My body burned with need.
His cock grew harder, so hard that its natural pink color started to turn purple. He stroked himself faster and my eyes followed every movement like my life depended on it.
I struggled in my bonds, held captive by the cuffs on my wrists and my jeans around my ankles.
Almost as if he knew what I was thinking, a smirk edged at the corners of his lips. He knew I wanted him.
“Lie still, little girl. Daddy is enjoying himself,” he murmured.
I whimpered softly. My pelvis rocked just a little bit, imagining what it would feel like to have him drive himself inside me with that very hard cock.
My inner walls fluttered hard at the thought.
If he asked me to fuck him right now, I knew what I would say.
By the look in his eyes, he knew what my answer would be too.
His strokes grew longer. Faster. I grew more desperate with him and when it felt like I couldn’t take anymore, his seed spurted toward me.
It arced up and landed on my welted bottom and the backs of my thighs. Its searing heat was shocking, and I stilled as more of his cum landed on my scalded flesh.
He kept stroking himself, ensuring that he pumped every last drop onto me, and I shook, wet and needy as he finished. He reached for me and pushed two of his thick fingers roughly between my lips, forcing me to taste him in the process.
It was salty and bitter, and I gagged at first, but a mildly sweet aftertaste followed that was far more intoxicating than I cared to admit. I swirled my tongue around those digits, ensuring that I didn’t miss a single drop of his cum.
I could feel it drying on my skin. Every bit of it.
A soft cry left my throat.
“Daddy?”
My voice broke. It sounded weak and I shivered hard as he tucked his cock away inside his jeans.
“Shhh, little girl. Daddy’s got you now,” he said quietly.
He reached for my wrist and carefully unlocked the leather cuff. Quickly, he released the other and then he gathered me in his arms more swiftly than I even thought possible. He sat down on the bed and pulled me into his lap, curling his large form around mine in a protective warm embrace that shattered the last of my defenses.
I expected him to begin grilling me for answers, but he said nothing.
Instead, he just held me. Even though my bottom was sore, and my body was exhausted from the ten brutally hard orgasms he’d forced from me, I craved his affection. I wanted those arms around me, and I furled myself even tighter against his muscled form. I pressed my cheek against his shoulder and the gentle beating sound of his heart soothed me.
The roughness of his beard grazed my forehead and I tentatively reached to brush my knuckles along its surface. I expected him to bat my hand away, but he didn’t. He let me explore him. I dragged my fingers down and circled the collar of his shirt, toying with the chest hair that just escaped it.
My shivering gradually stopped as I snuggled even closer to him. His arms wound around me, tight and protective and wonderful and so incredibly perfect.
I’d called him Daddy. Not just once, but several times.
I flushed so deeply that it felt as though my face had caught flame. I hid it in his shoulder, needing to keep my thoroughly shameful thoughts to myself for the time being. For now, it didn’t matter. The only thing that did was his arms around me.
Daddy’s arms.
Chapter 5
The only thing I could concentrate was how the beat of his heart drummed in concert with mine. Occasionally my body would tremble against him and he’d squeeze me tighter into his chest as a way of showing me that he was there, that he would protect me. When I finally managed to get my panting under control, he slid his fingers up and down the length of my spine, just holding me gently against him.
I could still feel his seed drying on my thighs and the marks of his belt on my punished backside. He didn’t seem to care that it was likely getting on his jeans. He seemed to know I needed his kindness now and he gave it to me.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I murmured.
“There’s nothing to forgive, little girl. I forgave you a long time ago,” he answered.
I didn’t think it was possible, but I curled even closer to him.
“What happens now?” I whispered, almost afraid of the answer.
“Now we talk, little girl,” he replied, his voice so firm and resolute that a tiny piece of me demanded I submit to him. I tried to ignore it, but that needling feeling only seemed to grow larger the longer I sat here in his lap.
“I want to know your reasoning. Why date me for six months, marry me, and wipe me of everything? You’ve never seemed like the type of girl who would be that heartless,” he asked.
I swallowed heavily. I couldn’t tell him. There was no way in hell I’d survive if anyone else knew the kind of people I worked for and he probably wouldn’t either.
The Father had people to solve that sort of thing. He had poured endless resources into training me and preparing me for my role in the family, but he wouldn’t hesitate for a second to dispose of me as soon as I proved to be a liability to the organization.
I was already afraid of what he would do to me when he found out that Dean had ignored his threats and come after me anyway. He’d blame me for being found and taken. It would all be my fault.
I would receive no sympathy for being his ward all these years. If
