“Yes,” My voice was harsh, a croak against his rough timbre, “I loved it. I thought I was going to come. I was shaking so bad. I wanted to.”
“You saved it for me, though, didn't you?” He asked, his fingers moving faster as I nodded. “I promised you could touch yourself if you took your punishment earlier. Do you want me to reward you now, or do you just want me to take care of you?”
I nodded, my brain beyond reasoning or voicing anything else.
“Alex,” he sing-songed, “You have to choose one, or daddy will choose one for you.”
“Inside me,” I begged him, “Please, I need you inside me.”
Thankfully he didn’t seem to be in the mood to tease me any more than that.
Bryce pulled back, and I missed the comfort of his hand wrapped around my throat, but he more than made up for it when he rested his palm against my chin, thrusting his wet fingers inside my mouth.
I moaned around them, tasting the salt of his skin mixing with the sweetness of my own juices. I couldn’t keep up with his movements.
I could only feel his calluses rubbing against my tongue as I sucked on him. His eyes were heavy lidded, darkening, like his thoughts were waging a war inside his mind.
My throat ached, but when he thrust inside of me, his fingers and cock both impaling me, filling me, I knew what home was.
Home smelled like sea salt and tasted like whisky. My peace would never come in the form of a house or a family the way others had. Home was thrusting inside me, spreading my thighs to make room for his body inside of mine.
I held onto Bryce’s arm as he moved his fingers, gripping my jaw with one hand and burying my other in the hair behind his neck. He was so thick, and I was so fucking needy for him that I couldn’t tell where he began and I ended.
He lifted my ass, pulling me closer to him, filling me more, until all I could see and hear and taste was him. There was nothing else but daddy, no one who could pull apart those damn layers and blow through them like they were made of cotton candy.
“God, you’re so fucking wet. You’re just a needy little cum whore for daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, “All for you, daddy.”
“You’re mine,” he growled, “You might take another man’s cock, or take that blood thirsty bitch Valentina to bed, but you’re fucking mine, baby. Don’t you forget it.”
I shuddered, my breath scrambling through my lungs as my head filled with a soft buzz. He was right. It didn’t matter who I fucked or how much I gave away of myself, I would always belong to him.
He pounded me into the couch, holding me still as he wrung every ounce of pleasure left in my body. Bryce moved like he was conquering me. My screams were muffled by his hand, but my ears were filled with his grunts, and heavy moaned curses.
The pleasure built like paint strokes, one on top of the other until I was colored in tingles. I clasped my legs around his hips, my muscles moving to meet his frantic pace, before they all locked up.
I gripped him hard, my body tensing around his as he spilled himself inside of me. He pressed his forehead to mine, falling on his ass and pulling me with him onto the other side of the couch.
I lay there, Bryce slowly softening inside me and listened to the beating of his heart.
The very same one that held so much power over me.