A/N: I wanna li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes. And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo'. Then I wanna -- ah, ah! -- you make it so good I don't wanna leave...

This will never stop being one of my favorite songs. It's also my way of telling you this chapter is a lil smutty. 

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"Daniel!" I moan his name into the sheets, my body a warm fog, numb to everything but the feeling of him stroking inside me.

He has me face-down on his silky sheets, happily pumping away behind me, stroking himself roughly against my g-spot. His hips slap hard against my ass with his thrusts, sending teasing shocks of pain through me that makes my pleasure more intense.

He grips my ass tight in a hand. It disappears and returns with a hard spank. "Fuck," I wail as he continues his perfectly paced assault. He squeezes my sore cheek and then leans back onto his hands to change his angle. His hips smack against my ass over and over, and I am lost in it all. "Oh my God, yes, Daniel, yes!" When he leans down, his teeth graze against the skin on my back, my shoulder blade. I moan when I tense around him. He hums against my shoulder in response.

"Come on," he whispers into my ear. "Let go."

I grip the sheets hard as I get closer, the pleasure deep as I teeter on the edge of my release. Suddenly, I feel his teeth dig hard into the skin at the nape of my neck. I tense around him in reaction to the pain and it sends me over the edge. 

I come hard, moaning and shuddering as much as I can in my pinned position. He continues to move inside me, never slowing as I ride the waves of pleasure that crash over me each time he thrusts. After a few delicious moments, he releases within me without a sound. I lose myself in the feeling of his warmth filling me.

As he withdraws from me and falls to his back, my head spins as I start to come down. What the fuck did he just do to me? What the fuck did I just let him do?

It's unusual to have instant physical chemistry with someone. My desire to be in control is usually my only guarantee that I will get off when I'm with a man. But Daniel ... Goddammit, he knows what he's doing so well, I turn into putty, eagerly waiting for him to mold me into whatever damsel bullshit he wants me to be.

For the past two weeks, all I've done is study, go to class, and fuck him. In fact, the only time I ever go home is when I need a new birth control patch or Daniel is on call. There's no time for anything else, no time for any other thoughts to creep in. Except in moments like this.

"I'm sorry about your mother," he says.

A sigh of frustration escapes me. Mentioning the name of the facility seemed better than explaining why I had skipped my monthly visit today. I got him to fuck me so he wouldn't talk about it, but the only time he likes to talk is after sex. I'm such a dumbass.

"The Stone Center is one of the best in the area. It is very selfless of you to provide for her like you do." I sneer in response but drop it when he rolls towards me. "I know you don't want to talk about her ..." he starts to say. He pauses to run his fingers through my hair. "I'll stop if you'd like."

I roll to my back, giving my lungs a bit more space. "It's fine," I sigh, wanting the conversation to be over.

"I wish you would let me do more to help."

"You are helping. Really."

"Well ... if you won't allow me to see her records ..." he guilts. "Would you allow me to increase my payments to Cruz?"

I roll towards him. "No, Daniel. That is not your responsibility. You already help me more than you should."

His eyes trace my expression. "Then how about this," he starts. "You can stay here with me. That will allow you to get rid of your apartment and some other bills, and you can put that money towards her care."

I stare at him in shock. "You ... want me to move in with you?"

His fingers trace down my jawline as he simply says, "Yes."

What? "Why?"

"I like to take care of you, and I like having you around. I find you ... enthralling." He leans closer and brushes his lips lightly over mine. "I'd have even more of you if you were here waiting for me every night."

I'm speechless, unable to do anything but stare. He continues to stroke his fingers through my hair as my silence extends to a near awkward length. "I ... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything right now. If you don't want to." The tone of his voice is so calm, quiet, and as soft as his touch. He just hurt me -- pleasurably, but it was still pain. And now he is as kind as an angel. I find it confusing.

My body relaxes so much under his touch. The way he coaxes my body to react so calmly to his ... It ruins me every time, turns me into someone I barely recognize. He makes me feel things. But maybe that's better than the shell of a person I have been the past few years.

The fucking shrink is a bitch, but she's right about some things. I thought I didn't like hurting -- the pain from my memories, from Z's absence, from the grieving I know I will have to relive soon. I push it all away, leaving me a hollow shell until the emptiness starts to hurt so much, I fill myself with the only feelings I can stand. I get that those are hollow too, but I don't know how to be different.

I am so not telling her that tomorrow.

I turn my head and look at Daniel. His eyes move to mine. He holds my gaze as our comfortable silence lingers. Something about him is hollow, too. Something about that makes me feel safe around him.

"Do I make you happy?" The words leave my mouth before my brain knows what I'm saying.

"Yes," he says.

"Why?"

"Because you're everything I want and nothing I don't." Is it really that simple? He pulls me closer and kisses me slowly. I drift under his touch once more. His lips leave mine and I sigh. "Take a while to think about it. You can give me an answer when I get back from the conference."

He'll be gone for ten days. I didn't think I was ready to have a break from him before, but now that he's added this little complication ... Maybe I need it. "Okay," I agree. The nervous pounding of my heart is hard to ignore.

He lets me go, sits up with a groan, and reaches over to grab his phone. I sit up and reach for my mine, too. Though I have no new messages, I look back at the last conversation I had.

Me: How r u doing?

Remy: I ms goood

My anxiety sets back in. Remy hasn't been okay since the clusterfuck of a family dinner. He's been stewing in his guilt. Today makes it so much worse. I sigh and start to look through the sheets for my discarded clothes.

"You're leaving?" Daniel asks.

"Yes," I say, slipping my shirt back over my head. "I told you I have to be somewhere with my brother in the morning."

"I thought you would be able to a little longer. I don't fly out for another four hours."

Dammit. Why does everything have to be today? I sigh again and regretfully say, "I would love to stay, but I really have to go." I look over my shoulder and give him a little pout. "I wouldn't be leaving if it wasn't really important. I promise."

He frowns but says nothing. I get up on my knees to shuffle through the blankets in search of my panties. I find them and lean forward to grab them. As I lean back, Daniel's arm wraps around my waist. 

Then his hand wraps around my throat.

It lingers softly, but it's still enough to make my heart race with fear. "Please don't do that," I whimper.

"Stay," he whispers in my ear. His breath ruffles the hair at the edge of my face, tickling me as his fingertips trace down from my neck to my chest. As the fear subsides, my body warms. He runs his hand from my breast, down to my stomach, the other hand sliding between my legs. "Stay," he whispers again, his fingers massaging my swollen folds.

A moan escapes me before I can stop it. "No, Daniel. I really have to go." I try to move away from him but he only pulls me closer. I feel his erection against my ass.

"I don't like it when you tell me no." He pushes me forward and I catch myself on my hands. His hands grab my hips, tilting them towards him. I feel his cock start to rub against my opening, but he doesn't make a move to push into me. "Do you like saying no to me?"

I shiver with excitement. I know I need to be there for Remy, but part of me wants to keep ignoring it all. Most of me wants to ignore it all. "No."

"No, what?" he prompts me.

I sneer, knowing what he wants, but also knowing I'm more than willing to give it to him. "No, Daddy."

"Good girl," he growls and then pushes his way inside me.

I arch with the feeling of him against my overly sensitive walls. I grind my hips back against him, but he presses my upper body down onto the mattress, keeping my hips in the air against his so he can take me the way he wants. He starts to move and my pussy quivers with delight. I'll call him whatever fucked up bullshit he wants if he keeps fucking me like this.

He thrusts into me hard and fast, his hips slapping against me as I moan like an idiot. "You like that?"

"Yes."

"Tell me who else fucks you like this."

He keeps slamming his hips against me, fucking my brains out while he presses my face into the sheets, yet still expects me to talk. "No one."

"Only me," he says, not asks.

"Only ..." I groan and grip the sheets. My pussy clenches around him, only making it worse. "Only you!"

I feel his warmth inside me again as he silently fills me. He pushes himself deep and stills, his cock twitching deep inside. I groan with the feeling, though I'm left on the edge. I get a sense that's exactly where he wants me.

All too soon, he withdraws, leaving me aching and frustrated. He sits back onto the bed, leaving me to clean myself up. I take care of the mess while all he does is watch. The condescending little grin at the corner of his mouth makes the humiliation worse. It deepens the ache.

I get dressed quickly, knowing I need to leave before he convinces me to stay. I climb off the bed but stop dead in my tracks.

"I'll miss you," I say without thinking. I look back to him for approval.

His blue eyes find mine. His grin twitches up further for just a split second. "I'll miss you too." He gestures me to come closer and I do. He pulls me into a kiss so perfect I nearly whimper when it ends. "Be good, baby," he says against my lips. "I'll see you when I get home."

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