Page 80 of Hush Darling
“Not because I fucked you or called you names.”
“No. I did everything you asked, but you punished me anyway.”
He frowned. His taking some air was not meant to punish her. It was meant to bring clarity about her purpose here. And why was he suddenly justifying his choices? She was lucky she didn’t nick an artery or hit his kidney.
“The only thing your outburst proved is that you can’t be trusted alone. That’s going to complicate matters for you.”
Her lips formed a firm line, and she shook her head. Did she regret not doing more damage now that her predicament had changed?
He pushed her, letting her twirl on her toes while he thought about what to do with her next. “I took exactly what you offered.”
She scowled, but pain hid in the depths of her stare. Pain he put there by not fully considering her feelings.
His memory flashed to a time when he’d been left utterly alone in a frightening place, his family and comforts long gone. The recollection knocked the wind out of him. He remembered crying—not because of his lashings or empty stomach but because he didn’t understand why his mother or Sister Nagina couldn’t love him. Their neglect was never their fault. He’d always internalized it and made it his own.
Was that how he made her feel? Abandoned and undeserving. He’d threatened to break her, but never in that way.
He lowered the chain, taking the strain off her arms. “Take a deep breath.”
As much as she might hate him, she still obeyed and took a long breath. He could hear her dismay through the jagged way the air entered her lungs.
“Let it out slowly.” Her brow softened as she looked up at him. There was so much longing in her eyes that he found it hard to deny her anything in that moment.
Tracing his fingers over her cheek, he lowered his voice. “Good girl.”
It was the praise he vowed not to offer, but she was a good girl, doing exactly as she was told, accepting that he was in total command, and she deserved a reward more than she deserved any punishment.
Her lashes lowered, and she nuzzled into his hand, soft and utterly trusting.
For a split second, he imagined what it would feel like to have her there by choice. He quickly shoved the insane thought away. She would have never stolen that knife if she wanted to be here.
“Let me make it all better.” Slipping into the chair, he caught her hips and positioned her knees on the upholstered arms, forcing her to use her core muscles so she didn’t fall. He caught her hips and dragged her to his face, sliding his tongue through her slit.
Her breath quickened, and she panicked when he licked her again. “Wait?—”
“Not a chance. Daddy’s hungry.” He swirled his tongue around her clit. “Mmm… You taste sweet, like innocence and privilege, yet salty with my claim.”
“You can’t?—"
“Hush.” He dove in and didn’t let up until she learned those words didn’t work on him. “There’s a good girl.” Closing his lips around her swollen clit he sucked hard, using his tongue to tease her to climax.
A deep red flush covered her breast as he stripped away whatever sense of modesty she had left. As soon as she came, he pushed her toward another climax, never giving her a chance to come down. Pleasure built to an intensity that bordered on pain, and he watched the moment she succumbed to surrender, losing herself in a place of bliss and torment where she no longer had to think. She only had to feel.
“That’s it. Look how your body responds to me.” He fed his fingers into her, pumping quickly as she lost control to another orgasm. His chest was soaked, but he still wanted more. He wanted every drop of her pleasure and the final say over her pain.
“Please, it’s too much.”
“Take it like a good girl.” Hooking his fingers inside of her, he teased the spot that made her cry out. He drank every drop that spilled from her. “Beautiful.”
She folded forward, weak and tired, but he was far from done.
He stroked her spine, giving her a small reprieve. “Just relax and let Daddy take care of you.”
He lowered her into the chair and dropped to his knees, devouring her softly. A single touch jolted her like an electric shock, but she made no objection as he ate his fill of her pretty, pink pussy.
He lifted her back onto his lap once he’d had his fill. “See how much you gain when you truly let go?”
Cradling her close, he stroked the swollen lips of her sex. She shivered in the aftershock of so many orgasms. He petted her softly, hoping to soothe any aches that already set in.
