Daddy ♡ --- Post Malone Smut, BDSM

I Love You Baby Girl

Warning!! This chapter contains BDSM discipline.

Chapter contains consensual but rough sexual play and extreme BDSM, sexual and physical violence, possible uncomfortable situations, possible trigger warning for some parts and swearing.

Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above.

--- Ashe's Point of View ---

I was so relieved that I did not fight back when he pulled back and put his hands on either side of my face. With a sigh he leaned forward and kissed me. It took me a moment to kiss him back. I did not let myself linger, but I thought he deserved a kiss for saving me.

When I let my mind think things over, I pulled back with a gasp.

"You were the one that called him." I accused, he had the good sense to look down, guilt evident in his face.

I pushed back from him a little bit, I knew pain was etched on my face.

"You told Austin this baby was yours? How could you? It's his..." I cried shaking, he grabbed my shoulder in a tight grip as I placed a hand on my stomach, our baby again was fluttering - feeling my anger and anxiety.

"Calm down...yes...it's true I did say that. I am so sorry, I've been an idiot and heartbroken - I don't like him, I never have, and I am so sorry that he abandoned you up here alone - I can't fucking believe that. I'm so sorry, I should have come sooner." He sobbed... I looked up, his brown eyes were sad and tears were falling down his face. My heart ached at the genuine worry and hurt in his eyes.

Austin hadn't showed any caring in his eyes when he whipped me and didn't even ask if what he said was true.

"Can you get me out of here?" I questioned, scared for some reason that he would leave me as well. He stepped back, brushing away the few tears he had with the back of his hand.

"Yes, however I hate driving in the dark. I have food, we will go first thing tomorrow morning, we are going right to the University of Utah Hospital..." He turned to start leaving.

"Why the hospital?" You questioned, following him outside as he unpacked a few things, taking out a small cooler.

"I want to make sure that you...both of you are alright...it's been five days, and you never know..." My heart melted a little at the worry and care. I knew that I was somehow safe now. He unpacked some food, I had eaten but it wasn't that much and I was starving.

"Did he hurt you?" He asked softly, I looked down shyly and nodded. "I don't want to talk about it, it wasn't that bad." I muttered; I could tell that he wanted to know more but he didn't push it, he knew me well enough to leave it alone.

He smiled at me reassuringly, as always, I was shocked at how much he looked like Kit Harrington. "Get some rest please, I'll feed us and then we can sleep and leave first thing tomorrow after breakfast...are you alright with me sleeping next to you?" He asked shyly.

Honestly, he had come up and saved me and was going to feed me - I was cold and scared and I needed human contact, I nodded as I laid down on the bed, watching him cook two large steaks and mixed veggies, it smelled wonderful. He set the food down on the table and I got up and sat by him, I ate it so fast that he was worried. My child was as hungry as I was and I felt the flutter in my stomach.

"You were starving huh?" He tried teasing but I could tell that he was actually quite horrified at the idea of me being hungry in my condition.

"Yes, thank you..." We ate in silence and I was conflicted about all the feelings I had. When we were both finished he cleaned up and I stumbled over to the oven and put some wood in to warm us tonight.