Page 64 of Daddy's Muse
I sucked in a shaky breath, my body already betraying me, leaning closer into him. My heart pounded in my chest as he whispered, “Would you like that, sweetheart?”
I nodded before I could second-guess myself.
His eyes softened, but I could see the satisfaction there, too. “Good. Then come sit with me.” He tugged me gently out of my chair and into his lap, like I weighed nothing. My chest thudded as I curled against him, his arm firm around my waist, anchoring me.
“See?” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. “This is what happens when you trust me. You get everything you need.”
Pappa’s fingers traced up and down my arm, slow enough to make me hyper-aware of every inch of skin. He tipped my chin just so, making me hold his gaze.
“You’ve been so good for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety-smooth.
My breath caught as his thumb brushed over my lower lip, lingering there until I felt my pulse racing.
I swallowed hard. “Wh-what kind of reward?”
He smiled like he’d been waiting for me to ask. “Mmm… let’s see. I could take you shopping, let you pick out some new pajamas. Soft ones, with patterns you like.” His thumb tugged lightly at my lip, and my breath hitched.
“Or maybe I buy you another stuffie—something even bigger than the last one, something you can curl up with when I’m not holding you.” His hand slid to the side of my neck, fingers pressing lightly against my skin, just enough for me to feel how much stronger he was than me.
I shivered. “B-big?”
He chuckled low, the sound making my whole body hum. “As big as you want, baby. You deserve to be spoiled.” He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Or maybe candy. Your favorite kind. I could keep it in the cabinet, just for you.”
My chest rose and fell quickly, like I couldn’t quite get enough air. His words weren’t dirty—nothing like that—but the way he said them, the way his breath ghosted over my skin, it was almost too much.
“Which reward do you want, sweetheart?” His voice dipped lower, teasing, coaxing. “The pajamas? The stuffie? The candy? Or…” He pressed a soft kiss just beneath my ear, making my knees go weak where I sat on his lap. “…do you wantme?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I buried my face against his chest, too flustered to answer.
He laughed softly, cradling the back of my head while he slowly rolled his hips against me, his rigid length rubbing against my crease. “That’s what I thought.”
I whimpered, and my face burned where it pressed against his chest, his warmth sinking into me like I’d never get enough. I wanted to hide, but Bodin’s fingers slid under my chin again, gentle but firm, guiding me to look up at him.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine. “My shy little crybaby. So perfect.”
The intensity in his gaze made my heart pound. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth noticing.
“I’ll give you every reward you can dream of,” he went on, his voice like a caress, “but right now…I think you deservethis.”
Before I could ask what he meant, his mouth claimed mine—no tentative, gentle testing this time, but deep and lingering, his tongue brushing against mine until I gasped into the kiss. His hand slid up into my hair, tugging my roots and holding me steady as though I might float away if he let go.
A shiver ran all the way down my spine. My whole body felt alive, trembling, aching.
He pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, “You taste so sweet. Do you know how badly I want you?”
My answer came out shaky, desperate. “N-no… I mean—I…”
He chuckled, low and rough, making my stomach flip. His hand skimmed down my bare chest, the pads of his fingers brushing over my freckles like he was memorizing every tiny dot. My breath hitched hard, and I couldn’t stop my thighs from pressing tighter around his hips.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Let me feel how much you want me, too.”
I keened, the sound embarrassing but unstoppable. I rocked against his lap, feeling a new need build—a need to be filled.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Pappa whispered fiercely, his voice breaking in a way I’d never heard before. “So beautiful, so mine, so sexy.” He kissed me again, slower this time, almost reverent, while his hands framed my waist, taking control to rock me against him in time with his thrusts.
Every nerve in me was lit up, the world narrowing to just his lips, his touch, his voice telling me I was wanted—no, more than that—claimed.
I washis.
