May Exclusive - "Hum" - Part 4

He wakes up in the darkness and feels a dull confusion. Where is he? When is he? And then, helped by the whirring drone of the hotel room’s A/C, he remembers.

And he hears a voice.

Groggy, he lifts his head. It’s Bella who’s talking. He reaches for her, but she has left the bed. All he finds is the earbuds left on her pillow.

He lays his head back down, listening for the disembodied voice. Laughter, and then the bathroom door opens.

Charlie watches Bella approach in the murky light.

“Who you talking to?”

Bella climbs onto the bed and then onto Charlie, straddling him. She drops the phone onto the comforter.

“Bella? Who…” Charlie trails off. He swallows as he feels Bella’s hands between his legs. “Christ,” he whispers.

“It’s okay,” says Bella in a voice that is both calm and sing-song sweet at the same time. “I know what to do.”

Charlie’s mouth goes dry as his penis responds with enthusiasm. “What are you…” And as his eyes adjust to the dim light, he has another question. “Why are you wearing your old dress?”

Old, meaning from this morning. Meaning, pink with the white collar and the embroidered flowers. The one that matches the shiny bow that’s back in Bella’s hair.

He doesn’t have to locate the Squishmallow. The closet door is open, an empty space inside.

“Daddy’s so smart,” Bella says proudly. “Daddy made me memorize his phone number. Just in case I got lost. Or just in case someone took me.” She giggles. “Someone naughty, like you.”

Charlie shakes his head. But in his groggy, aroused state, he doesn’t think to push her hands away. He is gradually understanding that he should be afraid, but his erection is sending a whole different signal.

“You took…oh, you took out your buds. You should’ve…oh!”

“You’re all excited,” says Bella sweetly, indulgently, as if he’s the child and she’s the grown-up. She lowers her head, kisses Charlie’s mouth, tickling his face with her hair. “Such a big boy,” she says, but the look on her face suggests she believes that Charlie is anything but.

“Bella, please- “

She lifts her hips, shifts position, and he is inside of her. Because she is wet, she is more than ready. And so is Charlie.

“Fuck,” Charlie whispers hoarsely.

“Much better,” says Bella gently. And she starts to ride him, gently but surely.

“God,” says Charlie. It’s been far too long. The slick, tight movement is delicious, it is surely going to sweep him away in mere seconds. He curls his fingers around the bedsheets. “Bella, please…God…. why’d you take out the buds?”

Bella smiles down at him. “I guess they fell out! I was dreaming and then I woke up and I remembered anyway Daddy says that’s not good music for good little girls.” She starts to hum a melody that is the furthest thing from Evanescence.

She tilts her head and wags a finger. “Daddy says you’ve been naughty. But that’s okay, because he’s coming to get us, take us both back home.” She beams. “You’re gonna like it so much, Charlie. Daddy’s so smart, he takes care of everything.”

Charlie screws his eyes tight, as if that will stop the sensations between his legs. He whispers, “Please, Bella, you gotta…we gotta stop, we gotta- “

Bella takes Charlie’s hands and plants them on her chest. Charlie feels her warm, firm breasts through the pink dress, and he feels his ability to resist, his very words, fade away.

“It’s okay, Charlie, that Daddy told her just what to do, and soon it will be on him as well,

And he is able to tell himself that it will still be okay. That after this, after he has the biggest orgasm of his life, he will force the earbuds back into Bella’s ears, and they will run, find another hotel. They will keep on running for as long as it takes.

So, it’s okay to let go, it’s okay to come, and Charlie cries out in ecstasy, and Bella giggles sweetly, and Charlie rides the waves of pleasure, and he blacks out to the sight of Bella’s smile and soothing voice.

He wakes up in the back of a car. His car?

The Silver…silver car. Not Charlie’s car. Charlie doesn’t drive, only for pretend. He smiles at the idea. Bella is sitting beside him, wearing her pretty dress and pretty hairbow.

She pats his leg, and then looks to the drive. “Charlie woke up, Daddy.”

“Good,” says the man. He has a deep voice, and when Charlie looks towards the rear-view mirror, he can see the man’s deep blue eyes. They are piercing. They leave Charlie feeling silly and shy.

“Soon be home,” says the man. He’s driving because he’s the grown-up. He tells Bella and Charlie all the things that will happen when they get him.

Charlie’s still wearing his swim trunks, but they won’t swim at home. Instead, the man will dress Charlie up so he’s just as cute as Bella. When the man asks if Charlie is ready to a good boy, Charlie nods.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Because of course he is. Because he loves his daddy.

“Good boy,” says the man.

Charlie looks at Bella, and he’s so happy, because now he understands everything, which in the end, isn’t very much at all, but it’s more than enough.

And then they go home.

THE END

A man finally finds his regressed girlfriend and plays their song to jog her memory, but her new "daddy" catches him - Dean

Author's note: So, I was torn this month between writing this as a physical or mental tale. It was the quote-marks around "Daddy" that decided it. Either way, the biggest challenge I found was how Charlie was going to find his girlfriend. Was 'finally' weeks, years? But Dean's idea is such a good one, and once I'd decided on the location, the rest of this tale came quickly.  - Sebtomato