Page 57 of Until Daddy

“Lift your legs up, onto my shoulders,” he instructed and she did so, moving more quickly than ever before.

With no other words, he thrust into her. The positioning made her tighter for him, made his cock feel impossibly large. The stretch was nearly painful, but instantly brought her to the brink of an orgasm.

He wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling them together and resting her ankles on his left shoulder.

“Oh. God.” She moaned, biting down on her own lip. So full, so impossibly full, and yet still needing more.

He thrust. Hard and unyielding. He wasn’t being soft with her. She didn’t want gentle, she wanted… this. She wanted harsh, and purposeful.

A slap to her ass renewed the fire from her earlier spanking.

A hard thrust, another smack.

“I have you right where I want you. Tied up, ass in the air, and my cock buried in you.” He held tightly to her legs as his cock pounded into her.

“Please! Please, I have to!” She could feel the eruption building.

“Have to what, Carissa-girl? Ask for what you want. Ask for permission.”

“Please! Please, may I come? I have to come, please may I?”

He plowed into her again, growling and nipping at her calf.

“Yes, Carissa girl. Come for me. Come all over my cock, and I want to hear it. I want to hear you scream.” He bit down again on her calf.

She couldn’t have kept her voice down even if there had been a gun to her head. The orgasm robbed her of any coherent thought or action. Her eyes clenched closed, her mouth opened and she screamed. She yelled out with each wave of the powerful release he’d driven her into.

He held tight to her legs and his strokes became more forceful. The bed banged against the wall but she didn’t care. He didn’t seem to, either.

Two more thrusts, and he stilled. His cock felt thicker, filling her more, and then his own orgasm took him away from her. He was lost in his own pleasure, and she was lost in him.

When he came back to reality, he gently parted her legs and brought them down to the mattress. He leaned over her body, pressing his chest to her and kissed her nose, then her lips. A seductive, sensual kiss.

“You can make me break my own rules.” He kissed her again. “But there’s a price for such power, Carissa-girl.”

She looked up at him, feeling the leather starting to bite into her wrists. “What’s that?”

“You don’t own your orgasms anymore. They all belong to me. No more touching yourself without my permission. Not even to pet your pretty pussy. It’s mine and I’m not that good at sharing.”

Another kiss and he went about unbuckling the belt and bringing her arms back to her sides, rubbing them and checking to make sure she was okay.

No touching? At all?

Such a demanding Daddy.

Such a dream.

Chapter 15

Saturdays were meant for sleeping in and spending the day making love to the woman who’d captured your heart.

Except the woman who imprisoned his heart still couldn’t admit how strongly she felt for him. Putting that damn time stamp on their relationship had been stupid. Fucking stupid.

It had been a way for her to ease into the idea of a real relationship, but he hadn’t thought it all the way through. She was warming to him, really coming to trust him and give herself over to him, but still fought against the idea that they could last. That she could be his baby girl for more than just a month.

He cursed himself for allowing it.

So instead of sinking himself into the warmth and wetness of his girl, he stood at his office window, watching the city buzz below.

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