It looks like Ace is having the same reaction. The sinuous fibers under his skin mimic the feelings of my own. Each of his abdominal muscles stands in relief as his loose khaki trousers droop at his waist, exposing the V-shaped indents that lead lower.
A startled yelp stalls in my throat as my eyes drop and I see the twitch of an erection that strains at the leather of his belt.
“Do you know what this means?” He leans down, pushing my legs down and caging me with locked arms, fists embedded in the ivory linen next to my shoulders. “What it’s going to mean from now on? You call me Daddy, Little Lamb, but I doubt you understand what that means for you. I doubt you are ready.”
“I am,” I answer, a little too
fast, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I’ve wanted this for too long. I’m not thinking straight. “I’m ready.”
I watch the muscles in his jaw turn solid and his nostrils flare. Those eyes I’ve looked at for so many years look completely new to me. It’s as if this person hovering over me is a new being. Part of the man I knew as Ace, but somehow someone I don’t know. Fear prickles the hairs on my arms and adds to the wetness now soaking between my legs.
“We shall see.” Something passes over his features. A darkness, then a flash of light as his hands come to the neck of the T-shirt I stole from his room just yesterday, and he pulls.
The sound of tearing fabric mixes with the cooler air of the room on my flesh. My nipples are hard but draw tighter and tingle as Ace takes control of my arms, pulling them from the remaining fabric.
His face comes down, and he kisses my neck, rough palms taking each of my breasts, and I moan and arch again, thrusting my hips upward into the sensation. His lips turn to a tracing tongue that leaves a wet trail as his face lowers and my eyes close.
I mutter some sort of prayer under my breath as his mouth engulfs one side of me. The sucking and the wet warmth send me into a new dimension, and I throw one arm over my head as the other settles over my eyes.
I’m aware of his hands tugging off the boxers, while his mouth moves from one nipple to the other. The sucking turns to teeth, and I draw in quick breaths, wiggling and helping him remove the fabric from my legs.
I hear the muffled words as he kisses and bites. “Good girl. That’s my fucking good girl.”
Just as I’m pressing my chest higher into his mouth, he pulls away, standing, and I’m left panting and wanting. The white boxers are in his hand, and he looks down then brings them to his face, pressing the fabric where there is a visibly darker patch to his nose.
“You’re wet. Jesus, I made you wet.” I’m not sure if he even knows he said the words out loud. It almost feels like it’s his internal monologue, and there is surprise in his voice.
“You have for a long time.” I pull a shoulder to my ear, suddenly wanting to tell him everything. All my secrets. The way he’s looking down at me. I think he wants to know them all.
His eyes close and a sound tears from him that I can’t quite identify as he breathes in and out into the cotton, finally glaring down at me like I am the offering and he is the beast.
“I’m taking it all. Daddy isn’t always sweet, Lamb. Daddy needs things from you, and it’s up to you to take care of me. In every way. You will have responsibilities to me. Today, there’s no more waiting, no more pretending. You will be mine and no one, ever, will take you from me. Touch you. Hurt you. Do you understand? You fucking belong to me, Brinna. I own you and will do as I please with you from today on.”
Each word drenches me in something I’ve longed for. Most wouldn’t understand. I hear his words and think that anyone else would tell him what a selfish asshole he is and run the other way. Oh no. For me, his words sink into the places inside of me that have been empty for too long. They fill me with him. They make my dreams a reality.
I can only nod as he drops my boxers and his hands come to his belt. My skin prickles and my hands move down my body, wrapping over my belly, so exposed and trembling. As I watch in awe, he strips, tossing belt and clothing aside, all the while his eyes narrow and locked onto mine.
“Say it again. I need to hear it again.”
I know what he wants and give it gladly. “Daddy. You’re my Daddy.”
He takes a shaky breath at the words, then a moment later he’s naked, and the hardness I’ve only glimpsed and suspected beneath his clothing is in full view. My throat tightens. Lust covers me, and I want to touch him. I want to kiss the swollen tip where I see creamy liquid seeping out.
There is nothing else in this world I want right now except to feel him. All of him. On me, inside of me, in my mind, in my heart, in my soul. I want him to consume me like a fire.
The body I’ve seen in bits and pieces over the years is now exposed to me, and it’s more than perfect. The hair that covers his chest matches the hair below and balances with the beard that I’ve dreamed of feeling against my skin.
He lowers a hand to my thigh. His fingertips leave trails of goosebumps as he traces my skin, all the while watching my reactions. The backs of his fingers do the same as he reverses direction and I gulp down the lump in my throat.
“Spread your legs, Lamb. Show Daddy what’s mine.”
His fingers still and I feel his power and domination in the pressure of his touch. I do as he asks, inhibitions falling away as my rampant need to give him everything he wants is my only focus.
“Tell me.” Ace’s fingers leave my thigh, and he brings his massive hand to stroke himself as he stares between my legs. “Have you ever come before?”
I shake my head, unable to escape the thunder of pure need that pounds inside me.
“Anyone ever touched you?” His voice turns heavy, and I jerk my head back and forth. “I didn’t think so. I needed to be sure. If you’d said yes...” His lips pull tight as he lowers himself, so his beard brushes against the sensitive, exposed flesh of my sex. “I’d have to kill them. Do you realize that, Brinna? That I would kill anyone that touched you? Past, present or future, I would kill them.”