Page 45 of Daddy's Justice

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Morrigan

I had hoped he would change his mind. I had hoped that he would allow me to relieve my mother of the pain of her missing daughter. But, he did not. I would have to move forward with my plan to find Loki and diplomatically negotiate for my life. I was no threat to him.

“I am sorry that I can’t allow it. It puts you and them in grave danger,” Forseti said, apologetically.

I nodded, afraid if I spoke, my tone would betray my thoughts. Instead, I wiggled in his arms, pressing my breasts against his chest. I didn’t know if I would be successful in my plans tonight to find Loki and negotiate with him. I knew so very little. What I did know was that I wanted Forseti. I had been soaked with desire several times throughout the day, and now, I could finally do something about it.

I leaned even closer to him, our breath mingling. His hand on my back pressed me closer to him. “Please, Daddy. Please, won’t you make love to me?”

That is what I needed most at the moment. Sweet, tender love-making.

“Of course, my beautiful little goddess. I will make sweet love to you. Come now.”

We stood and he walked me to the bed. Standing in front of it, I started to undo my shirt.

“No, let me.” Slowly, teasingly, he undid each button and each snap. He unwove the leather from my body and dropped it to the floor. All too soon, I stood before him, naked. “By Odin, you are gorgeous!”

Stepping closer, he lowered his head, engulfing one of my nipples into his mouth. My hands went into his thick hair, my fingers pulling at the dark strands. He suckled, quickly and with a renewed urgency as my grip tightened. His skilled tongue flicked my nipple before he moved lower, trailing little kisses straight down my belly.

“Now, now. Don’t you know a straight line makes an easy target?” His words from this morning fell off my lips.

“Petulant.” He spun me around and swatted my butt, hard. I felt the moisture gather between my legs. “Get your beautiful butt up into that bed.”

I crawled onto the mattress on my hands and knees, all while looking over my shoulder at him. I slowly licked my lips, encouraging him. As I got into the desired position, he quickly removed his clothes. The bed shifted under his frame.

“Your back. Now.”

Wow. Where did this come from? It was sexy as hell, and I wasn’t about to argue with him. I rolled onto my back and let my head rest on the pillows. “I believe my goddess wanted me to make love to her, yes?” He lowered his head between my legs and blew gently on my clit.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please make love to me, Daddy. Please.”

“Your wish is my desire.” His mouth closed over my clit, his skilled tongue danced over my sensitive nub, back and forth, stroking and teasing. I moaned, my head tossing from side to side, the now familiar feeling of an orgasm building in my gut. He played my clit like a well-strung guitar, pulling forth cries of pleasure. Mews of an aroused song sprang from my lips as my body began to shake with need.

His finger inserted into my slick channel, followed closely by two more. He got me just to the brink before he covered my body with his and inserted his cock deep into my body. Even after last night, the girth of his shaft still stretched me. I was going mad with need, writhing under him, while flames of passion raged in his eyes. His slow thrusts were driving me insane, in and out, slow and steady, making love to me just as I had asked.

As he got closer to his release, the thrusts sped up, the urgency of our bodies slamming together pushed us up the cliff.

“Now, goddess.” Forseti lowered his head to my shoulder, biting hard enough to hurt but without drawing blood. The pain was the catalyst that sent me diving off the board into the deep end of an intense orgasm. I shuddered under him, shaking as my vaginal walls milked him to his completion. He groaned and collapsed on top of me, our bodies still riding the aftershocks of passion. After the final wave of pleasure crashed over us, he rolled off to the side, pulling me to his side.

I willed my heart to slow down, knowing he would be able to notice my anxiety if it didn’t. I needed to pretend to sleep. Once he was asleep, I could put my plan into place. I counted backwards from a thousand, a trick my mother had taught me when I was little to help calm me down during massive thunderstorms.

I thought of my mother. I thought of her perfume, the perfect mingling of floral and vanilla, her softness as she cuddled me in her arms. She had always been able to make everything all better. Thinking of her, while counting, calmed me. With my eyes closed and my chest rising and falling, Forseti assumed I was asleep. I waited for him to fall asleep too. Instead, he slowly moved, as if not to waken me, replacing his chest beneath me with a pillow. Then, just like that, he was gone. This would be easier than I thought it would be.

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