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Coming up behind her, I grip her hips and pull her into my body. “Yes, it is.” My eyes are on her, though. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’re sure this is okay?” she wonders, looking back and up at me.

“Yeah, Ellie. I’ll make sure of it.”

I know she’s talking about more than our stay here. She’s concerned with the rumors being spread by the media about my intentions with her. My deputy chief has already sent me the statement the PD will send to the press about how we came to be together. It’s more than I’d like to expose, but in order to protect Ellie, I approved it.

“Can we go splash a little?” Excitement buzzes through her body as she’s already toeing off her shoes.

“It’s going to be cold,” I warn her, but she doesn’t care and runs off to the water, frolicking through it and screaming with delight as she runs back to me.

“Okay, you were right.” She shivers as I pick her up, laughing, and carry her inside.

Kicking the door shut behind us, I let Ellie slide down my body before engaging the lock and reaching for her shirt. The innocent blush drives me wild as she slowly backs away, remaining just out of reach.

A growl works up my throat when she darts behind the couch. “What are you doing, Ellie?” My voice is deep, ready to pounce on my sexy prey.

“Nothing.” Her saccharine voice doesn’t match the way she breathes. Harshly, her chest rises and falls with each step closer I take. Biting her lip, Ellie tilts her head and says something I never expected. “Come and get me, Daddy.”

The chase is on.

Ellie makes to go right but darts left when I follow her move. I could jump over the couch to grab her, but I like this game. The anticipation grows with each second she’s not in my hands.

“Catch me, Daddy.”

Her light-hearted giggle as she dashes down the short hallway to the bedroom, tossing her shirt over her head and kicking off her shoes, raises the beast inside me. I want to do wickedly delicious things to her, and tonight, nothing will stop me.

“That spanking is coming.” I groan as I step into the room to find her wiggling out of her jeans, bare tits swaying with the movement. “It’s not going to be anything light, either, sweetheart. I’m going to make you cry for me.”

Her bravado falters for a second as she strips bare and climbs on the bed. “No scars, though, right?” The vulnerable question forces me to take a breath and remember that this girl has been abused.

Whipping my shirt over my head, I toe off my shoes and stalk towards her. Cupping her jaw in both of my hands, I vow, “Never will I leave a lasting mark. Anything I do to you will be for pleasure and temporary. You understand me, Ellie?”

She swallows as her eyes clear, and the hint of fear disappears. “Yes, Daddy Lars, I understand.”

“Good girl.” I nod and brush one hand down the front of her body, appreciating the slight curves, savoring the velvety skin I’ll have against me soon enough. Where I’m all hard edges, she’s silky smooth. “You’re addicting, baby.”

Leaning forward, I suck a nipple into my mouth and bite gently until she cries out and holds me closer. Licking the taut bud to soothe her, I suck gently until she moans.

“Turn around, ass up, legs spread,” I command as I begin peeling off my jeans, ready to take her as soon as I finish with her punishment.

Seeing the scars on her back for the first time, I mask my reaction when I notice her watching me. The whip marks are undeniable and are so deep that the scar tissue is raised across most of her back.

“You’re stunning,” I say, grabbing the backs of her thighs with each hand and massaging my way up her body. Pressing her ass cheeks together, I pull them apart and lean down to blow a warm breath across her delicate hole. “I can’t wait to fuck you all night, sweetheart.” Her body gradually relaxes the more I touch her.

I don’t ignore the scars, but I don’t ask her about them, either. Soon, I will, but tonight is more about reinforcing her trust in me enough to show them to me. I won’t ruin that for her.

Goosebumps break out across her skin, and I grin. The anticipation is getting to her, too. She’s excited and nervous all at once, and I need that for her.

Rubbing my hands up and down her back, I bring one hand to my face, licking across my fingers before giving a sharp slap to her ass. She gasps from the shock but pushes back for more. I repeat it, enjoying the way the muscular cheeks turn a deep red and my handprint is outlined on each side.

“Can I take a picture?” I meet her stare briefly, and she bites her lip again before agreeing.

Reaching to the floor, I grab my phone out of my pocket. Spreading her legs farther, I ask her to arch her back and hide her face while moving forward to rub my fingers through her soaked folds. Drawing my name on her ass cheeks with her juices, she shines as I take a picture, showcasing my handprints and her dripping pussy. The image glows, and I show her.

“Holy shit.” Ellie grabs it and stares as I move in behind her. “I didn’t think I’d like something like this,” she whispers.

Leaning over her back, I slide my dick through her lips and slowly slip into her heated cunt. “I’m getting that printed and framed for our room.” She jolts and begins to protest, but a sharp jab of my hips stops her. “I’m doing it, sweetheart. Even if I hang it in the walk-in closet.” She moans as my hips drive in and out of her. “I’ll get one of your pussy dripping with my seed, too.”

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