He raises his hands, and I bring mine to meet them. He entwines our fingers and pulls me down, kissing my nose first before capturing my mouth. His tongue slips between my lips as I take note of his erection tapping between my legs.
As we kiss, I gently begin to sway my hips over the hardness, listening to the inflection in his breathing change as I do. I rub against him, and I love that I can create these reactions. How long did I go, thinking he didn’t want me like this?
“Lamb,” he growls into our kiss. “Get Daddy’s cock inside you.”
His brash order sends a clutch of desire into my core.
“Yes, Daddy,” I seethe as he lets one of my hands go free and I quickly reach down between us. I can tell from the look in his eyes that this time is going to be rough. Instead of doing what he says, I bite down into my lower lip and tease him by stopping my movements and making him wait.
“You better do as you’re told, Lamb. I need you. You are going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I guide his erection inside of me, feeling a bit raw already. The way he stretches me takes my next breath away. I have to concentrate and relax to fit him in. My eyes are locked onto him as I feel him beginning to pulse upward, pushing inside.
As my body takes him, Daddy pulls me down hard, the hand that held mine now at the back of my neck, controlling my movements as he thrusts in and out of me.
“You like when I take what I want, don’t you?”
I nod and gasp as his cock overpowers me. I am at his mercy, his other hand digging fingers into my hip, holding me steady as he does as he pleases.
“Good girl.” He rocks me back and forth, matching his greedy strokes. His mouth is next to my ear, and I want so much to hear what he has to say next. His words are as intoxicating to me as anything physical he does. “You know Daddy loves you, don’t you, Lamb? He has to hurt you a little bit, he has to do these things to you, but he still loves you. Tell me you know Daddy loves you.”
I struggle to find the words as he tears in and out of my body. Heat rises in my core, and that tension begins to gather down low. Automatically, I clench my inner muscles, urging the orgasm forward as I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and arch my body to give me more of what I need.
In my haste to find my own release, I lose focus, and when I am just at the edge Ace halts all movement, leaving me dangling on that sweet spot just before bliss takes over.
I grunt and fight to move myself on him, but his grip is iron clad, and I’m immobilized by his strength.
“Oh no.” His voice hardens. “You don’t get to take what you want right now. Daddy needs you to do as you’re told, and you haven’t told me what I need to hear. Your pleasure belongs to me, little girl. Just like the rest of you does now.”
The hand at the back of my neck slips down my spine, and I swallow a moan, shuddering on top of him at the torture of his denial. Each of my muscles begins to tremble, and I try to remember what it is I need to tell him.
“Say it,” he grunts and a flash of red light skims across my vision as his hand comes down in a harsh smack on the side of my behind. “Tell me what I want to hear. Tell Daddy you know he loves you, even when he hurts you.”
Another blinding strike and I draw in a harsh breath before I find the words.
“I know you love me, Daddy.” Tears gather in my eyes as he brings down two more smacks on top of the same spot. Each one stinging more and more. “I know you love me, even when it hurts me.”
The next thing I know, I’m up and over again. Ace never loses our connection, but now he is on top of me, towering above me, gripping each ankle and placing it on his solid shoulders. He locks his arms on either side of me and then begins to thrust into my very core, so deep I can feel it in my heart.
“I do love you. Never forget that. You just have no fucking idea how much.” A flash of something in his face races my heart. I see danger there, but not the kind that scares me, more the kind that I hope he unleashes on no one on my behalf.
His body overpowers mine in this position. Even if I wanted to get away, I would have no chance. He truly can do what he wants to me, and that thought has me clenching around him, pleading with my body to let me have what I’ve come so quickly to need.
To crave.
“You’re going to cum for me when I say. Not a moment before,” he orders, speeding his strokes as he pushes in and out, in and out, reminding me that my body is still not used to this.
To him.
“Yes, Daddy.” The heat and the throbbing from where he reddened my ass only adds to the need that clutches at my core.
“Good little lamb.” The words are sweet, but the delivery is harsh, just like the way he’s fucking me. “From now on, you’ll wear my cum whenever I say. If we go out, I’ll want it running down your legs to remind you who you are. Panties, no panties...all up to me now.”
He plows into me with every word, knocking the breath out of me, so all I can do is nod and reach out to grab onto the backs of his upper arms, clinging on for dear life lest he drives me straight through the bed.
“You want that, don’t you? You want Daddy making you filthy. Knowing that part of you is only for me. No one will know all the things I’ll do to you. I will use you, Lamb. For my pleasure, just like now.” He slams into me so hard my eyes roll back. “Right now, this isn’t about you. It’s me taking what belongs to me and you doing as you are told.”
The tight grip of his hands circling my ankles brings me back for a moment. He pulls my legs off his shoulders, spreading me until my hip sockets ache as he looks down and watches what he’s doing to me.