“Time you learned then, brown eyes. You are not to come without permission. Now hush, Daddy is feasting.”
Holy crap. She swore she just came a little.
“Damn, baby. You really are going to find this difficult, aren’t you?” He sighed as though sad for her, shaking his head. “Sucks to be you.”
Yeah, considering he was now lapping at her other nipple like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted she wasn’t so sure about that. But as he continued to suck, lick and bite, her ability to keep herself still eroded. She thrust her hips towards him, needing his touch there.
She pressed her thighs together, rubbing, needing some friction.
“Uh-uh.” He slapped the side of her thigh. “Keep those legs open. I want a taste.”
A taste? Oh shit.
“On your ass, feet on the floor, legs spread wide,” he ordered her.
She moved quickly, getting into position, needing his tongue on her, tasting her, taking from her.
He knelt on the floor between her legs. It should have put her in the dominant position.
It did not.
There was no mistaking who was in charge. He clamped down on her thighs, moving them further apart then he ran his tongue along her dew-covered slit.
Then the torture began. He took her up to the edge over and over again. Flicking at her clit, running his tongue along her folds before pressing it deep inside her. She’d never been tongue-fucked before.
Now, she thought she’d never get enough.
Finally, he thrust two fingers deep, curling them over that spot as his tongue circled her clit lightly.
“Please. Please. Please.”
“Do you need to come, brown eyes?”
She’d needed to come pretty much ten seconds after he’d put his tongue on her clit. She was beyond needing it. Way, way beyond.
“Yes. Oh please. Yes.”
“Remember to wait until I give you permission to come. If you come without it, then I’m going to have to put you in the corner with a butterfly vibe set to low. It will stimulate you but not be enough to send you over. You don’t want that, do you?”
She shook her head. “Nooo.”
But she had no idea how to hold off when she was already so overstimulated. He returned to her clit and his tongue seemed to be firmer, faster. She was so close. She cried out, throwing her head back, straining not to come.
Her thighs shook, her entire body was tight. Please. Please.
“Come, baby. Come hard for me.” He drove his fingers inside her as he spoke, his tongue returning to her clit. It sent her flying. She came. So hard, she forgot to breathe. Then a second orgasm followed, even more powerful than the first. Her pussy rippled around his fingers. Wanting more. Wanting to be filled.
“Good girl. Such a good girl. You come as often as you need. That’s it.” He lightly pulled her nipple into his mouth to suckle as he used his thumb to circle her clit.
She couldn’t again. It was too much. His thumb moved just under her clit, brushing back and forth as he tongued her nipple with gentle strokes. To her shock, his gentle coaxing brought forward a third orgasm. This one moved through her in softer ripples, but it lasted longer than the others. And she came back to Earth to find herself sitting on Ink’s lap, her face pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He ran his hand through her hair. She sighed happily, feeling limp with satisfaction.
“You’re mean,” she muttered.
His chest moved as he laughed. “Really? By my count, you came three times. Hmm, I think we might have different definitions of mean.”
“You made me wait.”
“You were naughty,” he replied. “Although it won’t always be a punishment. Sometimes I’ll make you wait just for the pleasure of listening to you beg me, of hearing those cries coming from your lips. The way your pussy clenches around me, desperate for more.”
She knew she was blushing. She still wasn’t used to someone speaking like this to her.
She kind of liked it.
“I think I was right when I said you were mean,” she said primly.
Ink set her on the bed and she let out a protesting noise, reaching for him.
“Shh, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He stood and started to strip off his jeans. Then his boxers followed.
And so did her mind. It completely blanked out as she stared at him. That model face, the muscular body. The tattoos that covered his chest and arms.
It sent her mind spiraling.
“Like what you see, baby?” he murmured, reaching down to wrap his hand around his monster of a cock.
Yep. She went there. It was a monster.
“Holy. Shit. Rex was so much smaller than you are.”
He chuckled. “Damn, brown eyes. That just made my day.”
She eyed him as he stood there, a gorgeous man who for some reason was attracted to her. Wanted her. It was a heady feeling. He ran his hand up his shaft.
Holy. Hell.
The look on his face as he watched her was one of hunger. Pure, wicked hunger.
“I’m not…I mean…I haven’t had sex in a long time.”
His face softened. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take it easy on you. Want a taste?”
He nodded down at his cock. Did she want a taste? Hell, yes.
“Yes, please.”
“Always so polite. Even when she’s about to suck cock. Grab a pillow and come here.” He crooked a finger at her. She reached back and snagged a pillow. There was only one. Did she have his other pillow on her bed?
She might have slept better had she known that. Or maybe not.
Moving towards him, she clasped the pillow tight to her chest, breathing in the scent of him.
“Drop the pillow and kneel.”
The pillow slipped from her hands and she knelt down before him, her eyes level with his dick. She couldn’t sit back on her haunches or she would be too short to take him into her mouth properly.
“Lick it,” he commanded.
Thank God he was taking charge because she couldn’t think where to start. She licked her tongue over the head of his shaft, humming at the taste of him.
It was slightly salty but definitely not gross like Rex.
Okay, stop thinking about him.
“That’s it, lick your way down the shaft. Good girl, very nice. Explore. Reach up and cup my balls, gently though. Yeah, baby. That’s it.”
She loved how his voice grew rough with his arousal. His need.
She was doing that to him.
“Take the head into your mouth. Good girl. Just take as much as you can. That’s it. Christ, you make a damn delicious sight.” He gently thrust in and out of her mouth. “Keep your mouth open. That’s it. Just relax. Don’t worry, I won’t go further than you’re comfortable with. Damn. Yes.”
He drew out suddenly and she whimpered. She’d wanted to taste him. Wanted to keep going. She felt…powerful. Desired.
“Get on the bed, baby. I need to be in your pussy before I come.”
She took the hand he held and scrambled up. He moved onto his back on the bed and patted his lower belly. “Get that cute ass over here and ride your man.”
Surprise filled her. He must have seen the look because he raised his eyebrows. “Problem, brown eyes?”
“No, Sir, I just thought…”
“Figured this first time, you could set the pace. But don’t get used to it.”
His understanding sent tears flooding into her eyes.
“Shit! What’s wrong? What’d I say? You want me to fuck you? I can do that.” He sat up, reaching for her and tumbling her onto his lap. “What is it?”
“Nothing, Sir. I just…you’re perfect.”
He snorted out a laugh. “Never heard that one before.”
She laid kisses over his chest, tracing her tongue over a tattoo then she moved down to his pierced nipple. She flicked the piercing and he groaned and lay back. He grabbed a
condom from the bedside table and she watched hungrily as he rolled it over his dick. He set his hands behind his head.
“Fuck me, baby.”
In due time. She wasn’t above a bit of teasing of her own. She straddled him, pressing her hands against his shoulders as she played with the pierced nipple before moving to the other one. Then she made her way down his abs. Licking, nipping lightly. Heat licked at her insides.
She slid back, running her wet pussy lips over his shaft. They both groaned as the tip of him brushed against her clit.
“Oh hell. Oh hell.” She leaned over him, kissing his neck. Then she reached down and grasped hold of his shaft, guiding it into her pussy.
“Damn, baby. I know you haven’t had any in a while but you are so damn tight.”
“All I’ve had is my fingers,” she told him, shocking herself. “They’re not very big.”
He barked out a laugh then grasped her around the hips, stilling her. “No they are not.”
Moving one hand, he strummed at her clit, helping relax her so she took more of him in.
So good. So good.
Finally, she took him deep. She had to take a minute to catch her breath. “I need to build up my stamina.”
“Practice, lots of fucking practice. You feel so damn good around me. But I need you to move.”
His hands kept her moving up and down on his shaft, his words of encouragement pulled her closer and closer to orgasm. The room around her spun.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe.”
His finger strummed at her clit. So close. So close.
“Gonna come, babe. You need to come first.”
“Yes! Oh please!” she screamed as she came.
He drove himself deep with a roar, coming inside her and setting her own orgasm off. She clenched down around him, loving the feel of him inside her as she collapsed forward on his chest. His arms wrapped around her, and still inside her, he rolled them to their sides.
Holding her close, enveloping her, keeping her with him.
Always.
25
“What are you coloring, baby?” Ink asked, walking over to sit beside her on the couch.
They’d stopped on the way into work that morning to buy a coloring book and pens for her. She’d been worried about people walking in, but hey, adults colored too, right? And so far, everyone had knocked and waited for Ink to call them in, which had given her a chance to hide her stuff.
“An alpaca doing the floss.”
“Alpacas can floss?”
“Well, not in real life, obviously, Daddy.”
Silly Daddy.
“Can you floss?” he asked.
She glanced up at him. “If you’re talking flossing your teeth, yep. I does it every night. I’m a big girl.”
He sat back on the sofa, arms out along the top, looking like a sexy devil waiting to be worshipped. “You know that wasn’t what I was talking about, brat. Can you floss dance?”
Drat. “Kind of.”
“Show me.”
Oh no.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working, Daddy?”
“I can spare a few minutes to watch my baby girl floss.”
“I can’t. I is too busy coloring.” If she hadn’t been before, she was now.
“You can stop for a minute.”
She shook her head. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not happening. “My picture needs something. I think it needs glitter.”
“No glitter,” he growled. “It took days to clean it all out of the safe room.”
Her lower lip dropped and he reached over to tap it. “Less pouting. More flossing.”
Crap. He wasn’t going to let this go, was he?
Standing, she dragged her feet as she moved into the middle of the room. “Can you floss, Daddy?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe I’ll have to teach you. Maybe you can use some moves for the dance floor.”
He grinned. “I promise that if I have you out of the dance floor it won’t be to do the floss.”
A shiver moved through her. She wondered what he was like on the dance floor? Hot. Extremely hot.
“I’ll have to take you dancing one day.”
“Don’t the Iron Shadows have a bar? Do they dance there? What’s it called anyway?”
“Reapers. And it’s not the sort of bar that has a dance floor.”
“Reapers? Really?”
“Not sure it’s your sort of place. It’s kind of rough.”
“It’s dangerous?”
“Not for you,” he growled. “No one would dare touch you.”
“Then I want to go. It’s important to you, right?”
He shrugged. “Used to spend every Saturday night there. Now I’ve got somewhere else I’d rather be.”
The look he gave her made her insides dance. “Still, I’d like to go. One day.”
He nodded. “I’ll take you one day. Now stop stalling and show Daddy your moves.”
“I wasn’t stalling.” She totally was. “Okay, here goes.” She started rocking her hips back and forth and moving her arms. God, she hoped she didn’t look like an idiot.
After a few seconds she stopped. Ink had sat forward to watch her. He started clapping. “Damn, baby got moves.”
She perched a hand on her hip, pulling up some attitude. “Got more moves than that.”
“Now that I’ve got to see,” he murmured. He stood but then his phone rang. “Crap. One minute.”
Betsy moved back to sit on the sofa and tried to concentrate on her coloring book as Ink spoke into the phone but it was a lost cause once she’d heard him say her boys’ names.
She needed them back. Needed to know they were safe. First thing she was gonna do was hug them tight. Then they were grounded for the next fifty years.
He ended the call.
“Daddy?” she whispered, all the fun from before draining away.
He managed a smile for her. But it was clearly forced. “Still nothing, brown eyes. I can’t understand how they’ve disappeared.”
“You don’t think…I mean…they have to be all right, right?”
Ink walked over and sat beside her on the small sofa, pulling her onto his lap. “They’re fine. They’re teenage boys. They probably just haven’t thought about how they’re worrying you.”
“What if Forrest gets to them?”
“You know I have someone watching his house. He hasn’t been there in days. Apparently, he flew to Seattle soon after our chat. If they turn up, my guy will see them. I’ve got people actively searching for them. We’ll find them.”
He was doing all that he could to help find them. She nodded.
The phone on his desk rang before she could answer and he sighed. “Shit, I need to get onto the temp agency. Stone threatened to castrate me if I put him on the front desk again and at the moment, that leaves me with Brody or myself.”
“I could do it,” she offered before thinking it through. She felt him stiffen beneath her. “Or not. I probably wouldn’t be any good at it. I don’t have any experience. Actually, better that I don’t do it. I’d just mess it up.”
“Do you need a spanking?” he asked.
What kind of question was that? “No!”
“Because I’m thinking you must, considering the shit that just came out of your mouth,” he said calmly.
“Ink!”
“Nope.”
“Nope?” she asked.
“Not listening to it. Every bad word about yourself from now on, is earning you ten spanks. Starting now.”
He turned her before she even realized what was going on and laid her over his left thigh. Her legs were trapped between his. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants today, which would provide exactly zero protection from his hand. And probably why he didn’t bother to pull them down.
Or maybe that was because they were in the office.
“You can’t spank me here!” she protested, trying to shove herself off his lap.
He simply grabbed hold of her h
ands and pinned them to the small of her back.
“Why not?”
“Someone could come in!”
“They won’t come in without knocking first. I warned them. Now if you don’t want to get spanked, brown eyes, you know what to do, don’t you?”
“Don’t talk bad about myself.”
“That’s right. I have been thinking that you need a few more rules.”
Smack! Smack!
“We have enough rules!” she protested.
Smack! Smack!
“What are your rules, Betsy?” he asked.
Smack! Smack!
“Not to go anywhere without permission.”
Smack! Smack!
“And?”
“Not to talk badly about myself.”
Smack! Smack!
“Failed that one, didn’t you?” he drawled.
Oh yes. She had.
“And?”
“Umm. Umm.”
“Betsy,” he warned, stilling. “What else?”
“No lies. I have to answer honestly.”
“Good girl.” His hand smacked down several more times until she was close to tears.
The phone rang again as she tried to control her breaths. He turned her over and she wriggled around on his lap.
“Stay still,” he commanded.
“Your phone—”
“Will wait. Everything can wait. Because you come first.”
The intent look on his face told her he meant every word.
“Here are a few more rules,” he told her.
“I really don’t think I need them.”
“I really think you do. I win.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. Competitive as always. “If you need something from me, you will ask rather than act out. Understand? And the only acceptable answer is Yes, Daddy.”
She sighed. “Yes, Daddy.”
“You will take your vitamins without argument or you are going to find yourself with suppositories that I will administer each morning.”
Her mouth dropped open then closed. She’d balked over taking them that morning. “Yes, Daddy.”
The phone rang again.
“No skipping meals or snacks.”
Crap. That was going to be a tough one. He raised an eyebrow as she hesitated.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Bet your bottom is sore, huh?”
She glared at him.
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