Page 60 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
Hurting her.
I see fucking red.
Her touch at my throat, fingers loosening my tie, it calms me down.
Harper shakes her head. “Well, I’m going to find those bastards.”
Those chilly fingers find their way under my collar, against my skin, and her touch is threatening to overheat me.
It drags my thoughts to the way her tits look under that shirt. How it’s unbuttoned an extra button from my morning approval.
The pale undersides of her cheeks and bare thighs under that skirt as it rides up to her hips.
To how long the pink lasts on her skin after a good spanking.
The way she called me “Daddy.”
The things I read in her fucking diary.
I keep the reins on, and my mouth drops to hers. Kissing her is intense, a dance of dominance. One that I slowly win as she melts under me.
She grabs my jacket lapels in both hands, her body swaying toward me, her knees pressing into my hips.
Oliver told me not to let her come, and I’ll make her wait as long as I can.
But I want too much from her to not break her completely.
The soft noise at the back of her throat tightens her hold on me, and I push up her skirt and grab her by the hips. They’re so full and meaty, and I can sink my fingers into her. It’s addictive.
I adjust her so I can spread her thighs apart. Mmm. Her scent, the arousal, it drives me harder. I pull away from her mouth and draw down her white panties. God. Her innocence. Carefully covered with her attitude. It’s tantalizing.
And her pussy is sopping wet. A growl rumbles in my chest. “Look at this little pussy. It looks delicious.”
I descend upon her, devouring her core as she rewards me with a soft cry. Tasting her. Teasing her folds, sucking on her clit until she’s shaking.
When she bares down, I retreat and soak in her whimper, the way she reaches for me. I blow across her wetness.
Her adorable huff tells me I hit my mark. I’ve halted her climb to an orgasm.
I peer up at her, and her pout almost has me smiling. I hide it with a kiss to her inner thighs, and then I slide a finger into her, prodding until her breath hitches, and I’m building her up again. She’s so fucking tight.
So responsive, so willing to give into the pleasure, to give into me. All of that attitude disappears when I have her tangled up like this.
Harper is so ready to come for me. Her hips make micromovements, seeking the end we’ve both been instructed not to allow her.
“So willing to disobey us.”
“Mmm.” Her voice is strangled by her pants. “I’m not.”
I hum and lay a sucking kiss on her clit. She yelps softly, jerking under my mouth. “Oliver told you not to come until he said you could.”
She whimpers again.
“So what would you call what you’re doing right now?”
The silence spreads between us, accentuated by her ragged breaths as I find a spot that makes her core ripple around my finger. She whines again. “Trying to come.”
This time I hum against her swollen clit, making her gasp and moan. I let her get close again before I pull free of her.
