Page 62 of Daddy's Christmas Obsession
"You," I whisper. "I belong to you, Victor. Only you."
"That's right." He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, and I whimper. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
When he slides back in, the friction is incredible. Every ridge and vein seems to hit a different spot inside me, sending sparks through my entire nervous system. I can't help the moan that escapes my lips.
"There's my girl," he says with approval, establishing a slow, deep rhythm that has me gasping beneath him. "Let me hear you. Don't hold back those beautiful sounds."
Each thrust sends shockwaves through my body, hitting places inside me I didn't even know existed. The angle is perfect, the depth overwhelming, and I can already feel another climax building despite having come twice already.
"You feel incredible," he groans against my neck, his pace gradually increasing. "Better than I ever imagined. So tight and hot and perfect around my cock."
The possessive words send another spike of arousal through me. "Faster," I beg, my nails digging into his back. "Please, I need more, Daddy."
"Greedy little girl," he says with dark amusement, but he complies. His thrusts become more demanding, more forceful, and I meet each one with desperate hunger.
The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall with increasing frequency.
"Look at you," he says, his voice rough with his own approaching need. "Taking my cock so perfectly. Like you were born for this. Born to be mine."
"Yes," I gasp, my back arching as he hits that perfect spot inside me again and again. "God, yes, I was made for this. Made for you."
"That's right." His hand slides between us, finding my clit and circling it with expert precision. "My perfect girl. My beautiful little slut."
The degrading endearment sends me spiraling toward another climax. ‘Fuck, Daddy!”
"I love watching you lose control," he continues, his fingers working my clit while maintaining that punishing rhythm. "Love seeing you fall apart for me. No one else will ever make you feel like this."
"No one," I agree breathlessly. "Only you. Always you."
The combination of his words, his touch, and the relentless pressure of his cock inside me sends me over the edge again. I scream as the climax tears through me, my body convulsing around him in waves that seem to go on forever. Through the haze of pleasure, I feel him follow me over, his rhythm finally faltering as his own release overtakes him.
"Fuck, Kyra," he groans, his cock pulsing inside me as he empties himself. "So perfect. So fucking perfect."
The warmth of his come triggers aftershocks that make me clench around him again, drawing another groan from his throat. We stay locked together, both shaking from the intensity of what just happened.
When we finally separate, my body feels empty without him, already craving his return.
"Come here," he murmurs, pulling me against his side. I curl into him gratefully, my head on his chest where I can hear his heart gradually slowing.
I let out a long, content sigh. "I understand now why you were so confident. Why you knew I'd choose you."
"And why is that?"
"Because no one else could ever compare to this. To you." I look up at him, seeing satisfaction and something deeper in hiseyes. "You've ruined me for anyone else, just like you said you would."
"Good," he says with fierce possessiveness. "That was always the plan."
I'm sated and claimed and completely his, and right now that feels like exactly where I'm supposed to be. "I love you," I whisper against his chest, the words coming easy. Natural.
"I love you too," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "More than you'll ever know. More than I thought myself capable of."
As I drift toward sleep, Victor's hand stroking my hair, I can't imagine wanting anyone but the man holding me.
The man who planned every detail of my seduction, who orchestrated my downfall and my salvation in equal measure. The man who saw what I needed before I knew it myself and was patient enough to wait for me to realize it too.
My captor. My savior. My future.
Mine.
