversation like a happy family. 

It’s said true what you truly yearn, someday or another, God fulfils your wishes. Now I just pray that I don’t lose them again after telling them about my relationship with James. 



At night, I lie on the bed, waiting for James to arrive. We talked on the phone just a few minutes ago, but I already miss him so much.

To pass the time, I chat with my girl gang, trying to keep myself distracted. But the longer I wait, the more impatient I become. He’s taking so long today, and I swear, I won’t let him off easily for making me wait this much. I’m getting mad now.

Just then, I hear a sound near the window, and all my anger fades the moment I sense his presence. My eyes shine and a smile spreads across my face. 

But the moment he climbs inside, my face turns pale. 

James is injured. He has a bandage on his forehead. 

How did this happen to him? 

Did it happen when he was coming to meet me? God! 

“How did this happen? Are you alright?” I ask, concerned for him as he approaches me.

He sits beside me on the bed and caresses my cheek. “Relax, love, it’s just a minor injury. I’m fine.”

“But how did this happen?“ I lift my hand and stroke the bandage very lightly. 

He closes his eyes before opening them and answering me. “I met with a small accident in the morning. But—”

I cut him off, glaring at him. “You met with the accident in the morning? And you’re telling me now, James.”

He takes my hand in his. “Because I didn’t want to give you unnecessary stress. If I had told you earlier, you would’ve freaked out and tried to come see me when you can’t even walk properly yet.”

“That’s not fair, James.” I shake my head, can’t able to stop myself from glancing at his wound. It must be hurting him so much. 

“You can’t hide things from me. Imagine if I did the same to you—kept something like this from you. Would you be okay with it?” I ask him in a serious tone. 

He sighs, stroking my knuckles. “No, I wouldn’t. But I didn’t want to see you stressed. You’ve already been through enough.”

How can I stay angry with this man? He cares for me so much. I know he hid his accident for my sake, but it isn’t right, and he has to understand this.

I explain, “That’s not the point, James. I don’t care what I’m going through. I just want to be there for you, just like you’re always there for me. So please never hide your problems, pain, or anything from me. I want you to share all of them with me because that’s how relationships work. We should be there for each other, no matter what.” 

He looks at me for a moment, his gaze filled with something deep and unreadable. Then, with a small smile, he presses a kiss on my forehead. “Okay, I understand. I should’ve told you. I’m sorry, love. But I promise I won’t hide anything from you again.”

“Now come in my arms and let me pamper you.” I open my arms for him. 

He chuckles, hugging me and lying beside me. “Now this little girl will pamper this old man?” 

“Yes… because my man deserves it.” I pull apart and kiss every inch of his face—his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, his lips. 

“Baby, you’re turning me on.” 

“That’s what I want, Daddy.” I laugh, sucking his lips hard, my hand, going down to open his jeans button.

He grasps my hand and gives me a stern look. “Selena, no. You haven’t recovered yet properly. I don’t want to do something which might hurt you.” 

“You won’t hurt me. Trust me. And I’m fine. It’s been months. I’m yearning for your touch and to please you. Let’s just do it.” I try to make him leave my hands. 

He holds them tightly. “You’re not understanding I won’t be able to control myself if we start.” 

“You’ll. Now leave my hand and let me please my man.“ As he still doesn’t leave my hands, I plead, “Please, baby.”

He sighs, finally letting go of my hands. “You always win.” 

“Because I’ve wrapped you around my little finger.” I giggle, opening his jeans. 

“I’m all yours, my love. Do whatever you want.” He takes my chin in his hand and kisses my lips hungrily, entering his tongue inside my mouth. 

He slips his hand inside my shorts as I pull his boxers and jeans. His hardness springs out, I want to feel it inside me, but I know I’ve to wait because my wound hasn’t healed properly yet. 

But I’m glad that at least he agrees with this. 

My all thoughts disappear as his fingers touch my wetness after months. 

Fuck! It’s heaven. 

I grab his dick and rub him with my both hands slowly, making him groan against my neck. 

As he rubs my clit with great vigour, matching his speed, I rub his dick. 

Soft moans escape my lips. God! He drives me crazy.

And I fucking miss his touch so much. It’s heaven. 

As I grind myself against his hand faster, he whispers in my ear, “You’re always so fucking wet and desperate for Daddy? Right, little miss.”

“Yes… Daddy… please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, my love, until your legs tremble and you get one of the best orgasms of your life.” Saying this, he enters his two fingers deep inside me, making me scream. 

As he rams his fingers in and out of me, hitting all the right spots, rubbing my clit with his thumb, I massage his dick with equal intensity. His groans are arousing me more. 

It’s heaven. In fact, my every moment with this man is heaven on earth.