Page 72 of Daddy's Christmas Obsession
She meets my eyes as I push inside, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp. Even after everything we've shared, she still feels impossibly tight, her body gripping me like she never wants to let me go.
I start to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with deliberate force. "My perfect little queen. My beautiful, ruthless partner."
"Yes," she moans, her legs wrapping around my waist. "I love being yours. I love being what you made me."
"What we made together," I correct, picking up the pace. "This is who you were always meant to be. This is who you chose to become."
Each thrust drives home the truth of what she's accepted, what she's embraced. She's not just my lover anymore—she's my equal, my partner in every dark corner of my world.
"Harder," she demands, her nails raking down my back. "Show me what it means to be yours."
I comply with pleasure, my hips snapping against hers with enough force to make the headboard hit the wall. She meets each thrust with equal passion, taking everything I give her and demanding more.
"You're incredible," I groan against her neck. "So perfect, taking my cock like you were made for it. Like you were made for me."
"I was made for you," she gasps, her body starting to tighten around me. "Every part of me belongs to you now."
"That's right. Your brilliant mind, your beautiful body, your dark soul—all mine." I slide my hand between us, finding her clit and circling it with firm pressure. "Come for me, queen. Show me how good it feels to embrace what you really are."
The combination of my words, my touch, and the relentless rhythm of my cock sends her over the edge. She screams my name as her orgasm tears through her, her body convulsing around me with such intensity that I can barely hold back my own release.
"Beautiful," I murmur, working her through every wave of pleasure. "So fucking beautiful when you surrender to me."
When she finally goes limp beneath me, I'm still hard inside her, still desperate for my own relief. But I want to savor this moment, this perfect synthesis of power and submission.
"Turn over," I command. "I want to take you from behind. Want to claim you the way an alpha claims his mate."
She rolls onto her hands and knees without hesitation, presenting herself to me with shameless eagerness. The sight of her like this with ass in the air, back arched, completely open and vulnerable, nearly makes me come on the spot.
"Such a good girl," I praise, running my hands over the curve of her ass. "So eager to please Daddy."
I slide back inside her from this angle. From here, I can reach places that make her cry out with each thrust, and can control her completely.
"You feel so good," she moans, pushing back against me. "So deep. So perfect."
"This is how it's going to be from now on," I tell her, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "You, underneath me, taking everything I give you. My perfect, obedient queen."
"Yes," she gasps. "Always. I'll always be yours."
I reach around to stroke her clit again, feeling her body start to tighten around me once more. "Come again for me. Show me how much you love being claimed."
She doesn't last long under the dual assault of my cock and my fingers. Her second orgasm hits even harder than the first, her walls clenching around me so tight that I finally lose control.
"Fuck," I growl, my release building at the base of my spine. "Going to fill you up, mark you from the inside. Going to make sure you never forget who you belong to."
"Please," she begs. "Come inside me, Daddy. Mark me as yours."
Her words push me over the edge. I bury myself as deep as possible and let go, emptying myself inside her with a groan that seems torn from my very soul. The intensity of it leaves me shaking, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what we've just shared.
When I finally pull out of her, she collapses forward onto the mattress, breathing hard. I gather her against my side, both of us slick with sweat and completely sated.
"That was incredible," she murmurs against my chest.
"That was a celebration," I correct, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "A celebration of what you've become. What we've become together."
She looks up at me with eyes that are completely transformed from the innocent girl who arrived here three days ago. "I don't regret any of it. The manipulation, the lies, what I just did to Aaron—I don't regret any of it."
"Good," I say with satisfaction. "Because this is just the beginning. Now that you've proven yourself, now that you'veembraced who you really are, I can show you everything. The full scope of what we can build together."
