Page 22 of Use Me, Daddy

I couldn’t spend another day like this, caught in this relentless tug-of-war, fighting against a need that seemed to have settled somewhere deep within me.

In this moment, with Aleksei standing so close, his eyes intense and knowing, I felt… defeated.

Bested, maybe. But not in the way I’d feared.

No, this was something else—something that left me feeling small, vulnerable, like I wanted to give in, to see what he’d do if I just stopped fighting him.

His gaze locked on mine, as if he could see every thought racing through my mind, every whisper of doubt and desire I hadn’t even admitted to myself.

He’d won.

I swallowed, my breath catching as he tilted his head slightly, a smile barely there on his lips, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. And I realized, with a thrill that was half-excitement,half-surrender, that I wanted him to know. I wanted him to see that he’d won, that I was his, if only I could bring myself to say it.

“Something else,” I whispered, my voice hardly audible enough to hear, but his eyes flashed, and I knew he’d heard every single syllable that had fallen off my lips.

Aleksei stepped in closer, his body closing the distance between us until I felt the cool press of the wall at my back. The heat of him, his nearness, was intoxicating, making it hard to think straight. I could feel the power he wielded, the way he knew exactly what he was doing to me, like he’d planned every move, every word. His presence wrapped around me, strong and unyielding, leaving me with nowhere to go but closer.

I took a small step back, pressing myself against the wall, my breath coming quicker as he moved in, until there was barely any space between us. He was so close I could see every detail—the faint stubble along his jaw, the gleam in his dark eyes as they locked onto mine, intense and unwavering. And as much as I tried to look away, my gaze drifted up to meet his, my heart pounding in my chest.

“What do you need?” he asked, his voice a soft, almost coaxing whisper that made the heat rise in my cheeks. His tone was gentle, but there was an edge to it, a quiet authority that made me want to keep listening, to lean in closer. He leaned down, his face only inches from mine, his gaze intense as he studied me, as if waiting to see how far I’d let him take this.

I swallowed again, the anticipation making it impossible to pull away.

“What do you need from Daddy, little girl?”

I dropped my gaze as he leaned in a bit closer, and his pelvis brushed against my belly, the contact sending a rush of pleasure through me.

His cock was hard.

For me.

Maybe, just maybe, he wanted this as much as I did.

His palms pressed against the wall as he towered over me, pinning me in place with nothing more than his body. I looked up, caught in his gaze, my pulse racing as he held me there, the space around us shrinking until it felt like he was the only solid thing in the world. Every instinct told me to look away, to resist, to push back, but I couldn’t. He had me completely, and he knew it.

He leaned closer, his breath brushing my cheek, his voice a low, velvet murmur.

“You’re quiet, little girl,” he said, his tone soft but edged with a challenge, like he was waiting for me to speak, to admit what I wanted but couldn’t say.

My lips parted, but no words came out. I was too overwhelmed, too consumed by the way he looked at me, like he’d known all along that I’d end up right here, caught between wanting him and fighting myself.

“Tell Daddy what you need, little girl.”

His voice was soft, but I could feel the command in his tone.

“I—” My voice faltered, and I could feel myself blush even hotter. “I need… you.”

I winced, unable to believe what I’d just said. Aleksei smiled and leaned in just a little bit closer, brushing his erection against my belly a bit more firmly.

“Be specific, baby girl. Tell Daddy exactly what you need,” he pressed, and my face felt like it had caught fire.

I gulped, unable to stop myself from imagining him lifting my dress and taking me right here against this wall, of his cock sinking into my pussy as he drove into me, over and over again until I screamed his name as I came.

“I—” I started, then cleared my throat. It felt like too much to hold his gaze, so I dropped my eyes. Then lifted them and dropped them once more. “I need your cock,” I finally confessed, my voice trembling, barely more than a whisper.

He smiled, but the smile had a hint of something sharper.

Something a bit predatory.

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