Page 138 of Daddy, Sir

I’m nervous when we get back to the apartment. I shouldn’t be. This is my Daddy. I trust him. But we’re going to do big things today. Things I have not done before. So, I have a right to be nervous.

Daddy…

The word has been on the tip of my tongue for days. I didn’t let it out until now. It feels right. It feels genuine. Dagger is my Daddy in every way.

After we get inside, and Daddy locks the door and secures the alarm, he stalks toward me like a lion coming for his prey.

It makes me giggle. He’s apparently not interested in wasting more time. I’m not either, so I’m glad I don’t have to beg him to pounce on me.

Daddy takes my face in his hands and backs me into the kitchen, where he lifts me by the hips and sets me on the island. He spreads my thighs and crowds between my legs before his hands come back to my face.

His expression is serious, his brow slightly furrowed. “You’re mine,” he declares. “Forever.”

I nod. “I’m yours, Daddy.”

“There’s no going back. Once I’ve held your body in my hands…”

“I know, Daddy. I’ve been yours since I was sixteen. I’ll never change my mind.” It’s more true than he realizes, and I need to tell him. I’ve put it off, but he needs to know.

I lick my lips. “It’s always only been you. Maybe it was a crush at first, but I’ve been in love with you for years. It’s real. There’s never been anyone but you.”

He leans in, and I think he might finally kiss me, but he suddenly pauses and blinks. “Naomi…”

Yeah, he just understood what I said. My cheeks heat.

“Baby…” He swallows. “You dated in high school and college. Are you saying you never had sex with anyone?”

I shake my head. “I… I couldn’t,” I murmur. “You were always there. I could only see you. It didn’t seem right. I just… couldn’t.”

His chest rises and falls as he stares at me. For a moment, I wonder if he’s… mad? Finally, he closes his eyes and sets his forehead against mine. His lips hover an inch from mine. “What a gift. I have no words, babygirl.”

He cups my face and brings his lips to mine. After one sweet moment, he deepens the kiss, angling his head to one side and kissing me with desperation as if he’s waited a lifetime to do this. Maybe he has.

I set my hands on his waist and part my lips, letting him in, tasting him as he tastes me. We’re like two starving animals who will never get enough.

Daddy growls into my mouth as he scoops me off the island with his hands under my bottom.

I wrap my legs around his waist and grab onto his neck as he carries me down the hall and into his bedroom. When he reaches the bed, he lowers me onto the mattress, still kissing me. His lips move urgently around my mouth.

We’re both panting when he releases my swollen lips. He stares down at me. “Mine.” He reaches for the hem of my dress and yanks it up and off my body. “Mine.”

I’m breathing heavily as I stare at him. He doesn’t have to tell me over and over. I’m his. There’s no doubt. But I love the way he keeps saying it.

He pulls back to tug off my shoes and socks, and then his gaze roams up my body to my chest. His hands are shaking as he cups the globes, thumbing my nipples.

I arch my chest into his touch, moaning. Nothing has ever felt so good, and we’re just getting started. I’ve dreamed of this day for years. I’ve pictured how it would be with him thousands of times. Now, it’s finally real.

Daddy hooks his fingers in my panties and draws them down my body, tossing them aside when they’re free of my feet. He’s fully clothed, but I can’t seem to form words to demand he undress.

My eyes roll back as he spreads my knees and holds me open. Just having him look at me is enough to cause me to nearly self-combust. I’ve been desperate to come for a week. My pussy is throbbing with need. I’m so wet that it’s running down between my cheeks. My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples are puckered as though it were cold in the room. It’s not cold in this room.

“You shaved,” he whispers.

I smile. I hope he likes it.

“Sexy as fuck,” he continues, parting my folds with his fingers. He’s not touching me anywhere important, but I might come anyway. “No more razors, though, babygirl. They’re not safe. From now on, I’ll shave you myself.”

I stop breathing. His words are so controlling, and it’s so hot when he bosses me around. The thought of him holding me open and shaving my pussy is enough to make my vision blur. “Please…” I whimper.

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