Take Me Daddy: Unholy Devotion

Call Me Daddy

Melissa's POV

I threw my phone on the bed, a little frustrated that I couldn’t talk to Sebastian. The silence that followed felt louder than anything, like the room itself was reminding me that he wasn’t here. It has been days now and I still haven’t felt his touch. That alone was enough to make something inside me ache in a way I couldn’t explain.

I really missed it.

I missed seeing him again, not just casually, but the kind of seeing where his eyes would find mine and stay there for a moment longer than necessary. I missed how he made me feel without even trying, how everything around me would fade the moment he was close. His smile… God, his smile. The way it came slowly, like he was holding something back, like he knew the effect it had on me and still chose to let it happen.

I missed everything.

Even the little things I used to ignore. The way his presence filled a room without being loud. The quiet comfort of knowing he was around, even if we were not speaking. The way my body seemed to recognize him before my mind did. It scared me sometimes, how much of an effect he had on me without even touching me.

I let out a slow breath and sat down on the edge of the bed, my fingers gripping the sheets absentmindedly.

I really don’t know how I could cope with the remaining days without him.

That thought sat heavy in my chest, heavier than I wanted to admit. Because it wasn’t just about missing someone. It felt deeper than that. It felt like I was slowly losing my balance without him around to steady something in me I didn’t even understand yet.

In as much as he’s not mine completely, I know that. I have always known that. But still… seeing him, knowing he is around, feeling that quiet assurance that he exists somewhere close to me, that changes everything.

It makes it easier to breathe.

It makes the days softer.

It makes me feel less alone in ways I cannot even explain properly.

His presence makes a difference. A real difference. Not something I can brush off or pretend doesn’t matter. And no matter how much I try to reason with myself, no matter how many times I remind myself of what is right and what is not…

That feeling does not go away.

If anything, it only grows stronger in his absence.

I missed the way he looks at me as though he will eat me raw right there. I missed the way he whispered "call me Daddy" while he tortured my p***y in an unforgettable manner. I miss the way his strong hand spank my ass hard and bends me over for doggy style and make me hit orgasm uncountable times while I scream "harder Daddy."

I miss the way his fingers caress my p***y in a tender manner like it's some fragile object. Then he slips one of his hands inside and brings it out then orders me to suck it clean. I miss the way I drip wet as I suck his thump like my life depends on it. While he slips his other thumb into my p***y and I ride it with my come pouring all over his clothes.

I miss the way he fumbles my breast then slowly slips one n****e into his mouth while he maintains eye contact with me. I miss the way he sucked my p***y like his eating his last meal and won't let any drop remain. I miss the way he praises my p***y which makes me come undone inside his mouth.

I miss the way he orders me to go down on my knees and pleasure his large d**k. I love the way his hands hold my hair firmly as I jack his d**k into my throat.

I was dripping so wet as the imagination of what Sebastian does to me floods my head. I stood up and walked to my cupboard and took my dildo. It's large, just like his d**k but f**k nothing compares his. I lay down back on my bed and slipped the dildo into my wet p***y.

"f**k me daddy"...