Page 18 of Till Cupid Do Us Part

“Yes, Daddy,” she purrs, rolling her head along the armrest and biting down on her lip, one leg falling to the ground.

I scroll my eyes down the length of her body before settling them on her bare pussy. The title she’s taken to using for me in these situations does something to me. It turns me into a savagebeast that’s constantly one second away from devouring his next meal. The shine on her inner thighs forces a groan up my throat. My mouth waters, but I stay where I am.

“Touch yourself. Spread that cunt open and get ready for me.”

“I’m already ready for you,” she coos, hand already trailing down her belly.

“Prove it.”

I grind my teeth to dust as I watch her drag the tip of her pointer finger between her legs and through the mess of slick dripping onto the couch cushion.

Without needing me to demand it of her, she brings her wet fingers up to where I’m waiting. I lean forward and lick them clean before circling her wrist and holding it in place.

She tips her head back just enough for our eyes to clash. “Something wrong?”

“Gotta grab somethin’. Slide these into your pussy and stretch it for me. Don’t touch your clit. Leave it for me.”

“You give me so many orders,” she whispers.

“And you still don’t call me Sir.”

“Where’s the fun in that? I know you prefer something else.”

I hum, tugging at her hair just enough for her to feel it. Her grin is a stroke down my rigid cock.

“Doesn’t matter what you call me, Ivy. I’ll still know you’re mine once your mouth is full of cock and you can’t speak. Daddy is just a cherry on top.”

“Promises, promises,” she says on a sigh, yanking her hand free to glide a finger inside of herself. Her voice turns into a low moan. “Just hurry and put it in my mouth,Sir.”

My restraint wobbles as I give her head a final stroke and leave her there. Every step away from her feels wrong. My fingers curl as I enter the bedroom and dig through my bag forwhat I need. She cries out from the couch, and I shove my pants and briefs down my legs before heading back the way I came.

I knew she’d try to push me. She always fucking does. So, when I find her on the couch with a leg hooked over the back of it and both hands working her pussy, I grin.

Even if she weren’t so goddamn gorgeous, her confidence alone would have driven me to the brink. I’ve missed seeing this mischievous glow in her eyes and the dimple from her devious grins. This is the woman I fell in love with.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d assume you wanted to be punished,” I muse.

The fingers rolling her clit speed up. Muscles quiver in her thighs. “Maybe.”

“You don’t even know what I have.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

I wrap one end of my leather belt around my knuckles while gripping the other and pulling it taut. The snapping sound barrels through the room, making her flinch.

Curiously, Ivy lets her head hang further over the armrest and focuses those blue eyes on the belt. Intrigue flares as her pupils expand.

“It was the belt or a collar. I figured we’d try the former and feel it out first,” I say.

She pushes out a heavy breath. “You want to collar me?”

“I’m tempted enough to try just once.”

Her chest quakes while she humps her hand and whimpers. “Do it, Niko. Wrap your belt around my throat.”

My cock drips from the tip, smearing precum along my stomach as I walk to her and stand in front of her hanging head. Ivy moans and instantly reaches for my shaft. Her fingers wrap around me, hot and firm, in control despite the reality of what’s about to happen.

“Are you sure?” I ask, framing her face with my hands.

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