Page 54 of Kneeling for Daddy
Even as I gag and tears trickle down my cheeks, my pussy grows wetter knowing that I’m pleasing him. “Such a good fucking girl,” Nik praises, gently using the leash to pull my mouth from his length. “As much as I’d love to spill down your throat, I have other plans for you.”
Nik takes a step, and I drop onto my hands. The leash tugs, and I obey his silent command. Crawling across the floor, with my thighs rubbing together to quell the need between them, I follow behind him. He sinks into the plush cushion of the couch, and I dutifully take my place on my knees between his feet. “Could you be more perfect?” he asks, petting my hair as I lay my spittle-covered jaw on his inner thigh. Nik leans forward and presses his lips to mine. Pulling back a hair, he gravelly whispers, “Climb onto my lap.”
Pulling at the leash as he leans back into the couch, Nik forces me to scramble onto the couch and straddle his thighs. His hands cup my ass, and he drags me up until his cock is resting against my pussy. “Ride my cock,” he demands, grabbing my waist and lifting me just high enough to position his tip to my entrance. We both groan as he slides me down his length. “Let me spend my night watching you make yourself come.”
I hesitate for a moment, not used to Nik relinquishing control. The leash tugs lightly when he splays his arms across the back of the couch, and I swirl my hips. I ride him slowly at first, my movements growing more and more rushed as I work myself to the edge. His eyes roam hungrily over my body—fixed on my face, the heave of my breasts, and the roll of my hips—intent on not missing a thing. His stare burns through me and has my pussy quivering. Gripping his shoulders, I grind down and come with a soft cry.
Nik slides his hand along my thigh, urging me to keep going. I riding him, the silk of the leash fluttering against my skin as his hands roam over every inch of me. His eyes don’t deviate from my body for a second as I work myself over his length, coming for him again and again. Each orgasm wrecks me harder than the last—quickly becoming both a pleasure and a curse—and his gaze sharpens with the feral joy of a man watching my body respond to his. I ride him until my body feels too heavy and exhausted to continue.
“Keep going, little pet,” Nik insists, carefully placing each of my hands on top of his knees. A moan rattles from me, his cock suddenly hitting every sensitive inch inside of me. His hand runs down the length of my spine, pulling the leash taut by the time he cups my ass—forcing me to arch my back and take him even deeper. My nails dig into him—marking him with tiny crescents—trying desperately to anchor myself and keep going for him. He guides my movements, bouncing me over every inch of his shaft until my thighs are trembling and I’m screaming his name. “I fucking love watching you come. I know you’re tired, but Daddy needs a little more out of you.”
His hold on my ass grows bruisingly tight, and he slams into me from below. He drives upward, thrusting into me as the collar chokes me. My head tips back, and my muscles clench as another wave takes me, stronger and more consuming than the last. “Such a good girl. That’s it.” The words are like oxygen, fueling the fire. I give him everything until my muscles burn and the room is spinning. His fingers dig into me, blurring pleasure and pain, as his face contorts. He violently pulls me over him as he thrusts deep, a groan rattling from the depths of his lungs, “Fuuuuuuuck.”
He releases his firm hold on me and the leash as he comes, and I crumple against his rapidly rising and sweaty chest, the couch swallowing us both. I can feel his heartbeat—steady and loud against my ear—as his arms wrap around me. While I’m struggling to catch my breath, he cups my face with one rough hand and tilts my head up, looking at me like he’s memorizing every contour of my features. He kisses me, soft but deep, stealing what little air I have left. His breath hot against my lips, he pants, “I love you so fucking much, little pet.”
His vow feels as tangible as the tether connecting my throat to his hand. I allow myself to feel entirely, completely cherished, knowing that he will guard me, our life, ourfuture, with everything he is. And I can’t deny it any longer. My voice is thin—breathy as I gasp, trying to fill my lungs—barely more than a whisper. “I love you too, Daddy.”
Ani’s body is soft and warm against mine, her head tucked under my chin and breath feathering across my chest. The sheets are twisted around us, with her leg lazily draped over mine. I run my hand slowly up and down her thigh, savoring the quiet of the morning.
She fits perfectly here.
My little pet.
I press my lips to her hair and murmur, “As much as I love you naked and tangled in me, we should get dressed.” My palm slides to the small of her hip, giving a tender squeeze. “We need to tell my brothers… and your brother.”
Her head snaps up slightly, hazel eyes wide, lips parting in protest. “It’s far too soon to be tellinganyone.”
I catch her chin gently between my fingers, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Ani, my little pet, I don’t keep secrets from my family.” My voice is low, firm. This isn’t something I’ll bend on. Our child growing inside of her needs to be protected as fiercely asshe does, and my brothers can’t do that if they don’t know she is pregnant.
“You’re impossible.”
“We can argue about this, but know, I will win.” She chews on her lip, her shoulders tightening like she wants to fight me on this, but I see the moment she caves. A tiny sigh, accompanied by a reluctant nod and eye roll she thinks I don’t see. I press a kiss to her forehead, unable to fight the smug smile pulling at my lips.
I grab my phone from the nightstand and type out a group text to Enzo, Cillian, and Alek.
Kings Temptation. Two hours.
That is all I send. It is all Ineedto.
Ani pushes onto her elbows, narrowing her eyes at me. “Two hours? Nik, it’s no more than twenty minutes from here.”
Smirking, I roll out of bed, dragging her with me until she squeals and swats at my shoulder. “You need to eat for two now, little pet. We’ve been in bed all morning, and I plan to get some food in you before we go anywhere.”
I drag on sweats, and then tug one of my shirts over her head. Oversized on her frame, it swallows her whole.And I fucking love it. She grumbles at me, but the corners of her lips twitch.She secretly loves my clothes more than her closet full of designer dresses.I lead her to the kitchen, lifting her onto a stool at the island.
“Sit. Don’t move.” She crosses her arms but watches me with that soft gaze I would kill to see every day.
I pull ingredients from the cabinet and start mixing batter, whisking until it’s smooth. When the pan is hot, I pour it onto the skillet, and the smell of pancakes fills the kitchen. Ani props her chin on her hand, watching me with an expression halfway between amusement and disbelief. “You know, for someone who carves his enemies open for sport, you make a decent house-husband.”
Glancing over my shoulder at her, I smile. “Careful, little pet, or I’ll remind youexactlywhat kind of husband I am.”
Her laughter echoes around the apartment, and it’s a sound I want etched into my memory forever.
After sliding a plate of pancakes in front of her, I add butter and syrup. “Eat.”
She gives me an exaggerated eye roll but digs in—humming at the first bite—and satisfaction warms my chest.
Hawk and Gunnar follow behind us in a Suburban, like shadows as we drive toward Kings Temptation. By the time we pull up to the club, Ani is less anxious about sharing our news, though her hand is still gripping mine tightly.
