Page 49 of Domination

“Yes, I do, Daddy.”

Gracie

He knows I have a secret.

“Maybe you shouldn’t, Little Pet.” His kisses stoke the embers of the flames threatening to burn me from the inside out. “Maybe you signed your life away to be caged in eternity with a savage.”

Maybe it’s my destiny to be in a cage. Like a bird with clipped wings. Always yearning to see the beauty and freedom that lies beyond the steel bars. I’ve come to accept the fact I’ll never know what it feels like to stretch my wings because they’ll never have a chance to grow.

“Maybe eternity is my cage, and the savage is my life,” I reply cooly, feeling anything but inside.

Did I just admit I want to stay with him? “You don’t mean that, little one.” I sway against him as his kisses send a flurry of excitement over me.

“Yes, I do, Daddy.” With my face resting on his chest, I feel his heart skip a beat, and I revel in the fact I’m having the same effect on him as he has on me.

“You spoil me with your innocence, Little Pet.”His thick hand rocks me back and forth over his lap, and his length thickens against my leg, causing me to clench my thighs together.

The server breaks the silence when he places down the food and drinks, not making eye contact with Vinny or me. Vinny leans over and pulls a plate toward me, then selects a multitude of fresh fruits to place on the plate.

“Open,” he grunts, bringing a strawberry to my mouth. I do as he asks. “That’s a good girl,” he praises.

One after the other, he selects items, then wipes the corner of my mouth with the napkin, causing butterflies to swirl in my stomach. “Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, please.”

His cock jumps when I speak, and I bite into my lip to stifle the moan building in my chest.

He reaches for the orange juice and pours me a fresh glass, then brings the glass to my lips and holds the back of my head while guiding me toward the glass. “Good girl for taking your juice.”

My pussy clenches at the way he cares for me, and when his hand strokes over my hair and down my spine, tingling follows in its wake.

He shifts in his chair, then, with his free hand, he strokes over the hard length of his cock. “I haven’t given you your vitamins today,” he mumbles on a low chuckle.

I lean forward and place a kiss on his throat, and he hisses through his teeth. “I want it.” I breathe him in before pulling back, and when he turns his head to face me, his pupils are blown and desire mars his features. He looks two seconds away from exploding. Two seconds away from throwing me on the table and fucking me withthe savage power I know he possesses. Slickness coats my thighs with each heavy breath he takes. “You’re a little slut for Daddy, aren’t you?”

Arousal clouds my vision, and I sway in his arms, the headiness of our interaction taking its toll on me. He commands every part of me, and I welcome it. “Yes,” I pant.

“Hmm, I bet you’d do whatever I asked of you, wouldn’t you, Little Pet?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His eyes blaze with fire, and his nostrils flare. “Pre-cum is leaking from the tip of my cock, and I want nothing more than to spill it over these delectable lips.” He uses his thumb to roughly swipe over my bottom lip. “Cover your pretty little face in my warm cum and leave it there so everyone can see who marked you.” He strokes up my cheek and then back down, all the way to my neck where he wraps his hand around my throat. His fingers twitch against me. “I’d force my thick cock so deep inside your throat you wouldn’t be able to breathe. Tell me, Little Pet, would you like that too?”

Why the hell do I like the sound of that so much? His roughness as well as his tenderness.

All I can do is nod. All other coherent thoughts are banished, like I’m under his command.

He chuckles, breaking the spell of consumption. Then his fingers flex against my delicate skin, and he tilts me back. “Open your mouth, Little Pet.”

My eyes ping-pong over his face, searching for his reasoning, but with his hand around my throat, I don’t care why he wants me in this position. Truthfully, he canhave me any way he craves. I open my mouth, and he leans over me, his solid, taut form filled with brutality as he lowers his face toward mine and ever so slowly delivers a stream of spittle into my mouth, over my lips, and finally, down my neck. His eyes glint with lust, and a hum of approval grunts from deep inside him.

Then without warning, he pulls me upright, coated in his spit. “You can swallow it, Gracie.” He lifts me to my feet, and I sway with a lightheadedness from the shock of his actions while my clit throbs, eager for more. “Come. We have shopping to do.” He taps my ass as he rises from his chair, leaving me astounded and confused. My body sways in the haze of lust he’s placed me in.

How can he be so aroused one minute, then it’s gone just as quick?

A deep chuckle reverberates from him, and I focus my gaze on his. When his thumb rubs over my cheek, I feel the wetness of his spittle being rubbed into my skin. “You look stunned, Little Pet. It’s fucking adorable and such a turn-on seeing my spit on your chest.” My hand moves toward it, but he pushes it away. “Leave it there, I like seeing it.” His eyes blaze with an intoxicating intensity threatening every atom inside me. Then he dusts his lips lightly over my cheek followed by a seductive lick of his lips. “Don’t worry, be a good girl, and Daddy will tend to that ache between your legs.”

My eyes widen; how does he know?

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