Page 172 of Daddy, Sir

Then, and only then, did he finally give into the urge to claim her. To sink into her waiting heat as her pussy spasmed around him yet again.

Eight.

Tiny. She was so goddamn tiny beneath him, and the knowledge that he could so easily break her only fed the beast inside him. The one he usually kept chained up where it couldn’t hurt anyone. Least of all fragile little things like her.

“Look at me, Francesca.”

Buried to the hilt inside her, he held there, savoring the feel of her wrapped around him as her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the glazed brown of her irises. If there had ever been a more perfect picture of a woman delirious with pleasure, he’d never seen it.

Maybe that would be enough to keep his soul from being damned for what he was about to do to her.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he murmured, lowering his head to brush a kiss across her flushed cheek. “I want you to know that.”

“W-why?”

“Because you’re sure as fuck not going to feel like a good girl by the time I’m done with you.”

Her eyes went wide a moment before he flexed his hips, slamming into her with enough force to make her cry out. Arching up beneath him, she screamed as he fucked her just as he’d promised.

Fast.

Brutal.

Filthy.

For the first time in a very long time, he loosened the chains on the beast. Let him free, just a bit. Just enough to scratch that long-ignored itch as he branded his woman with every punishing thrust.

Until, finally, he filled her one last time, emptying himself deep inside her, the ragged sound of his breaths mingling with her soft whimpers and sobs as he collapsed beside her.

With the beast at least somewhat placated, he gathered her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her sweat-slicked forehead. “Shh. Daddy’s got you, little siren. You’re safe.”

He was just starting to worry he’d actually hurt her when she curled into him, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she nestled her head in the crook of his shoulder.

“That was…” She let out a shaky laugh. “I don’t even have words.”

“Are you hurt?”

Pushing up to look down at him, she cocked a fiery eyebrow. “Do I sound hurt?”

“No.” Unable to resist touching her, he reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. “But I was rough with you.”

“Hell yeah, you were. It was fucking amazing.”

Relief washed over him, easing the worry. “Yeah?”

“Yes. I’m definitely going to be walking funny for a few days, but holy cow, was it worth it. I have never come that hard in my fucking life.” Wiggling over him, she straddled his hips, the heat of her pussy making his cock twitch despite the fact he’d just come inside her and he wasn’t as young as he once was. “Next time, I wanna be on top, though.”

“On top, yes. In charge, no.”

“Aw.” Her bottom lip puffed out in a perfectly practiced pout. “That’s not fair.”

“Fair or not, that’s how it is.” Cupping her ass in hands, he gave her cheeks a hard squeeze, making her squeal with indignation. “I am not an easy man, Francesca. When you’re with me, I make the rules. You follow the rules. That’s how it goes.”

“And if I don’t follow the rules, you’ll spank me again?”

The mischievous light in her eyes told him she wouldn’t mind one bit if that was the case. “Sometimes. But believe me when I say, I have no shortage of ways to remind you who’s in charge.”

“That sounds… delicious,” she said with a sly smile.

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