Page 42 of Daddy's Rules

“Eat me,” I say unabashedly.

“No, a delicacy must be savored.” He walks around the table to the side my head rests on and I open my eyes just as he leans down to my lips. I reach for his face to bring him all the way to my mouth but he pulls back.

“Do I have to tie you down, little one?” He smirks and begins to unbuckle his belt.

“No!” I say, a little panicked at the thought. “Please, I’ll be good.” Being tied down excites me, and the last time was delicious, but I want to be free for our first time. If he’ll actually fuck me now. I want to touch him, feel anchored to him, hold on for dear life.

“There’s only two ways to keep you still, baby. Tie you down, or punish you if you move.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be still. If not then punish me.” The words aren’t even out of my mouth and my arousal spikes even higher. I love the threat hanging between us—the possibility he’ll have to assert his dominance makes my insides boil with need.

He narrows his eyes and scrutinizes my face as if reading the truth from me. “Punishment isn’t always done with spanking as you well know, little girl. I have a very good imagination.” He lowers himself over me again and this time he touches my lips, parting them and then tracing them with his tongue. I feel dizzy with the need to lift my head and deepen our kiss but I heed his warning and behave.

He finally takes my mouth thoroughly and I call out into his mouth when his fingers find my nipples and he rolls them. I beg against his lips and he ignores my pleas while bringing each nipple to a tight aching bud. I arch my back, needing more and he pinches.

“Gahhh! Daddy, please, I’ll be good.”

He puts his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Many forms of punishment.” I promise myself I won’t move again but my pussy clenches tighter knowing there are consequences if I do.

He moves from my ear to my nipple and gives it a quick swipe with his tongue. The tip cools and tightens further as he moves to the other. This one, he draws in and sucks deeply until I am fighting the urge to arch. He torments each nipple thoroughly before he goes back to the other side of the table.

I bite my lip hard when he removes my panties, tosses them over his shoulder and spreads my legs. When he seats himself in a dining chair right between my thighs, my breath quickens. He turns his head to suckle my inner thigh and a strangled moan leaves me involuntarily.

“You’re gorgeous everywhere.” He lowers and I feel his heated breath on me only moments before his mouth covers my pussy. A gentle lap of his tongue has me swallowing the moisture pooling in my mouth.

“You taste so fucking good.” He laps again and then his tongue swirls and flicks until I call out. He nips and suckles and I bury my hands in his hair. He swats my hip sharply in warning without stopping so I grab the edge on the table instead.

“Oh, God, Owen,” I say on a gasp as he perfects his rhythm. My hips tip as his hands cup my ass and pull me closer to his mouth. I want to savor every feeling but I’m flying high and fast and he’s pushing me closer and quicker to the edge with the tip of his tongue and the softness of his lips as he sucks my clit deeply.

I claw the table and holler as I fall and pulse around his tongue.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Daddy?” I whimper, still riding the waves of pulsing pleasure.

“You okay?”

I nod, but emotion wells in me. I have never been someone’s focus so fully before. For the first time in my life this man has made me feel valuable and wanted. I don’t feel like an imposter with Owen like I did with the men from my past and all other aspects of my life.

A tear slips out and Owen swipes it away. “You’re not ready for this,” he states and pulls me to a sitting position.

“I am, I just...” I break down and a sob escapes. Owen pulls me against his chest so tight, I feel like he’s the only thing holding me together. “Owen, I’ve never felt so cared for, so wanted, in my entire life.” I let out another sob and shiver in his arms. “Thank you.”

“Oh, baby, you have no idea. I feel like the luckiest man in the world when I’m with you.” His hands find either side of my head and tip my face up to his. He kisses me then and it’s not sexy like before, it’s compassionate and loving.

The kiss brings out an urgency unlike what I felt on the table. I need him, but not for sexual release but to feel a part of him, to share the entirety of myself with him, to become one with Owen Holloway.

“Please don’t be mad, Owen,” I say in between fervent kisses to his mouth and neck. “But I love you.” He stills and fear spikes in me, but I shove it away. I don’t care anymore. I love him and I want him to know it. Regardless, I continue, “I’m going to make you proud, Owen, I’m going to make you see I’m worthy of you—your love.”

“God, Jordan.” His eyes, almost liquid when I search them, hold mine. “You’re more than worthy already. I’m the one that needs to prove myself to you. I need to show you I can care for you and give you everything you need.” He dives for my mouth and this kiss is both sweeter and more passionate than all the others.

He scoops me off the table and brings me to the master bedroom. When he sets me on the bed, his eyes are still on mine and it’s where they stay as he enters me. His cock is long, thick, and hard and it fills me as if I were made for him.

I grip him as his slow sure strokes bring me higher. My hips tilt to meet him so he penetrates me fully. He keeps his eyes locked on mine except when his lips are against my skin. The world around us fades and I know nothing but the pleasure we share. Our moans meld and the feel of his kisses, strokes, and caresses bring me to a heightened awareness of pleasure. When we go over the precipice toward bliss, it’s together, clinging to each other.

We don’t speak as we come down, just hold each other as our breathing normalizes. His fingers tickle and scratch my shoulder and back and mine do the same with his chest. We are lost in each other.

He rises after a while and opens the garden doors in the bedroom, letting the sea breeze billow in. Joining me back in the bed, he covers us with a throw blanket from the chest at the bottom of the bed.

The sun is slipping low in the sky over the water and I decide I never want to leave this bed or Owen’s arms. But then I realize Beast hasn’t once bothered us and as I glance at the clock on the nightstand, I see it’s past his dinnertime. I jump up, yanking the blanket with me.

“Baby?” Owen calls after me as I run through the house calling for the dog.

“He’s gone! Dammit, Owen, I left the door open! I’m so stupid!” Owen comes to me. He’s pulled on his pants but is still naked from the waist up. He turns me to face him, his eyes pinning mine.

“Calm down.” It is a firm instruction so I instantly settle, knowing I am with a man who understands me, is always in control, and will help me focus. “Good girl. Go get dressed and I’ll look through the house once more.”

“Check under the bed, please,” I say and run to put my clothes on. I can’t lose Beast. I just can’t. He’s my responsibility and I promised him I’d find him a home—if not his then another that’s worthy of him.

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