Page 3 of The Daddy Claus

Precum leaks into my boxers. "You're looking for a daddy?"

She meets my gaze again, her eyes wide behind her mask. "Yes."

Oh, princess. You shouldn't have told me that.

"I'm looking for something, too," I say, getting closer to her.

"W-what?"

"You, naked and on my cock." I place my lips near her ear, being careful not to touch her, even though I'm fucking dying to do exactly that. But rules are rules, and around here, they matter. "You were made to be this daddy's perfect little princess, baby."

I half expect her to slap me. It's probably what I deserve. But I've been fantasizing about being hers for longer than I should have. If she wants a daddy, I’ll be the best goddam daddy she could ever want.

She doesn't slap me. She doesn't flee, either.

She shocks the hell out of me when she moans quietly.

"Ah, hell," I growl. "You aren't going to tell me no, are you?"

"I-I…" Her tongue dances along her bottom lip. "No."

I hold my hand out to her, not wasting time… not willing to give her time to change her mind. "Then come with me, princess. I'll show you exactly what it means to be my little princess."

She hesitates for a split second before setting her glass on the bar and slipping her hand into mine. I immediately begin pulling her through the club, leading her toward a private room. I'd rather get her the fuck out of here, but I've been waiting five years to get my hands on her. I'm not waiting a second longer. Once I give her what she came here for, I'll take her home, and we'll sort out everything else.

But right now? I'm on a motherfucking mission.

I drag her into the first empty private room we come across, slamming and locking the door behind us. Like the rest of the club, the room is designed for comfort and pleasure. Rome spared no expense. Everything is richly appointed and tasteful but easily cleaned between occupants. A variety of tools hang on hooks. There's a bowl of condoms on the table. I have no intention of using one.

I'm breeding this little princess when I get inside her.

As soon as we're over the threshold, I've got her in my arms, kissing her. I don't remove our masks. It's yet another of Roman's damn rules. Masks stay on for the duration of the party. Complete anonymity for one night of the year. It's bullshit, but I'll play nice for one night.

She kisses me back eagerly, running her hands up and down my back. Her kiss is unschooled as if it's her first. That drives me fucking wild.

"Goddamn, princess," I growl, drinking from her lips. "You taste like sugar for Daddy."

"It's the wine."

"No, it's you." I back her toward the bed, nibbling on her lips. "You're sweet and soft, exactly the way a princess should be."

The backs of her knees hit the bed. She gasps as she tumbles backward, landing on her back with her arms splayed wide. Her tits spill out the top of her dress.

I palm my cock, staring down at her. "Fuck, princess. Look how pretty you look."

Her gaze climbs up my body, doing a slow perusal. “You look handsome, too.”

“Yeah? You like what you see, baby girl?” I strip my suit jacket off, tossing it aside. There’s no way I can get undressed right now, though. Not unless I plan to answer a whole helluva lot of questions she’s not ready to be asking. But I roll my shirtsleeves up, preparing to feast on this woman.

“Yes.”

I smirk, crawling up the bed over her. “Good, because your daddy is the only one you look at if you don’t want to be punished.”

“P-punished?”

I hover over her on my forearms, meeting her gaze. “Fucked until you’re screaming for mercy, princess. Daddy doesn’t share,” I growl, meaning that shit to my core. I’ve been obsessing about this girl since the day I met her. Just the thought of anyone touching her makes me crazy. If anyone actually tried to put their hands on her… Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I put my hands on someone for putting their hands on her.

Some asshole tried to slap her ass at a game a few weeks ago. I broke his hand before I banned him from the arena for life. He won’t touch what doesn’t belong to him again.