Page 6 of Domination

When I pull back to stare into her teary blue eyes, my breathing quickens, and she holds my heart captive as I steady my pace. I slowly rock back and forth, and my cock twitches back to life. “There, there, Little Pet. Let Daddy make you feel good now that you’re a big girl.” I press my lips to hers, and she wraps her arms around my neck, so I allow her to take the lead. With one hand above her head, I kiss over her jaw and down her neck,breathing in her scent, then I pepper her small tit with soft kisses. Her hips buck beneath me when I circle her nipple with my tongue, and I relish the way her pussy grips me as I toy with it. Moving my free hand between us, I circle her clit in time with my tongue.

“Oh. Oh, please.”

I crook an eyebrow at her.

“Daddy. Daddy, please,” she pants wantonly.

My eyes glow with satisfaction, and I press down on her clit while sucking her nipple to a pointed bud. “Hmm,” I groan when her pussy muscles squeeze me like a goddamn vise. “Fuck. That’s it, squeeze Daddy’s thick cock, little girl.”

“Yes. Yes. I’m…” She arches her back, and her orgasm hits her, causing me to grunt in approval. A roar of satisfaction rips from deep inside me, and my cock floods her pussy with my hot cum, marking her as mine once again.

With my body aching, I roll onto my side to pull my little pet toward me, but when I open my arm, it’s met with a cold pillow. My eyes flare open and find the bed empty, void of her presence.

What the fuck?

Irritation builds in my chest, so I throw off the sheets and head toward the bathroom. Nothing. Then I storm back into the bedroom, swipe my pants off the floor, and shove my feet into them before buttoning them and heading toward the door with fury running through my veins.

I should have chained her to the fucking bed like I usually do, but I let the fact she’s innocent take over my brain. Unlike myself, I allowed her a small part of control, and now it’s biting me in the ass.

After fucking her a dozen times into oblivion, I crashed beside her, spent for the night.

“Massio!” I bark, and meet him halfway down the stairs.

“Sir?” His eyes widen, no doubt a reflection of my frantic state.

“The girl from my bed. Did she sign the contract?” His eyes ping-pong over my face, and I feel myself becoming pissed. “Well?!” I bellow, causing him to jolt.

He swallows, and even the time he takes to do that aggravates me further. “I put it in the office like you asked.”

My chest rises and falls—she never signed the contract. She never signed it because my fucking son was using my office in some sort of roleplay scenario with his wife who was once his teacher. The way she was dressed for the party tells me they were reenacting a scene, and I wince that my mind went there.

“She didn’t sign it,” I state, my voice solemn as I push a hand through my hair.

“Do you want me to track her down?” Massio eyes me skeptically.

Do I?

I want her, badly. But the girl was young, very young, too young for me.

She will want things; things I can’t give her. All Iwant from her is her compliance and her delectable body at my beck and call as my submissive, my pet.

Do I do it? Tell him to track her down and selfishly take what I want, or do I let her go to be the free spirit she clearly wants to be.

“Sir?”

A lump gathers in my throat, and I contemplate my options.

I can’t give women what they want, I never could and never will, and with as much as I marked that girl last night, she marked me more. For the first time in my life, the girl is more than just a pet.

She is mine, and I want her to be.

I claimed her.

“Leave it,” I grunt out, and turn my back, heading up the stairs, already regretting my decision. When I enter the bedroom and her peach scent encompasses me, it only cements it.

The sheets are marked with the perfect blend of our combined juices, her innocence, and my domination.

She was meant to be mine, and I let her go. With my head resting on the door, I remind myself I may be a bad man, but there’s still some good in me. I just proved that, if only to myself.

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