Page 88 of Stay Baby Stay

“But you just said it’s a fantasy. It’s not real.”

“It’s real if I leave real marks around your wrists,” he says. “And it’s fine as long as it remains a fantasy. But as soon as I act on it, I become just like any other man who can’t control his urges. I won’t be one of those men who forces their fucked-up fantasies on living, breathing women.”

“You’re not forcing anything on me.” I lie back against the pillow. “If wanting to overpower me makes you a bad person, then I’m a bad person, too. Because I want to be overpowered. Not every time, but definitely sometimes. I want the sweet kisses as much as I want the hard spankings. I want a Daddy who’ll brush my hair and take me out for ice cream, and then force me to gag on his cock on the drive home.”

Cal stares at me in the moonlight, his face unreadable. “You couldn’t be bad if you tried, baby girl.”

“Neither could you.”

I stroke his arm with my foot. He catches it and begins massaging the insole. I close my eyes and accept the pleasure he offers, praying his silence is a sign that my words have reached him.

He’s been battling his demon longer than I’ve been alive, refusing to accept it as part of himself. He’s afraid of what he’s capable of if left unchecked. But IknowCal. He isn’t just a good man. He’s the best there is. He might do things to me that hurt or leave temporary marks—love bites, hand prints, soreness for hours or even days after. But he’d neverharmme. Not like those men at the party, or the monster who tried to kill Kenzie.

“You know you could’ve had me the night of the party,” I whisper. “I would’ve followed you into any room, let you do anything. I would’ve called you Daddy that night if you asked me to.”

“I hated the thought of leaving you there,” he says. “King’s guards had to basically threaten to shoot me if I didn’t leave when I did.”

He moves on from massaging my foot to massaging my ankle and calf. As his strokes glide further up my leg, so burns my desire for him to claim my wrists again.

“You didn’t even kiss me that night,” I whisper. “Never even tried to.”

“I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than kiss you, baby girl.” He spreads my legs so he can massage my inner thighs. I can already feel my pussy tightening, aching for him to touch my clit, insert a finger, anything.

“But you didn’t. Because you knew I wouldn’t have been there if I’d had another choice. Thanks to you, I have choices now, and I choose you—and your so-called fucked-up fantasies.”

I gasp as he recaptures my wrists, holding them down as he braces himself above me. The darkness that had faded in his gaze is back, but different. He’s no longer fighting it.

He’s in control now, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“You sure about that, little girl?”

I’ve never been more certain of anything.

Chapter Thirty-one

Caleb

My God, this girl is something else.Something. Fucking. Else.

Not only does she meet my demon head on and barely flinches. She sees him and me as two halves of a whole—the dark and the light—and she embraces both.

I tow her hands above her head and cross them at the wrists so I can hold them in one hand and use the other to play with her tits. She whimpers as I tease her nipples to stiff peaks, then take turns skimming my thumbs across them. Every inch of her body is crying out for release.

“Remind me where we left off, little girl?”

“You were about to fuck me in front of the neighbors,” she whispers.

I claim her mouth hard, taking ownership of her lips and tongue. The demon I’ve spent almost thirty years restraining is off his leash now, and he’s ravenous.

My cock throbs in my fist as I glide the head over her wet folds.

“Try to run from Daddy all you want, sweetheart, but your pussy doesn’t lie. You want to get fucked.” I rub the head of my cock against her clit until she’s writhing, bucking, desperate to come.

“But, Daddy,” she whispers in her sweetest voice, “people can see us.”

“Let ‘em look. You asked for this,” I growl, and the fact that she did, indeed, ask for this, fills my chest with gratitude.

I didn’t think someone as sweet and inexperienced as her would want to play this hard. I was scared I’d push too far, step over a line she didn’t know had been drawn until I crossed it. But my baby has her own darkness, and she knows what it likes and what it wants. It wants to be treasured like a princess, and taken without mercy like the prize I’ve won.

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