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Her answer is a whispered "Yes, Daddy," and any remaining control I possessed shatters completely.
The word sends fire straight to my cock. She's never called me that so naturally before—never acknowledged the dynamic we both crave so explicitly. But hearing it now, seeing the trustand submission in her eyes as she says it, breaks something fundamental inside me.
"Say it again," I command, my hands moving to my belt.
"Yes, Daddy," she repeats, her voice stronger now, more certain. "I'm ready. I want you to claim me completely."
The leather slides through the buckle with a whisper of sound that seems deafening in the quiet room. My slacks follow, hitting the floor with my boxers, and finally I'm as naked as she is.
Her eyes widen as she takes in my full length, thick and hard and aching for her. I'm not a small man, and I can see the flicker of nervousness in her expression.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," I murmur, settling beside her on the bed. "I'm going to take my time with you. Make sure you're ready for me."
By morning, she will be completely transformed into the woman she was always meant to be.
Mine.
Chapter seventeen
Kyra
"Yes, Daddy," I repeat, my voice stronger now, more certain. "I'm ready. I want you to claim me completely."
When his slacks and boxers hit the floor, I finally see all of him—thick and hard and intimidating in the flickering light. My mouth goes dry. He's so much bigger than Aaron, so much more... everything. Nervous anticipation coils in my stomach as he settles beside me on the silk sheets. It’s so different compared to before, when he stayed clothed with me. Now, he’s here, naked.
"You're beautiful," I breathe, my eyes tracing the defined muscles of his chest, the silver threading through his dark hair. "I never expected... I mean, for a man your age..."
"Careful," he warns with a chuckle. "Are you saying I'm old?"
"I'm saying you're perfect." My hand reaches out to press against his chest where I can feel his heart racing. "And all mine."
When my fingers wrap around his length, hot and heavy in my palm. He groans and his eyes flutter closed, and I feel a surgeof feminine power at his reaction. His hips jerk involuntarily at my touch, and I can see the war playing out across his features—the desire to let me explore warring with his need to maintain control.
"That night in my study," he says roughly, "I wanted to bend you over my desk and show you what a real man could do to you. Make you forget my pathetic son existed."
"Why didn't you?"
"Because you weren't ready then. Still thought you loved him." His hand covers mine, stilling my movements but not removing my touch. "But you were never his, were you? Even when you thought you were."
"No," I admit, my thumb swiping across the head of his cock and spreading the moisture I find there. "I think I've been yours since that first day in your study. I just couldn't admit it to myself."
"Kyra," he warns, his voice rough. "If you keep touching me like that—"
"What?" I stroke him slowly, marveling at the velvet-soft skin over steel hardness. "What will you do, Daddy?"
The word sends a visible shudder through him. His hand covers mine, stilling my movements. "I'll lose what little control I have left."
"Good," I breathe, leaning up to press my lips to his throat. "I don't want your control. I want all of you."
A growl tears from his very core. He pins my hands above my head with one of his, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that's pure possession. His tongue invades my mouth, claiming and demanding, and I surrender to it completely.
"I'm going to mark you," he warns, his voice dark with promise. "Inside and out. When I'm done with you, there won't be a single inch of your body that doesn't know who it belongs to."
"Do it," I challenge, meeting his gaze boldly. "Mark me. Claim me. Make me yours in every way that matters."
Fire flashes in his eyes. Suddenly his mouth is on my throat, his teeth scraping against sensitive skin. Not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to send shockwaves of sensation through my entire body. He works his way down, leaving a trail of marks that will be visible tomorrow, evidence of what we've done.
When he reaches my breasts, he takes his time, lavishing attention on each one until my nipples are red and swollen from his mouth. Every touch sends electricity straight to my core, building the pressure that's been coiling inside me since he first kissed me in the bathroom.
