“You want to keep feeling lost, or do you want Daddy to make you feel good?”
Finally, she exhaled and slowly nodded.
I purred, “Good girl. Now do as I say. Strip.”
I relaxed against the wingback chair and enjoyed the show. I could see her thoughts fluttering across her face like a little hummingbird drawing nectar from flowers.
Her hands shook as she went for the hem of her sweater. She hesitated as she looked at me, but I kept my expression stoic, acting as if this were any other encounter with someone who meant absolutely fucking nothing to me.
But inside, I was tense, excited, and doing everything in my power not to tackle her to the floor, tear those flimsy clothes from her, and shove my cock deep and hard into her tight, little body.
When Persephone exhaled, it was in realization that she wanted this, that I was the only one who could give it to her. A growl left me with that thought.
When she had the sweater and leggings off, standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of innocent, white panties, I lifted my hand and ran it over my mouth, taking in my fill of her.
She’d dropped her arm across her chest to hide her perky breasts, but I’d seen them. The sight was now forever ingrained in my mind.
I’d be beating off to the image of her dark pink nipples and handful-sized tits until my cock was raw.
I saw the way her forearm flexed buttsked, stopping her. “Go slow. I want to enjoy this.” Her face got redder, and I grinned.
She let her arm fall back to her side, and I looked at those peaks, watching as those little points got harder under my appraising gaze.
“That’s a good fucking girl. Now the panties.” When she stood before me naked, I let my gaze roam over that perfect, feminine slit between her thighs.
She was so damn pretty, with a trimmed patch of dark hair covering her mound, the sight of her bare pussy lips making my mouth water.
“I can’t wait to drag my tongue through your cunt and taste you.” The pulse at the side of her neck beat harder, and her pupils were blown out from her desire.
She could pretend to be used, or that she didn’t want this, but she did. Desperately.
I pointedly looked at the shoes. “Go on.”
She inhaled sharply and grabbed the arm of the leather chair behind her to steady herself as she slipped on the heels.
My cock was already like granite as I watched the sleek lines of her legs bend as she put them on, but the greedy bastard jerked even more.
And hell, when she straightened and the firelight licked across her skin, I could have come in my slacks from the sight alone.
I wanted her, like an addict who had been clean and had the temptation of that euphoric drug right in front of him. How the fuck was I supposed to deny myself?
Why would I?
I hadn’t even touched her in the depraved ways I wanted to, yet she set my blood on fire.
To make her do what I wanted… touseher was going to be the best fucking high I’d ever experienced.
To want her the way I did, to want to own her, to claim and defile my girl in an unbreakable way that consumed me made no fucking sense.
Not in my world. Not in the fucking way I kept myself in control at all times.
But here was this young woman—smart mouth, gorgeous face, perfect body—and she went nose-to-nose with me. She made me question what I actually wanted.
She didn’t cower in front of me like everyone else. And I hadn’t realizedthatwas the biggest power trip I’d ever felt.
Her very presence threatened to unravel my restraint.
It took her a moment to come closer. But I was a patient man, and the hesitation and fear in her face turned me on like nothing else ever had.