Chapter 217: Wake Her Up, Will You?
Chapter 217: Wake Her Up, Will You?
Kingston
I found Angelia and Marshall in bed together, both asleep and both holding onto each other as if they couldn't bear having an inch between them. It was like a hug fest going on with Marshall hugging her against his chest while she had her arms on either side of his upper body and it looked like she was gripping him as tightly as he was holding her. Her head was perfectly placed on her pec, using him as a pillow.
It shouldn't have made me feel jealous and possessive but it did. I wanted to join them in bed, only so I could remove her from his arms and into my own. Everything with her had turned uncertain. Sure, she was here with us now, but her touch, her attention, it wasn't guaranteed. We weren't in the same situation now as when we had an arrangement with her, the arrangements assured each of us would get some time alone with her. But this time, there was no assurance of it, and I found myself thirsting for every damn scrap of it just like I knew Riccardo and Marshall did too. We would do all we could to gain her attention even if it meant competing with each other. Not because we dkdn want the others to be with her, but because we wanted to secure our own time with her as well.
I will admit though, even with the jealousy the sight of them together sparked, it also warmed something within me, like a sense of rightness or peace. The feeling was alien, yet I had noticed it had occurred once or twice back when we were in an arrangement with her. Truth be told, I wasn't all that keen on these new sugar-sweet feelings that tasted like cotton candy on my tongue. I didn't do well with change, yet I couldn't say I regretted anything about her. She was my addiction, and now that we had her back within our grasp, I would never let her go again. I had accepted the damn sugar rush I got whenever she was around, as long as I could have her stay.
Fucking hell, had anyone been able to listen in on the thought I had in her presence, it would have made everyone second-guesss my tough exterior. In her sleep,she looked so innocent, like there was nothing tearing at her soul and no hate marring her thoughts. Although, the second I thought that, her mouth turned into a frown and her innocence was replaced with something else, fear perhaps? Unease, maybe? Not like the new look on her face, I took the last few steps towards the bed and set out to do what I came here for. I wasn't the gentle guy who woke his girl up with a soft touch and a whispering wake up sugarplum drop or whatever the hell these friends of mine probably said to her as they roused her from sleep. Or at the very least, I hadn't been that kind of guy.
With a clenched jaw, I stood over her awkwardly before reaching out and cupped her cheek. And like I had done when I held her hand this morning, my thumb started stroking her skin with a reverent and soft touch that betrayed all the feelings I had for this girl. Feelings I held close to my chest. The second her eyes started fluttering, I withdrew my hand but I was still bent over her when she blinked up at me, her eyes hazy and tired.
“Just a few more minutes, daddy.” She murmured as her eyes once again fell shut and her breathing instantly evened out.
It didn't matter that she said it in her sleep, just that one fucking word and I was hard as a damn rock. One word and it brought back all the other instances where she had called me by my title as her dominant. My role as a daddy was the ultimate dominant, in my opinion, it held an added touch that no other role could beat. Sir held a level of respect that few could compete with, their role was superior and their title was meant to always remind their submissive of it every time they had to address their dominant. But daddies, we were the protector, the provider, not to mention, a baby needs guidance and who better to give it to her than her daddy? Not many understood this type of kink, most would turn away with a grimace or watch on in disgust thinking we were sick and hell. I didn't blame them, if I had no knowledge of this lifestyle, I would be just as disgusted. But there was no sick intention behind the role play, only an urge to be the best for their baby.
My parents might have fucked me off real good, and maybe that is why it appealed to me to be a protector and a provider for someone else because I never that myself. Though, I wasn't the caretaker kind of daddy, I was the stern kind who would always know what was best. And now, the best thing for my angel was to wake her up and get some food into her system.
Again, I reached out to her, still a little too awkwardly. It didn't come natural to me, to open up, to take care of someone outside of aftercare because I hadn't ever received it myself. But no matter how awkward I was, my instincts had always been to take care of those that mattered to me. I wasn't affectionate, but I was on the sidelines, watching in case there was a need for me. Normally, it usually meant having a drink with my friends if they were having a shit day, be the silent guy who listened if they wanted to get some stuff off their chest or drag them to the gym if they needed a fight to let out some steam. My brothers, because that is what they had become weren't the type wbi needed to be cuddled, so I hadn't learned another way to take care of someone.
With Angelia, I was trying to be gentler. Unlike my friends, he needs to be more emotional, having someone there for her, giving her the loving kind of attention that she craved and showing her that needing support and help didn't make her weak.
“What are you trying to do? Make her fall deeper into sleep or wake her up?” Marshall's whisper made my eyes snap up to his, my hand once again withdrawing from her and I hadn't even noticed I had been caressing her cheek again.
He was giving me an amused smirk, a laughter hiding behind his smile and the shithead thought it was funny how awkward I was with her.
“Wake her you, will you? I will go find something for her to wear.”
Her clothes were strewn on the floor and I would be damned if she wore something that had been on the ground, no matter how clean the floors might be. He stroked her back tenderly, making her release a soft sigh.
“She is tired,” he whispered.
“Shouldn't we just let her sleep?” I shook my head.
“No, she can get back to bed after she has eaten. She won't gain any energy by forgoing food.”
“Yes, you are right.” He nodded and I left him to it, feeling slightly annoyed at myself for not being able to do something as simple as waking her up when I knew I was being watched.
Holding her hand in front of them or offering her support while they were present was somehow different from this. Waking her up was intimately domestic and I didn't need eyes on me while my heart beat a little too quickly as her unguarded eyes settled on mine. In the background, I could hear Marshall's tries to wake her up and I scoffed at how softly he spoke to her, ignoring the fact that I would have probably done the same. In her world, we were simply simpering fools for her. Like in all of our houses, we had a closet full of clothes set up just for us. It was the dominant in us that wanted to make sure our submissive never went without anything and it still applied now, even if she might not have been our submissive anymore.
With how tired she was, I walked right past the denim jeans and straight to the section filled with comfortable clothing. There was a sense of contentment as I searched for something she could wear. This part, taking care of her needs in a way that didn't involve aftercare was something I had missed. It wasn't just about laying out clothes, so she didn't need to waste energy getting them herself, but feeding her to boost her energy, running her a bath if she grew cold, buying her chocolate for her period carving. It was all of the things that could be done in the background that I enjoyed. My actions weren't meant to bring attention to them but to be a silent sort of support that was without ulterior motives, only as a way to make her feel comfortable.