Page 33 of Storm

Storm slid one of his hands up her back and buried his fingers in her hair, fisting her tresses firmly and tugging as he fucked her harder and faster. Both of them moaned and cried out their pleasure as their orgasms built.

When he let go of one of her hips and reached around to rub her clit, she screamed, every muscle in her body tensing. The room turned blurry as his thrusts became erratic and wild. He was close, but she was closer.

“Daddy!” she keened.

“Yeah, baby, come for me. Come all over my dick.”

His command was met with obedience as she exploded around him, her body trembling violently while her pussy clamped down on him like a vise.

“Ugh, fuck!” he shouted, his cock throbbing inside her as he came at the same time.

They stayed like that for a minute or two until she couldn’t hold herself up any longer and collapsed onto the soft bedding. He chuckled softly and rubbed her back, then he got up from the bed and walked his perfect, naked ass to the bathroom.

She’d heard that sex could be life changing, but she’d never actually believed it until now because she was definitely a new woman.

“How old is your Little?” Storm asked, his voice low and warm, the deep timbre rumbling through his chest like distant thunder.

Brook nuzzled closer, her cheek pressed against his solid, warm chest, enjoying the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing. Her body still hummed from the euphoria he’d pulled her into, leaving her blissfully relaxed yet unguarded. Vulnerable, even. She hesitated for a beat, her fingers tracing absent patterns on his tattooed skin, before answering in a voice soft and slightly muffled against him.

“I think I fall around two or three,” she admitted, her cheeks heating as the words slipped out. It felt strange saying it out loud, even though she’d thought about it plenty of times. This was the first time she’d said it with such certainty. The only reason she managed it now was the comfort of knowing that Carlee and some of the other Littles fell into the same range. Surely, Storm was used to it. Right?

“That’s a good age, sunshine,” he murmured, his large hand lazily stroking her back in long, soothing motions. “Just sweet enough to have me wrapped around your cute little finger but old enough to still be a brat and earn spankings.”

Her lips quirked into a smile she couldn’t manage to hide. Thank God they were snuggled so close, she thought. At least he couldn’t see her face. Somehow, whenever Storm talked about spanking her, it sent a thrill racing through her that she didn’t entirely know what to do with. Her cheeks flushed hotter, her skin tingling with an excitement that made her toes curl and her stomach flip.

“Have you ever been spanked, Brook?” His tone turned teasing, though his curiosity seemed genuine. “You get squirmy whenever I bring it up.”

Crap. How could he read her so easily, even when he wasn’t looking at her? His ability to see right through her was both thrilling and unnerving.

“Um, not really,” she stammered, her voice wobbling slightly. “I mean, not like how Carlee gets spanked. During sex, I have.”Her heart raced as the confession spilled from her, and she bit her lip to keep from babbling.

Storm chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her. It wasn’t mocking, but rather a warm, low rumble that made her comforted and a little flustered. His thumb continued to brush over her bare arm in lazy circles, the simple touch grounding her in the moment. Being tucked into him like this gave her a sense of security she hadn’t even realized she’d been missing.

“Well,” he drawled, his voice dropping slightly, darker now, “I can promise you this, baby. The spanking you got while we were fucking isnothingcompared to the spanking you’ll get for being naughty.”

Her breath hitched, but not from fear. Storm didn’t scare her. On the contrary, she’d never felt safer in her life. The way he spoke, the way he touched her—it wasn’t just physical. He gave her a sense of being cherished. Protected. He might play with her and push her limits, but there wasn’t a single part of her that doubted he’d take care of her, even at her most vulnerable.

“Tell me about your asshole ex,” he said after a pause, softening his words slightly, but they still held that commanding edge. “Was he your Daddy?”

Brook blinked, surprised by the shift in tone. Storm wasn’t one for long conversations, but tonight felt different—like he wanted to understand her on a deeper level. Despite the turn toward an uncomfortable topic, she found herself wanting to answer. Wanting to let him in. Let him know who she was.

“He was. Sort of,” she admitted hesitantly. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the blanket draped over them both. “It was more of a play thing for him.”

Storm’s arm tightened around her, his grip firm but not harsh, like he was anchoring her to him. He didn’t replyimmediately, and the silence stretched just long enough for her to glance up at him.

His dark eyes locked onto hers, unwavering and intense. “I need you to understand something, sunshine,” he said with each word steady and weighted with meaning. “Nothing about this will be a ‘play thing’ for me. This is serious.Weare serious. Our dynamic will be real—not something casual you can dip into when it’s convenient.”

Her heart thudded in her chest at the conviction apparent in his tone. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he held her gaze like he needed her to truly hear him. And she did. Every word settled over her like a promise, steadfast and unyielding.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath catching at the weight of his words.

“You’ll have rules, boundaries, and consequences,” he continued, his voice firm but not unkind. “I’ll take care of you, discipline you when you need it, spoil you, and treat you like the princess you are. But if you’re expecting this to be some casual, on-and-off thing, you’re wrong. I don’t do casual, and I sure as fuck don’t play when it comes to being a Daddy.”

Brook’s chest tightened, her emotions swirling in a mix of awe, excitement, and a hint of fear—not of him, but of the enormity of what he was offering. He wasn’t just offering to be her Daddy; he was offering to be hereverything.

“I understand,” she whispered with a slight tremble but steady with certainty. “I want that. I wantyou.”

The flicker of relief in his expression was subtle yet unmistakable. A vulnerable side to him she hadn’t seen. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Good,” he said simply, pulling her close again. “Because you’re mine now, sunshine. And I don’t half-ass anything when it comes to the people I care about.”

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