Page 21 of Domination

It was only a short while ago that he filled me, but I want a repeat. Would I ever get enough of him? And him of me? The thought has my heart seizing.

“Have you read the contract yet?” He crooks a mocking brow in my direction.

“Most of it,” I mutter.

“Then you know I expect you to bow at my feet.”

Bow at his feet? What does he think this is, the 1800s?

“What if I don’t?” I pout, knowing damn well what happens if I break the rules. In fact, I’m counting on it. According to his contract, I will be spanked, so I’m waiting for it to happen.

As if knowing my reasoning, his lip curls. I want to stroke his handsome face, but instead, I remain silent, waiting for him to bend me over his knee, pull down my sleep shorts, and spank my ass. The thought of his rough hand on my delicate skin makes me come alive with fervor.

“I’ll take you to my dungeon and leave you begging for pleasure.” He glares back at me, and my eyes widen.

“D-dungeon?” I don’t remember reading anything about a dungeon.

He nods slowly and his lip twitches. Nervousness hits me, and for the first time, I worry about what I’ve gotten myself into. Can I do this? A dungeon? I’ve gone from being naïve and trusting, to being thrust into a world I barely know anything about, a world I was eager to remove myself from.

Still, I tell myself I will be leaving soon, so I might as well have a little fun before I start my new life as far away from so-called family as possible.

“I’ll leave your little pussy dripping in my cum, begging for me to fill you like a desperate little whore.” My breath hitches, sticking in my throat, but he continues. “I can’t decide if I want my little pet caged or chained to a bench.” He chuckles, and my mouth drops open.He can’t be serious?“Now, make your choice.” He muses, dragging his forefinger over his lip. Something tells me either of them would satisfy him.

Slowly,I lower to the floor, reveling in the way his fingers grip the chair’s arm, and he sucks in a deep breath. Then I lower my head, like I saw in a movie.

“Good, Little Pet. Such a good girl for Daddy.” He strokes my head, and I could weep at the way the gesture warms my insides. “Climb on Daddy’s lap and let me see you,” he rumbles, as if it’s painful for him to speak so gently. The hairbrush has been discarded, long forgotten.

When I get to my feet, he reaches out. “Let Daddy take these off.” His voice is low and full of care, and he slides his fingers into the sides of my sleep shorts and lowers them to the floor. “Good.” He sits back in his chair and pats his thigh.

Leaning over him, I hold onto his shoulders and climb onto his lap so I’m straddling his waist. His chest is rising rapidly, and I blush at his reaction to me. My fingers dig into the shoulders of his white dress shirt, and my legs rest on his thighs. He wraps one arm behind my back, then lowers it to grip my ass cheek. I bite into my bottom lip, trying not to moan against his touch. The heat of his thick, calloused palm burns through me. Then he slaps my ass hard, causing me to jolt. “Take your top off, I want to try your milk.”

His words stun me, leaving me breathless, and I sink into the depths of his murky-gray eyes for reassurance. A growl erupts from his throat. “LittlePet”—he drags the latter out—“you’re making me angry. Just do as I say like a good girl.” A sharp slap echoes in the air, then he caresses the flaming skin of my ass, causing me to wince.

Without needing further prompting, I lift my lacy camisole over my head and drop it to the floor. Hehisses between his teeth at my tits bouncing freely, and I roll my lip into my mouth to stop myself from smiling.

Why do I want to please this man so much? Why when I laid eyes on the man who is my father’s stepfather, did I not quiver in fear and run from the dangerous glint in his eyes? Why do I crave his touch, beg for his approval? Why do I want him to love me?

“Shhh, Little Pet.” He presses his finger to my lips, and his eyes darken as he studies me with such scrutiny my heart clenches, stealing the oxygen from my lungs. It’s like he’s searching my soul, revealing the lies and secrets hidden there, and disabling my plans before I can even put them into action.

“I own you, Little Pet. You’re mine.” The words roll off his tongue like a possessive threat, a vow, and I swallow back the fear wedged in my chest and give in to the way his rough hand lifts my breast to his mouth. He kisses my breast before wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Feed Daddy, Little Pet,” he growls, and wetness slides from my pussy, and I swear I feel him smile against me.

Vinny

Warm milk splashes onto my tongue, and my eyes roll at the splendor of her taste before coming back to her innocent face. This close to her, I can make out the small freckles scattered lightly over her nose. My hand squeezes her plump tit, reveling in the way she arches her back as she feeds me.

Fuck.The thought of her providing milk for me has me feeling feral.

For me. Not the douche who knocked her up.

This is not something I’ve done before, but the moment I knew she could, I wanted it, I wanted a part of her she only gives to the person she loves most in the world. I wanted to taste what no man had tasted before me. A thought flashes through my mind, and fury beats at my chest, so I detach from her nipple with a pop. Removing my hand from her ass, I grab a hold of her hair, tug her head back, and sneer down at her. “Have you let your fuckboy taste these tits?” I snarl.

Her mouth falls open, and she attempts to shake herhead, but my fingers tighten in her hair enough to pinch her scalp. “N-no, Daddy.” The fact she remembers to address me accordingly settles something inside me, and knowing she hasn’t fed him from her tit has me wanting to beat my chest like a goddamn drum with my fists.

“Good girl.” I release her hair, and like a frenzied animal, I take both her tits in my hands, loving the way they spill over my thick palms, and push them together. “You only let Daddy feed from them.”

“Y-yes.”

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