Page 26 of Kneeling for Daddy
Without warning, he thrusts hard, burying himself to the hilt. I scream—a high-pitched mix of pleasure and pain—as my legs ensnare his waist, pulling him tighter and trying to drag him deeper. A feral, guttural groan rattles in his chest, and he tenses, using every bit of effort not to lose control. “Fuck, Ani. Your tight little pussy is going to fucking destroy me.”
He sets a punishing rhythm, each stroke branding me from the inside out as he leaves his mark across my chest with his teeth. “Mine,” he snarls against my neck. “Say it.”
I can’t—or I won’t—but my body heeds his command. I come for him over and over, the walls of my pussy quivering around his glorious cock, silently saying everything my mouth won’t. “Fuuuuuck,” he moans, slamming into me once more. His hips quiver, and his cock throbs as he spills his release deep inside me.
He collapses on top of me, pinning me with his weight, both of us slick with sweat, and our chests heaving as we try to catch our breaths. Nik pushes onto his side and tenderly tucks a sweaty tendril of hair behind my ear.
Staring up at him, I don’t see the man I hate. I see my protector… my addiction.
And, God help me, I see my ruin.
When I finally force myself to get up from the couch, Ani’s body is limp beside me. The fight is gone from her muscles, but I know better than to believe it’s gone entirely.And fuck, it’s not like I’d ever want her to completely give in to me.But, for this moment, she lets me have her.
I carry her into the bathroom, one arm under her bare thighs and the other around her back, anchoring her against my chest. Her cheek rests just below my shoulder, damp hair clinging to her still-flushed face and sticking to my bare skin. She’s silent except for the faintest little sighs, blowing her breath warm onto me.
When I set her on the counter between the double sinks, her trembling thighs fall slightly open, and it almost undoes me again. The aftermath of what I did to her—whatwedid—is smeared across her thighs and the swollen lips of her pussy.And it’s fucking beautiful. She sits on display, watching me, wary but curious, as I soak a cloth in warm water, the sting of the sudsy water on my split knuckles making me grit my teeth.
After wringing out the excess water, I carefully wipe the sweat and mascara trails from her pinkened face. I submerge the cloth to rinse it and squeeze away the extra suds. Kneeling before her, I bring the warm, wet cloth between her legs and gently wipe away the mess I left behind. Her breath hitches—barely—and I glance up to find her golden-hazel eyes staring at me, watching me with curiosity.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I mutter, shaking my head as I drag the cloth gently up her inner thigh.
“Like what?” Her voice is raspy but sharp.
“Like you’re surprised I’d take care of you.”
Her gaze flickers, just for a second, and then she scoffs with a bratty roll of her eyes. “I’m not surprised. You’re a control freak. This is just another way to make sure I don’t forget that you’resupposedlyin charge.”
Despite myself, I smirk, running the cloth deliberately slowly up her pussy until her thighs quiver. “If that helps you sleep at night, little pet, you keep telling yourself that.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t move or push me away.Because she knows I’m right.When I finish cleaning her, I quickly clean our cum from my cock and toss the dirtied cloth into the hamper. I strip off my ruined slacks and toss them into the corner, making a mental note to ensure they find their way into the trash tomorrow.
I quickly snake my arms around her waist and scoop her up, ignoring her squeak of protest, as I pull her back into me. She parts her lips, a sharp retort ready, but I don’t give her the chance. “I know youcanwalk, but right now you’re going to let me take care of you.” I carry her to the bed. My bed.Ourbed.I lay her on the cool sheets and slide in beside her. Without hesitation, I drag her small, naked body against me—one arm wrapped firmly around her waist and the other finding its way into her long golden locks.
For the first time, she doesn’t fight me. She doesn’t stiffen like she is uncomfortable with this type of intimacy. Instead, she melts. Her cheek presses to my chest, and her warm breaths feather across my soft against my skin as the soft thud of her heart slows until it is synced with mine.
I can’t stop staring at her. At the way her lashes flutter against her rouged cheeks… or the way her lips are still swollen from our brutal kisses… But most of all, at the way she tucks herself into me even as she tries so fucking hard to convince herself she doesn’t want this. If she could see what I do, she would never be able to deny it.She’s mine.
“This doesn’t mean I like you,” she mutters after a long silence, her lie muffled against my chest.
I huff a laugh, pressing a kiss into her hair. “Maybe not. But it sure as hell means you don’t hate me as much as you think you do.”
Her fingers twitch, like she wants to shove me away but can’t quite find the strength. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“I don’t need to. You’re curled up on my chest, letting me hold you after I fucked you senseless, and about to fall asleep in my arms. That’s all the flattery I need.”
“God, you’re fucking insufferable,” she grumbles, smacking a weak slap against my ribs. I catch her hand, threading my fingers through hers and splaying it flat against my chest.
“That may be, little pet, but according to the State of New York, you’re fucking stuck with me.” She lets out a heavy sigh, but there isn’t a peep of argument from her. My fingers tangling in her locks, I share, “And I would do it again.”
“What? Marry me?” she quips with sass.
Yes.
Swallowing down my answer to her rhetorical question, I slip my fingers under her chin and tilt her face toward mine so she has no choice but to meet my eyes. “Don’t mistake me, Ani… I’m not sorry. Not for one fucking second. I would have killed him for having the audacity to touch you.”
“I know,” she replies on a soft exhale that tells me I’ve slipped into her heart in ways she doesn’t want to face. Ani nuzzles herself tighter into me, and I wrap my arms protectively around her.
We lie in silence, apart from our soft breaths and the occasional rustle of the sheets. Minutes pass. Maybe hours. Time feels different with Ani. I pull her tighter against me, burying my face in her hair andinhaling the sweet, lilac scent of her.
