Page 95 of Don't Call Me Daddy
“Fuck, I want you, Ivy. I want you so bad. It’s all I think about; it’s all I dream about,” he whispers between frantic kisses, hands palming my ass and thighs as he pulls me closer.
I wrap my legs around his waist, craving friction and pressure from whatever piece of him I can get.
He slides his palm over the inside of my thigh, and I’m already so close. I can still taste him on my tongue, and my pussy clenches with need.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks in a low growl as he teases my body, never touching me where I want him to.
“I … I … have an IUD,” I pant as he kisses and sucks along my neck.
I love the way he kisses my body, branding me with hickeys and teeth marks, like he’s claiming me. I want him to claim me. I want everyone to know I belong to him. I want to be a walking billboard with flashing neon lights, letting everyone I come across know that my body belongs to Leo Kingsley … and maybe a little bit of my soul too.
“I’ve never been with anyone without wearing a condom … and even then, it’s beena while. I’m clean.” He brushes a thumb across my cheek as he meets my eyes.
“I trust you.”
We stare at each other like we’re trying to communicate telepathically, and then he says, “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
I nod.
“All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll stop. You understand?” He sits up and pulls off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs, covered in a dusting of hair.
I run my hands over his hard muscle, like I can’t physically keep myself from touching him. He’s so masculine. Everything about him oozes testosterone. He’s powerful, demanding, domineering, and at the same time, he’s nurturing and protective of me. I might not fully understand the extent of his feelings, but I can see glimpses in the way he’s always aware of wherever I am in a room, the way he never takes his eyes off me, and I catch him smiling more and more as time goes on. I don’t think I’m ready to admit how much I’ll miss this … because then maybe it won’t hurt so bad.
“What word?Banana?Pineapple?Shazam?”
He yanks my cropped T-shirt up at the hem and pulls it over my head in a smooth motion, leaving me breathless in my tiny shorts and thin cami bra.
“How aboutstop?” He buries his face in my neck, nipping at my shoulder with his teeth. “It doesn’t have to be that complicated.”
“All right. I think I can remember that … though it usually isn’t part of my vocabulary when I’m having sex.”
“Then, it doesn’t seem like we’ll have any issues … though I don’t know if I’d be so sure, baby girl. I have no intention of taking it easy on you after that prank you pulled upstairs.” He drags my bra strap down my shoulder, covering me in kisses, and repeats the motion on the other side before stripping my bra off completely and tossing it over his shoulder.
A thrill of excitement shoots through me at his not-so-threatening threat. Being with Leo makes me feel more alive than I ever knew possible. Hell, I might have to take up skydiving just to replace the rush of dopamine after this is all over because I am quickly becoming addicted to everything about this man and his lifestyle.
“Jesus, baby, you are so beautiful. I want to embed myself in every inch of your skin.”
He kisses the space between my breasts, the spot that every other guy seems to ignore. I feel like a goddess being worshipped with the way he touches me, like he’s savoring every kiss and brush of my skin. I am the center of his attention, and somehow, that sends a thrill straight to my core.
Sure, I’ve had my fair share of good sex. I needed to distract myself from my pain somehow, and sex always got me out of my head—for a little while anyway. But no one’s ever touched me like this. No one’s ever been able to evoke this longing so deepinside me, this burning desire that feels like I’m discovering a whole new sensation of pleasure every time he touches me.
“Lift your hips,” he tells me as he hooks his fingers around my G-string and slides my panties and shorts off at the same time, leaving me completely bare.
It’s hardly fair that he gets to keep his pants on while I’m helpless and naked beneath him, and I don’t know why but the thought only turns me on more.
“As much as I’d love to take you right here, I’m afraid we still have your punishment to deal with.”
“Or … just hear me out … you could just let me finish the good work I was doing upstairs, and we can call a truce?” I offer, suddenly feeling nervous.
Leo’s lips pull into a smirk. “And what kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t teach my brat the consequences of being naughty?” He doesn’t wait for me to protest, not that I have anything to counter his argument. He lifts me from the bed and carries me across the room to a large X-shaped contraption attached to the wall. “Give me your hands.”
The leather feels a little cold at first as he fastens the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, but I’m quickly warmed by the heat of his gaze. He stands before me, shirtsleeves rolled up to his forearms and his belt still undone, looking like the fucking god of sex—is that a thing? If not, I propose a movement to name him as such.
His eyes roam over me, drinking me in as I stand bare before him, my body yielding to his mercy.
My pussy pulses in anticipation of what he’ll do next, and I wet my lips as if in challenge. “All right,Daddy, now that you have me tied down and helpless, what do you plan on doing with me?”
“Fucking hell.”
