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She blinked at him again. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I’ve known couples where the dom only provides discipline; others were friends with benefits, with the benefits ranging from sex only to discipline only, and just about anything in between. In others, they were a committed couple with one dominant and the other submissive. For the record, I prefer that last one but will settle for the first. I don’t think I’m capable of the second.”

“Let me guess, you’d be the dominant?” she asked teasingly.

He chuckled. “Damn straight. I don’t think either of us is capable of the other’s role, but how we progress is up to you.”

Thom didn’t realize he was holding his breath until Avery loosened one of his hands from around her waist. Parting her legs, she slipped it down into the shadow between her thighs.

The heat of her beckoned to his fingers. “Are you sure?” he asked.

She nodded, her breath hitching as she said, “Daddy’s little girl would very much like a demonstration of Daddy’s more pleasurable forms of stress relief.” Her cheeks flushed as she quickly looked away from him, admitting, “Just once, I want you to touch me when it isn’t a fantasy.”

Oh, now that was good to know. Thom almost chuckled again, but then his fingers found her engorged clit and every thought he had abruptly centered on the silky feel of all that wetness as he circled the tender bud, rolling it between finger and thumb until she grabbed both his shoulder and knee and moaned. He’d never heard a more seductive sound, not just in the sexual sense, but in the way it pulled him in and captivated him. He’d never wanted a woman more, either. His cock had done nothing but strain against his fly since he’d pulled into her driveway. Certainly, it had never longed to pleasure anyone as intensely as it was now, wanting Avery in deep pulses that radiated from his balls to his rock-hard shaft.

“Is that so?” he asked, his voice dropping several registers, clearly indicating the depths of his own arousal.

Winding an arm around his neck, Avery alternated between rubbing her needy breasts against his chest and touching them herself. That she hadn’t had a decent dom in her life was obvious in the way she waffled between not knowing what to do and wanting to take care of her need herself. Her last dom was to blame for that. Dom? Ha. That rat bastard who had abused herwas the worst kind of wannabe, not even deserving of the title ‘dom,’ but his little girl would never fear being treated in that way again.

He shut that thought out, fixing his attention solely on Avery instead. Everyone started somewhere. He had no problem showing her what a true daddy was—protector, cheerleader, confidant, mentor, anchor, disciplinarian, and lover. His was a strong and healthy libido, one he was sure she’d find far more to her liking than either spanking or bullfighting, and God knows, he’d often wondered what she would look like lying naked beneath him. Finally, he was going to get to scratch that itch.

She plucked at her own nipple again. He understood her need. They were tightly budded; the peaks of them easily seen and felt through both their shirts and her bra. But as much as he wanted to rip all layers of clothes out from between his skin and hers, he needed to establish his dominance and control of their relationship. For her sake as much as his, he wanted her to know he could and would take command whenever and wherever she needed him to.

“No.” He caught her wrist when that errant hand crept up to give her nipple another tweaking pinch. Between her tensing thighs, he gave his own not-so-gentle disciplinary pinch instead, hard enough to make her catch her breath. “If Daddy doesn’t give permission, you don’t get to do that. Hands behind your back. Keep them there until I tell you differently.”

Her mouth parted, but she obeyed without protest. Rewarding that obedience, he stroked her from clit to slit until she was all but writhing in his embrace. Not from pain this time, but from the pleasure his touch caressed from her weeping, clenching, beautifully responsive pussy. No doubt in his mind, his Avery was a hedonistic kitten and she wanted someone to make her purr. He stroked her, flicked her, slid two fingers up into her wet heat until she threw her head back with a shrillgasp. Her breathing turned shallow and thready. She spread her thighs that much wider, allowing him easier access and rocking her hips as he began to plunge his fingers in and out, increasing both the speed and pressure he found her G-spot. He stroked it, pressing his thumb hard against her pleasure nub, and she stiffened with a shuddering cry. Her pussy clamped on his fingers as she climaxed. He continued to stroke, loving every milking twitch until her shaking stopped and he withdrew his hand.

“Thom,” she whined, her hips still rocking.

“I see my baby girl likes to have her princess parts stroked.”

She shivered, her nipples still peaked and obviously still needy if the way in which she was arching to stroke them within her own bra and shirt were any indication. “Very much,” she said. Opening her eyes, she looked at him. “She’d happily suck Daddy’s cock… if he wanted her to. But what she really likes is when Daddy fucks her.”

Thom could feel the aforementioned appendage further engorging, if such a thing was even possible. He’d been so hard for so long, he didn’t think he could handle much more. “Do you understand that you, all of you belongs to Daddy from now on? That means all of your pleasure parts…”

She stilled. “D-do you mean anal? I’ve never really enjoyed anal…”

“That’s because you’ve never had Daddy fuck your ass the way he likes to do it. I’ll be gentle and I will happily teach you how to enjoy it. But it’s Daddy’s decision what hole he wants to fuck and it’s his kitten’s responsibility to provide that pleasure to him. Understand?”

“But you won’t hurt me?” she asked softly.

“I can’t say it will always be painless, but it’ll never, ever be like it was in the past. And I don’t share, Avery, not even with you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t get to play with yourself unless I give you permission and it would only be in extreme circumstances that I would do that.”

“So, what am I supposed to do if you have to go away? Is using the shower massage the same as touching?”

“I don’t know, do you think welting is the same as a spanking?” he asked, arching his eyebrow at her.

“Right. That’s a no go on the shower massage.”

Thom laughed. “Don’t you worry, princess, Daddy has a high sex drive and you’re the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.”

“That’s good because your kitten likes to fuck like an alley cat, thinks her new daddy is the cat’s meow, and has for some time.”

Thom groaned. “Don’t tell me that! God, I hate to think how much time we wasted.”

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