Chapter 44: Did He Just Call Me Baby?

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Did He Just Call Me Baby?

~Reynold’s POV~

Frederick seized my waist with both hands, anchoring me hard beneath him as he shifted from steady strokes into something savage. He hammered into me over and over, deep, fast, relentless, until I could feel his heavy balls slap against me with every thrust.

"Fuck, Reynold... you’re taking every inch of this cock like a good boy," Frederick panted, his sweat-slicked muscles straining as he drove into me harder, faster, completely ignoring any semblance of gentleness. "Look at you—so wet, so tight, taking daddy’s cock like an absolute whore."

"I am, I am your whore, Daddy! Pound me, fuck me harder, don’t hold back, make me scream!" I wailed, fingernails digging deep into his broad shoulders and leaving red crescents across his back as I threw my hole up to meet every single slam, chasing the blinding edge.

Frederick suddenly pulled out of me. The sudden emptiness made me cry out.

"Fuck, Daddy—" I gasped, chasing after him with a whimper. "Why?"

He only smiled, that dark, satisfied curve of his mouth, and sat at the edge of the bed. "Come here and..."

Before the words fully left his mouth I was already climbing into his lap, straddling him. He guided his thick cock to my stretched, dripping entrance and slowly sank me down onto him.

"Ah... fuck, Daddy..." I groaned, my head falling back.

He filled me completely again, hands settling on my waist. "Ride me. Grind on it."

I obeyed, rolling my hips in tight, desperate circles while he thrust up to meet me. The new angle was devastating, his cock felt like it was rearranging my insides, pressing so deep I could barely breathe. Every time he jerked my waist down he nailed my prostate dead-on. My toes curled hard against the backs of his thighs.

"Daddy, I’m going to cum—" I sobbed, my vision blurring at the edges.

"Yes, cum for Daddy, little pet," Frederick rasped, his pace turning frantic.

Huh, huh... "Please go harder, fuck deeper—!"

Slap, slap, slop!

"I can’t take it, I’m cumming!" I screamed.

With one last desperate bounce of my hips, I came hard without touching or stroking myself, my cock jerking as I spilled across his stomach while he kept pounding into me without mercy.

Before I could even catch my breath he stood, still buried inside me, and carried me to the table in the suite. He set me down on the edge, pushed me back so I had to brace my hands behind me, then lifted my legs, spread them wide, and slammed home again with renewed fury.

"Fuck, yes, Daddy, please, more... ah, ah!" I moaned, throwing my head back as he battered my walls.

"I want to hear you louder, Reynold," Frederick growled.

"Please fuck me harder, make me cum again, don’t you stop, Daddy!" I screamed louder, completely unbothered by who might hear outside.

Frederick moved faster, driving deeper, his heavy balls slapping against my thighs in a relentless, deafening rhythm. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a fierce, crushing kiss as he pounded deeper inside me, our breaths mingling.

"Fuck, Daddy... you’re going to be the end of me," I cried against his mouth.

"Take Daddy’s cock, take it all!" he panted.

He lifted my legs and rested my feet flat on the edge of the table. One heavy hand locked around my waist, holding me firmly in place, while the other wrapped around the base of my still-sensitive cock and began stroking fast and tight.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, fucking my hole and stroking my cock at the same time, yes, Daddy, fuck harder, please!" I shrieked, my body convulsing.

The double stimulation was devastating. His fist milked me while his thick cock hammered my prostate without pause.

"Fuck, Daddy, I’m going to cum again... ha, fuck, fuck, yes...just like that..."

He thrust even deeper. I clung to his shoulders as the orgasm crashed over me.

My eyes rolled back and I came a third time, screaming his name as wave after wave of blinding pleasure ripped through me, hot cum spraying across the table.

The tight, rhythmic clench of my hole dragged him right to the edge. Frederick pounded harder, chasing his own release.

"Reynold... fuck, you’re so tight, I’m going to fill you up. Should I cum inside you?"

"Yes, Daddy... cum inside me, fill your little pet up!" I sobbed, bucking my hips to meet him.

"I’m about to cum... little pet—"

He pinned my waist flat against the wood and drove into me with violent, animalistic speed. One hand locked around the back of my neck, pulling me down as he hungrily sucked and bit at my throat and neck, leaving a cluster of deep, visible hickeys.

"Fuck, I’m cumming!" he roared.

He buried himself to the hilt, twisting his hips as he flooded me—thick, heavy ropes of hot cum pumping deep inside. He kept thrusting through it, short and possessive, groaning darkly against my skin.

"Yeah... fuck, baby... you’re so fucking sweet..."

When the last pulse faded he stayed buried inside me, chest heaving against mine. He looked down and brushed the sweat-damp hair from my forehead.

The word echoed in my dizzy head.

Baby.

Did Frederick just call me baby, or did I mishear him? A wave of confusion washed over me. Maybe he’d just gotten carried away. Maybe the sex had been good enough that the endearment had slipped out by accident.

While I was still turning it over, he gently raised my chin until our eyes met. He kissed me long and slow, then wrapped his arms around me in a tight, possessive hug, still resting deep inside me.

He murmured against my skin, "Are you okay, little pet?"

I nodded against his shoulder, breathless. "Yes."

"Do you care for anything?"

"I’m starving," I mumbled, a shy smile touching my lips. "I need a lot of food."

Frederick chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest. "Alright."

He finally pulled back, looking deeply into my eyes. "Did you enjoy the sex?"

I nodded shyly, my cheeks burning. "Yes."

He kissed the tip of my nose, then slowly slid out of me, the sudden emptiness making me shiver.

He turned away. I hesitated, then slowly found my voice. "What about you? Did you enjoy it? Did I... do better this time?"

Frederick turned his head and looked back at me, studying me with a dark, amused glint in his eyes.

I immediately felt shy under his gaze and lowered my eyes, unsure where to look as he continued staring at me.

Finally, he spoke. "You always do well, little pet... but I can definitely see that you’ve improved."

I smiled proudly, sitting comfortably on the edge of the table. "I learned it."

His eyes immediately darkened, and a dangerous edge crept into his voice. "Learned it from where? From who?"

I panicked slightly and quickly waved my hands. "I learned it by watching porn! No one else touched me, I swear!"

He stared at me for a moment, his expression hardening before it finally softened.

"Don’t say it like that next time."

"Okay," I whispered, relieved.

Frederick stepped away from the table and headed over to the armchair where his suit jacket was resting. He picked up his phone, unlocked the screen, and opened a food delivery app before returning to me and handing me the phone.

"Order whatever you want."

I looked up at him as I took the phone. "I’m going to order a lot of food."

"Go ahead," he murmured, walking back to sit at the edge of the bed as he watched me.

I started adding dishes to the cart, choosing enough food for both of us. Once I had everything I wanted, I looked over the order and smiled. Just as I was about to hand the phone back to him so he could make the payment, an incoming call suddenly appeared on the screen.

Eva.

I froze.

A cold knot tightened in my stomach as I stared at the name glowing on the screen. I swallowed hard before slowly handing the phone back to Frederick.

He took it, his thumb swiping across the screen to reject the call before it could finish ringing. His expression immediately hardened, a cold flash of anger crossing his eyes. He clearly had no desire to speak to whoever was calling. Without another glance at the phone, he finished paying for the food, tossed it onto the bed, and looked at me.

"Come on. Let’s shower," he said smoothly, holding out his hand. "The food should be here soon."

He hadn’t answered. He hadn’t even hesitated. That quiet dismissal loosened the knot in my chest. I slipped my hand into his and let him lead me into the spacious marble bathroom.

We stepped under the warm spray together. Once the sweat and mess had been rinsed away, Frederick turned me so my back pressed against his chest. He gently lifted my hip and slid a slick, soapy finger inside me, carefully helping flush out the last of his release.

"Anytime we have sex and I cum inside you," he murmured near my ear, voice low and even, "you should bend over and use a finger to clean yourself out."

I leaned back against him, cheeks warming. "Okay."

"You don’t have to worry. I’ll usually take care of it for you," he added, thumb rubbing soothingly over my hip. "But if you ever shower alone, don’t just wash your body. Clean inside too, okay?"

"Okay," I nodded again.

Once he was satisfied I was thoroughly cleaned out, we finished rinsing. Frederick stepped out first, grabbed a large plush towel, and wrapped it around me. He dried my skin with careful attention, tousled my damp hair, then dried himself off.

We walked back into the bedroom and started dressing.

Just as Frederick finished buttoning his crisp shirt, his phone buzzed against the mattress.

"That must be your food," he said, glancing at the screen. "That was fast."

He picked it up, but the moment he answered I could tell by his tone it wasn’t the delivery driver. I couldn’t hear the other person, only watched as his brow furrowed slightly.

"What?" A flicker of surprise crossed his face. "Lily is here?"

He listened for a second, then gave a short nod. "Alright. Let her come inside."

He ended the call and set the phone on the bed.

Frederick looked at me, completely calm. "Lily is here."

I blinked, tilting my head. "Who is Lily?"

He looked right into my eyes and answered, "My daughter."

My head snapped up, my eyes going wide as the words registered in my brain. Your daughter?

"Wait..." I stammered, my voice cracking slightly. "You have a daughter?"