Page 61 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
“Sounds like something you should be punished for, baby girl. Don’t you think?”
A fire sparks behind her eyes before it simmers to settle into the game. This back and forth that she’ll win in the end. When I let her.
This round, I sink two fingers inside her pussy, stretching her open a little further. Because let’s face it, I’m going to fuck her before this is over, and she’ll need the prep if she’s going to take my cock.
Digits gliding in, twisting and tapping and thrusting, her pleasure coats me generously, and it takes so little time to lift her to that edge again.
Her noises of protest are weaker this time. Harper has given in, and she’s taking her punishment like a good girl.
My muscles tighten at the submission. My cock hard and throbbing and ready for me to thoroughly fuck the sense out of her. To give into the daydreams haunting me alongside the real woman pushing every damn button I have.
Testing my hard-won patience, I let her cool down a little longer, sweeping my palms over her skin until her breathing evens out. The dreaminess in her features riles me up even further. Total trust.
She’s not afraid of me. Of what I might ask of her. Of what I might do to her.
Others have given me control before. It’s almost a pre-requisite for entering my bed, but there’s always at least a hint of fear. Not that I blame them.
But not Harper. Maybe that’s why the tightness in my chest twists when I have her like this. She’s not afraid of me. Not at all.
And maybe she should be.
I descend on her again, intent on making her cry out. It takes a little longer than the last two, but she’s getting louder the closer I let her get to climax. Her cry comes right before I rip my mouth away from her.
This time, I settle her back on the couch and stand, hand already undoing my belt as she blinks at me in surprise. Disappointment?
“Get on your knees.”
She slithers off the couch, kneeling in front of me with her big, luminous eyes shining in the dim office light. Her skirt stays bunched around her waist, and she makes no move to pull it down.
I unzip my pants and take myself in my hand.
Her gaze shifts immediately, licking her lips like a fucking succubus.
I step closer. “You’re going to suck my cock, and you’re not allowed to touch yourself.”
That glint in her eyes flashes with a warning. She’ll disobey if she can.
“Hands on my thighs. No sneaky moves to make yourself come. Spread those knees.”
Harper obeys, spreading herself open and running her palms up my thighs. Mouth parted and waiting.
“Yeah, baby girl. Just like that. Now suck my fucking cock like you mean it.”
And god, she does.
Mouth open wide, her one hand replaces mine, guiding me into that wet heat. Her tongue slides over my shaft, and I watch myself disappear between those lips inch by inch until she’s taking all of me.
That’s not a small feat.
Once her mouth has full control, her palm rests back on my thigh. Good. Obedient. Practiced.
That thought has my hand sinking into her hair, tipping her head back to fit better down her throat. She briefly gags before she adjusts, eyes glazing over as I give her shallow thrusts.
“Where did you learn to suck a cock like this? How much practice do you have taking a cock down that throat? Huh?” I thrust myself into her steady and strong. Tears form in the corners of her eyes, but everything about her is relaxed, willing to take whatever I give her.
Fuck, it’s hot. My hand tightens around the mass of hair in my grip.
Complete submission. It makes me want to come like this, although I rarely do.
