Page 64 of Kneeling for Daddy
He feeds off my desperation like it is intoxicating him. He fucks me harder, pounding into me until the headboard slams against the wall in rhythm with my cries. His balls slap against my ass, the sounds of both echoing through the cabin. We are both covered in sweat and nearing exhaustion, but he doesn’t relent.
“How badly does my little pet need to come?” he breathlessly teases, stroking the thick head of his cock against my clit. I jerk, my thighs squeezing violently around his hips. “Beg pretty for me.”
“Please… Please, Daddy…” My voice breaks as he eases back into me, my entire body trembling and my pussy quivering. He pulls out again when I stop begging, hovering at my entrance, then smearing my slick all over my thighs. I cry in frustration, writhing beneath him in agony. “I want to come all over your cock. Ineedit.”
He grins darkly—pleased—like I finally gave him exactly what he wanted. His lips teasingly travel the length of my neck. “You’re going to come for me, little pet,” he rasps in my ear, biting down hard on my earlobe. “All over my cockwhenI tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes! Please, Daddy… Tell me when…”
With a growl, he slams back into me, thrusting hard and fast. The headboard pounds against the wall as he fucks me into the mattress. My pleas to come turn into broken sobs of pleasure, my nails clawing bloody lines down his back as I struggle to wait for permission. Seconds from breaking, my walls tighten around him, and my body winds tight.
“Open your eyes,” Nik softly demands. His blue eyes bore through me, his whisper flutters over my lips. “I want to watch you come for me.”
The words are my undoing. My screams echo off the cabin walls as I shatter, my entire body convulsing like a bomb went off inside me. Nik grits his teeth, fighting his need to come as he fucks me through my euphoria, but I drag him over the edge with me. He drives deep with a feral groan, his hips sputtering against me and his cock twitching as he spills into me.
Both of us are completely wrecked, and he collapses on top of me. Without pulling himself from me, he rolls us until I’m lying against his sweaty chest. I can feel the rapid thump of his heartbeat against my ear as I struggle to catch my breath. My limbs are leaden and my skin is slick and sore, but every inch of me is satiated.
“My slutty little wife…” he exhales, his fingers brushing the sweat-matted hair from my face. I nod against his chest, tooexhausted to lift my head or speak. I can feel the wetness of his release trickling from where our bodies meet. Even as his cock begins to soften inside me, I feel full of him. I lift my hips slightly to slide off him. “Mine,” he grits, hastily shoving me back over his length. “This is my pussy. You’re going to lie nice and still like a good little pet… And you’re going to keep me inside you, snug and warm, until I’m ready to take you again. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I tighten my thighs against his hips, seating myself over his cock.
“Such a good fucking girl,” He kisses the top of my head, and my body warms with the praise. His fingers trace up and down my spine in a lazy but comforting pattern. He fucks me raw and ruthlessly—like I’m nothing more than a toy for his pleasure—but after, in his arms, I always feel safe and adored. “Mine,” he whispers again. “My wife. My pet. Forever.”
“I… I know,” I breathe, struggling to stay awake through my exhaustion.
“You’re perfect.” He laughs softly and strokes my hair, pressing kisses along my hairline. “Every little thing about you. I fucking love you draped over me, high on bliss.”
His hands rub at my shoulders, tenderly kneading them before his fingertips dust down my spine. They drift lower, gently massaging the ache in my thighs and calves. It sends a fresh ripple of sensation through me—not the sharp edge from before, but a delicious, lingering hum that makes me melt into him. “Are you sore?” he asks, as I let out a moan.
“Yes.” It isn’t a lie. Every muscle in my body is screaming, even my pussy aches from the abuse it just took.
He reaches behind me and pulls the sheet over our bodies, covering me entirely. I nuzzle into his chest, getting comfortable against the hard surface as his arms drape over me. “Get some sleep, my little pet,” he softly insists. I nod, exhaustion and contentment colliding, and allow myself to melt fully against him.
“Are you sure?” My body is humming, overstimulated but loved beyond words.
“Very. You’re going to need it.” His arms wrap tighter around me, ensuring his cock stays deep inside me. “The moment I’m hard, I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you come. I’m going to fuck my tight little pussy until you’re begging me to stop.”
“Oh,” I quietly gasp, excited and nervous all at once, wondering if my body can handle more.
Nik wraps his arms tighter around me, pressing a final, lingering kiss to the crown of my head. “I love you, Ani.”
“I love you, Daddy.” I groggily muster the words before drifting to sleep, listening to the rise and fall of his steady breaths and the lake lapping gently against the shore.
TWO AND A HALF MONTHS LATER
My chest is hammering like a war drum, and my hands are gripping the wheel so tightly that my knuckles blanch white. Every light, every horn, every car in my path is irrelevant—I’m not stopping. I weave between them without a thought in my mind except getting to my destination.
“Saint Matthews.” The voice on the other end of the line was short and clipped when the call came through. “Labor and Delivery.”
A notification pops up on my dash, a text from Ani. I press play, and the computerized voice reads it to me. “Hurry!”
I slam my foot down without thinking, and the world around me becomes a blur of neon and asphalt. The city feels like it’s moving in slow motion, and I’m speeding through a tunnel toward the one thing in this world I would drop everything for. My chest is tight, and adrenaline is coursing through my veins.
The hospital finally appears down the block. I turn into the parking garage and pull into the first open spot, the tires squealing to a halt. I race through the garage to the entrance of the hospital, shoving the doors open as I barge through them. My boots pound against the tile floor as I rush toward the desk.
“Labor and Delivery!” I bark, unable to hold back the raw urgency in my voice. People stare, but I don’t care. My pulse is jackhammering in my ears. “Where… where do I go?”
A nurse lifts her head, clutching the clipboard she’s holding in both hands. “Sir… what floor?”
