Page 24 of Domination

She swirls her tongue over the head of my cock, then down my shaft to my balls, cleaning me up just as I commanded, and I will myself not to become hard again, not with such a long day ahead of me; I don’t have time for this.

Without warning her, I slip my cock inside my boxers, then zip up my pants and shift my legs to the side. “Come.” I hold out my hand for her, and when her unsure eyes meet me and her soft palm slides into mine, I have a wild need to reassure her. “You did very good, Little Pet. Let Daddy feed you more for being a good girl.”

She nods, and a smile spreads over her lips as she rises from beneath the table.

“Do I need to do that every morning?” she asks, and I lift her onto my lap, wrap an arm around her slender waist, then push a small portion of the croissant into her mouth.

“You didn’t read the contract.” It’s an accusation, not a question, but she replies anyway.

“I’m getting through it,” she snipes out, with fire behind her eyes that was absent only moments ago.

My lip twitches at her feistiness, not something I’m used to. My hand on her hip tightens. “Don’t snap back.I’ll spank your ass, and I have a busy day ahead of me, so I don’t have time for it.”

Her chastised gaze meets mine, oozing in self-pity. “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl. Now eat.” I lift more croissant to her mouth, and my cock hardens at her lips brushing over the tips of my fingers.

“And in answer to your question. When I fuck you at night, I expect you at my feet in the morning as a thank you.” I feed her another portion and follow it up with holding the glass of orange juice to her lips, delighting in the swallow of the juice down her slender throat.

“Normally, when I’ve finished feeding this greedy mouth”—I swipe the juice from her lips and tear another portion of the croissant off to feed her—“I send my little pet back to wherever she came from. But seeing as though you’re staying here…” I want to tell her permanently, but I don’t want to terrify her when she’s being so compliant. “Once we’ve finished with breakfast, you can go and get showered and dressed, then collect Bonnie from Hazel.”

“Can I take her to a park?”

My gaze narrows on her and her hopeful face. There’s no fucking way I’m risking her going to a park without me. Someone like her will be every fucker’s wet dream. Nope, she’s vulnerable and sheltered, something I have Robert to thank for, possibly the only thing I want to thank him for—delivering me the sweetest girl to walk the earth.

“We have gardens here. There’s no reason for you to leave the grounds.” Her shoulders slump, so I quickly feelthe need to make it up to her. “No park today, at least. Maybe another time.” Lies, all fucking lies; there’s no way she’s leaving me.

I slide her off my lap and onto the chair, allowing me to stand. Then my gaze zeros in on her heavy tits, making it difficult for me to leave the room. My phone rings from my pants pocket, and I sigh, knowing Massio is waiting. I shoot him a quick text to tell him I’ll be five minutes, then I silence it and turn my focus back to the little beauty at the breakfast table. My very naked little beauty, for all to see.

I glance toward the kitchen, hating the fact my men could potentially see her like this. “Fuck!” I grab my suit jacket from off the back of the chair. “Here, I don’t want you walking round the house naked. From now on, you’re to wear a robe around the house until I instruct you otherwise.”

“But…” I glare at her, then she clamps her mouth shut and gifts me with a nod. The thought of leaving her here has me feeling like I’m abandoning her, and a strange sense of unease washes over me. Lifting her arms one at a time like you would a child, I guide them into my jacket and internally smile when I see the way it buries her, covering up everything I don’t want others to see. I make a mental note to have security only entering the house when cleared by myself.

“If I call you, you answer, do you understand me?” I look at her pointedly.

“I-I don’t have a cell phone.”

I rear back. What nineteen-year-old doesn’t have a cellphone? “You don’t have a cell phone?” She shakes herhead, and I rub my bottom lip. Maybe Robert was protecting her, cutting her off from the guy who knocked her up and abandoned her. Another thing to thank the sly fucker for, it seems. “I’ll have one delivered to you within the hour.”

“But you don’t have—” I press my finger to her lips, and her eyes widen.

“When I gift you with something, I expect a ‘Thank you, Daddy.’”

Lust fills her eyes, and she practically sways on the chair, and as soon as I remove my finger, she opens her mouth. “Thank you, Daddy.”

I suck in a sharp intake of air. “Good girl.” I stroke her silky hair. “Now, I’ll be back later.” Then I lean down, inhale her peach scent, and place a kiss on the top of her head.

As I head through the door toward Massio, the sound of Bonnie giggling has me stilling. Every part of me wants to turn around and spend the day with her and her mother, but as always, the Mafia waits for no one, least of all their Don.

Chapter Twelve

Vinny

“Where the hell have you been?” Rafael spits out the moment I enter the room. Anger rolls off him like a tsunami. His face is red, and the vein on his neck is protruding. I slowly slip into my seat at the head of the table, ignoring his outburst, and take my time checking my phone and emails. I’m riling him up further, but I know there won’t be anymore from him. My son is like a chihuahua around me, all bark and no bite. Besides, he’s already been disrespectful, and he knows I won’t tolerate it further. He discovered as much when he was a nineteen-year-old chump backtalking me. The first time, I warned him with my glare, but it ended with me throwing a steak knife at him that landed precariously close to his cock.

“Papa has a new pet. Don’t you, Papa?” Rocco mocks as he spins his knife between his fingers, looking every bit the crazed man he is, but I ignore his jibes.

“You’re actually fucking Robert’s daughter?” Tommy asks, shock marring his features. I continue to ignore my sons and message the doctor to arrive at my house tomorrow evening. If my little pet wants a pill, she will get one, but it sure as hell won’t be to prevent a pregnancy. The thought of her full of my child has my cock growing in my pants. Fuck, her tits would look impressive even fuller for me and our babies to feed on. She’d like that too, me as dependent on her as she is on me.

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