Dark Daddy Valentine

by Tilly Pope

“Such a good girl, trusting me to tie you up.” His fingers find my clit again and I whimper.

  “I like it,” I whisper.

  His hand slaps my ass so hard I feel the handprint prickling and excitement explodes in me. I’m gonna come again. Do I ask? I want to be good. Or bad. With another slap on my butt, I don’t care anymore.

  My body tightens up and I feel like I’m in space, an ethereal being as another orgasm tears through my body. Yes! I’m coming so hard, light flash behind my eyes and I’m crying out my pleasure.

  Kane’s hot cock probes me and I squeak, excited and ready for him. He slides along my pussy and pushes in. My body stretches around him, struggling to fit him and he slides home with a sure motion that only heightens my sensations.

  “You feel amazing,” he growls.

  This is amazing. Nobody has ever used my body like this. Never stolen one sense from me to make the others stronger. No one’s ever tried to really change the experience. I’ve been bouncing from boring, bland, lazy lover to the next boring, bland, lazy lover. Until now. Now I’m being fucked the way I’ve been looking for all along.

  His hands grab my ass and his fingers bite into my red hot flesh, gripping me like he owns me. Maybe he does. And as he slams into me over and over and over, I feel every hard thrust knocking one more thought out of my head until I’m empty of everything but him.

  He’s fucking me silly, fucking me stupid, fucking me.

  “Don’t stop,” I whisper. I’m on the edge, on the verge of another heart-stopping, world-imploding orgasm. Where has this guy been all my life? And can I talk him into staying?

  I cry out as pleasure screams through me. He continues fucking me like a machine and I come all over his cock, my breath being ripped out of me with each wave of pleasure.

  “God, did you drug me or something?” I whisper the words in the aftermath of our rough sex.

  “No.” He chuckles. “Do you really think I’d do that to you?”

  “No.”

  He undoes my wrists and ankles and scoops me into his arms. The blindfold is still on and his whispers overwhelm me. “Happy Valentine’s Day, kitten. Was I too rough?”

  “No. God no.” I wanted him to know I’d be his kitten for life, but the words escape me.

  “Good girl.”

  Epilogue

  Kane

  Stacy lets out a contented sigh.

  It’s been six months. Six months of us sharing weekends while I train her. And the training has certainly had an effect on her body; I can make her come in an instant and love doing so for no reason other than to make her feel good.

  She’s been a good girl, a good kitten and every time we’re together it’s better than the previous.

  I scoop up her sweat-damp, naked body into my arms. “Was it too much?” I ask.

  “No.” The corners of her lips curve into a smile.

  “Good girl.” It’s the same conversation we’ve had after every encounter. I check in with her. Make sure she’s okay. That she’s happy. Satisfied. That I’m taking as good care of her as she’s taken of me.

  With her in my arms, I walk toward the master bath. Placing her in the deep Jacuzzi tub, I climb in with her and pull her close as the heated water and jets help relax her tense muscles. She straddles my lap and melts into me. With both hands, I begin to massage her back.

  She moans in pleasure and I pick up the rose-scented soap I’d picked up just for her. With sure hands, I massage the rich lather into her shoulders.

  “That feels so good,” she mumbles.

  I have to take care of her. Have to help sooth any aches I might have caused. I have to make sure she’s as happy as she can be. This bathing ritual is just part of what we’ve done every time. We rough it up in the playroom, then relax and unwind in the tub while she comes down.

  She lifts her head and presses her lips to mine. Her arms wind loosely around my shoulders and she deepens the kiss. My body stirs to life and I growl. Capturing her lower lip between my teeth, I gently bite down.

  She’s fucking perfect for me. All our time spent in the playroom has brought us closer in ways I never imagined. I trust her implicitly, and I don’t doubt she feels the same. I’ve seen her at her most vulnerable. And it’s intoxicating.

  I’d had opportunities to bring home other women. I’ve had women come onto me, had women even tell me they were bad girls that need a firm hand. I just exude that air that they recognize.

  But I’d always chosen not to bring any of them home.

  Because Stacy is the one I want to share this with.

  The only one I want to share this with.

  That’s what feels right, so it’s what I’ve done.

  But it’s more than that. I worry about her when she goes out drinking. It’s not jealousy, I’m not worried about her finding another man. I know she’s mine. I’m worried for her safety. I’m worried for her health.

  But those drinking nights with Viv, they’ve steeply declined. Instead of going out every night, they go out once a month, if that often.

  “If you keep doing that, I might fall asleep.” Her head drops to my shoulder as I continue massaging her back with the suds.

  “So sleep.”

  “I don’t want to sleep.” She lifts her head to look me in the eyes. “I want to enjoy our time together.”

  Her words resonate in me. I understand that our time together no longer feels like enough. I want more of her time. More of her. Not just a weekend training session.

  But we haven’t made any promises.

  I tilt her head back until her hair is all soaked. Next, I lather shampoo into her locks. She hates the feeling of sweat on her scalp. She loves sleeping in the bath in my arms. She hates being cold. I know so many details about her. Things I’ve never known about any other woman that has paraded through my life. Because I don’t give a damn about any of them.

  I’m in love with her.

  My fingertips work in small circles on her scalp and she moans in pleasure. My cock stirs and she adjusts her hips. Taking me in a swift motion, she just relaxes with me inside her. Her tight cunt holds my cock and I let out a sigh.

  Tipping her head back until her throat is long and kissable, I rinse the suds out of her hair with one hand while keeping my other arm around her while she leans. When she’s rinsed, I pull her close again.

  She leans in and puts her head against my chest. “Your heartbeat is so soothing.”

  She hasn’t asked me the usual questions. The where is this going, are we a couple, do you love me lineup. No, she comes for me every weekend—literally—and gives all of herself while asking me nothing in return.

  There are no tense moments. No problems. No disagreements or fights. Just two people finding comfort and pleasure in one another.

  But it’s not enough anymore.

  I don’t want her to go home.

  Not tonight.

  Not ever again.

  I trail my fingertips down her back and she shivers. She hasn’t brought anyone home since we started her training either. And her friend Viv came over while Stacy was at work to talk to me. I’d been ready for her to yell at me, to be pissed at the changes in her friend. But she was surprised and told me she can’t believe she’s saying it, but she thinks I’m good for her friend.

  As Stacy’s breathing deepens, I hold on to her. She’s drifting off to sleep. And most nights, I’d let her without a problem. I’d let her sleep until her fingertips pruned up, then I’d carry her out, dry her off and put her to bed.

  And when I’d wake up in the morning, she’d be gone.

  We’d agreed that it might not be a good idea for her to stay the nights. But in the last four months, I’d started missing her warmth when she was gone.

  “Stacy.”

  Her eyes open and meet mine. “Yeah?” she whispers. A yawn chases the word and I give in to the urge to kiss the tip of her nose. She smiles and her arms tighten around me.

  “Marry me.”

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p; It’s not a question.

  I’m done living my life without her. I’m tired of her leaving at the end of our sessions. I’m tired of not having all of her.

  “I’m never going to let you go.” I squeeze her gently and her eyes fill with heat and excitement. “Never,” I reiterate. And I mean every word I say. I want to marry this woman. I’m done letting her walk out of my life, if only briefly.

  Every weekend isn’t enough. It hasn’t been enough for a long time. It just took me too long to figure that out.

  For once, she seems to have nothing to say, but the sweet smile on her lips and her shining eyes give me the answer I’m looking for.

  Joy surges through me and I adjust her slightly. “You’ll be my good girl forever.”

  Her smile grows and I kiss her eyelids. “My kitten.”

  I kiss the tip of her nose. “My pet.”

  “My baby girl.” I whisper as I press my lips to hers.

  “Daddy, if I stay will you teach me some more?” She asks.

  “Yes, baby girl. We have forever together.”

  The End

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  And so far, everything's perfect.

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  About the Author

  Tilly Pope writes dirty, hot and over the top instalove stories about possessive alpha males who know what they want. Always short, sometimes cheesy, always naughty, no cheating and a guaranteed happily ever after.

  Tilly loves football, spanking and wine.

  Find her at tillypope.com