Pushing open the dressing room door, I smiled as I saw him sitting on the sofa by the congratulations cards and flowers piled on my dressing table. “Fifty shows,” he said, getting to his feet. “How does it feel?”
“It feels like you chose a hell of a night to make me do this,” I said, shivering slightly.
He grinned. “You could have said no.”
“Where would the fun have been in that?” I asked, reaching up under my skirt and sliding down my knickers. “I need you in me.”
“Let me see,” he said, looking down as I lifted my skirt. I spun slowly round, revealing the plug buried in my ass. “Do you have any idea how distracting that is when I’m supposed to be acting?”
“I have some idea from how red your cheeks are.”
I pretended to be cross but he didn’t fall for it, taking me in his arms and kissing me. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” he said, reaching down and pressing his fingers against the plug. “I’m impressed you kept it in.”
“You told me to.”
“I did. Now I’m telling you to strip.”
“What if someone comes in?”
He shrugged. “They’ll see me fucking you.”
I took my costume off quickly, seeing the hunger growing in his eyes as he saw my body coming into view. “Bend over the dressing table,” he said, pointing to one side.
I did as he asked, seeing him stand behind me in the mirror. He played with the plug as I watched him, the feel of it heavy inside me. It had been in there all night and it had made my performance more difficult than any previous night.
Fifty performances. Still the audiences kept coming. The theatre wasn’t just safe. We’d made enough profits already for the roof to be redone and for new seating to be installed. That was on top of the grant. All thanks to one play and one man, the man who was sliding into me at that very moment. I was never going to get used to the size of him, his cock filling me completely as he took my hips in his hands, pulling me back onto him, his eyes fixed on my ass. He looked incredible. It was hard to picture life without him. My heart ached when I was away from him.
Every night he watched the show, adamant that he needed to know I was safe. Each time he saw me stand up, he seemed relieved, the trauma running deep inside him. His anxiety had eased over time though, evidenced by his demand tonight that I wear the plug during my performance. “Anything to please my Daddy,” I’d told him and I’d meant it.
His cock slid from me and I growled with frustration. A second later it was in me again, slamming into me until I could barely breathe. He slid out again and this time he spun me round and kissed me, the two of us stumbling down onto the sofa. He pushed his cock into my pussy once more, his chest against mine as he ground himself into me. I clawed at his back, yearning for that familiar feeling of his cum inside me. I wanted it. I needed it. It was the greatest feeling I knew, my body bringing him to the peak of pleasure, same as he did to me. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I muttered, kissing him again and again.
His finger found my clit, stroking it in the way I loved most. In minutes I was on the verge of an orgasm and when I came, I couldn’t resist crying out. His mouth pressed against mine, silencing me as he continued to thrust, bringing himself to climax less than a minute later. We lay together on the sofa, his arms wrapped around me, my hand on his chest. “Do you know something?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
“What’s that, Daddy?”
“I love you, my little princess.”
“You…you do?”
He nodded.
“I love you too,” I replied, planting countless kisses on him.
I was still grinning when we left the theatre half an hour later, taking the back exit to avoid the press. It had been a week since they’d found out about me and Darren and they still kept asking me about it, hoping I’d give them something they could use. As far as I was concerned he was in the past. All I cared about was my future. And it was looking brighter than it ever had done before.
I had my Daddy and my acting, what more could anyone want? What indeed, I thought, stroking my stomach and wondering when to tell him I was late. Would he be angry? It wasn’t something we’d ever talked about but the more the days passed, the less doubt there could be. I had thought about taking a test but something about it would seem so definite.
For now, I would wait, hold onto this quiet moment with the love of my life before I found out one way or another. Whatever the answer was, I got the feeling everything would change. After all, so much had already changed since I’d indulged in one night with no rules.