by Henry, Jane
"Love that sweet pussy," he growled. "Daddy's gonna eat you out, baby ."
I whimpered as he lifted my throbbing backside in his hands, and the next thing I knew, I was plunged into earth-shattering sensation as he took my pussy in his mouth, sucking my clit before releasing it and stroking upward, firm pressure that had me writhing on the bed. He worked me over, with soft, gentle caresses one second, flicks of his tongue the next, before he released me and sank his teeth gently into the sensitive skin at the top of my thighs .
"Oh, God," I moaned, unable to stop him, but I couldn't stand the sensation anymore. It was overwhelming me. I needed to climax now .
"Please," I begged. "Please, please, Daddy. Let me come. Please ."
"Not yet," he growled, his rough voice almost angry before he rewarded my begging with another swipe across my swollen, throbbing pussy, his voice dropping lower still. "You come now and I'll spank you again. You disobey me now, and you won't sit for a fucking week. You come when I tell you and not a second earlier," he ordered .
"Dante," I moaned, pleading, begging, knowing I was gonna die if he didn't give me what I needed, and he froze .
Stopped .
He pulled his mouth off my pussy and held nothing but my hand .
"What did you call me?" he asked sharply .
"Dante," I said, recognition flooding me as I understood his anger. "I mean Daddy. Of course I meant Daddy! I'll call you anything you want, just let me come, Daddy !"
A deep, dark chuckle tickled my skin. "Baby," he said, his mouth at my ear. "You'll learn to trust Daddy. You do that by following my lead, yeah ?"
I nodded with a wordless whimper, and his hands came to my sides again, before his tongue swirled a sensual circle along my lower abdomen and navel. "You do what you're told, or Daddy will have to punish you." I yelped as a sharp smack lit the top of my pussy on fire. He’d spanked me there! Then he squeezed my inner thigh, and flicked my breast. Each sensation built on the last as I wriggled beneath him and he delivered sharp smacks to my pussy and thighs between strokes of his tongue .
I couldn't hold off any longer. I was gonna come, and he would punish me. The very thought of being punished had me even closer to climaxing, but no, I didn't want to come, I couldn’t not until he gave me permission .
"Are you gonna come for Daddy, Gabriella?" he asked with another upward stroke of his tongue that had me right there , right on the cusp, about to lose all control .
I nodded, while I blubbered and pleaded, no longer caring about being submerged in darkness, for all I could do was feel, my head tossing from side to side in near frenzy. "Please, Daddy .”
"You'll be a good girl?" he rumbled in the darkness .
"Yessss," I promised .
His voice dropped. "Will you be my bad girl? Daddy's bad girl ?"
"Yessss."
HIs guttural voice dragged across my naked skin like gravel. "Then ask for permission ."
"May I, Daddy? May I come ?”
His voice was like an answer to prayer, a benediction, as he whispered low, "Yeah, baby. Come for me." Another stroke of his tongue, and I was soaring .
I writhed beneath him, riding the waves of the most powerful climax I'd ever experienced, waves of ecstasy wracking my body. And I was still building, still climaxing as he expertly stroked me, holding me in his tight grip, my throbbing ass forgotten in the power of my climax. I could hardly breathe as he drained every last drop of pleasure from my body, and just as I thought I'd reached my peak, he plunged his fingers through my core and pumped, hard, and I climaxed again, the second orgasm more powerful than the first. I bucked beneath him, overcome with the mind-blowing sensations that seemed to go on forever, and finally, I floated back down to earth, exhausted .
I lay on the bed depleted, shattered, when I felt his warm body atop mine, his mouth at my ear. “Want to take that sweet pussy. Wanna feel you wrapped around my cock, baby .”
"Yes," I breathed. It was the only thing I needed, the only thing that mattered .
I heard the crinkle of a wrapper and felt him shifting, and I knew he was putting on a condom. I felt his hard, hot cock at my entrance and to my surprise, a tug at the back of my head released my makeshift blindfold .
"Want you to watch me, baby," he said .
The blindfold fell to the side and I blinked, the only light in the room the dim illumination from the bathroom to the left. He grasped the edge of his shirt and took it off, whipping it to the floor, his muscles rippling .
Ho-ly shi-it .
I could see the rise of his broad back, his strong arms around me, the edges of his tattoos sneaking along his neck and shoulders. I shivered, still drunk from having climaxed so hard, completely at his mercy .
"Yes," I whispered, my arms encircling his neck. "Please, Dante. Yes, please ,"
He grinned, his beautiful face lighting up, his eyes warming to me. "So beautiful," he said, briefly closing his eyes but opening them again as he nudged his cock in my entrance. I was so wet he slid in easily, and though I felt impossibly full, I felt little more than a mild ache .
"You okay, Gabriella? I’ll be gentle this time .”
This time. My pulse spiked at the thought of being taken hard and rough .
"Yes. Yes, please," I begged. And then he thrust, but I could tell he hesitated .
"I'm fine," I whispered. “Dante, do it. Don’t hold back. Take me .”
Perspiration dotted his forehead as he leaned down and touched his forehead to mine, moving in and out of me with controlled power. I felt so complete, so fulfilled, the discomfort mitigated by how right this felt. I could only sigh as he pumped in me again and again, until his own grunts met my ears as he squeezed me tight, his eyes rolling back as he came. A warmth spread across my chest as he lowered his body to mine, and our breath mingled in the darkened room .
I was his. His girl. Nothing in my life would ever be the same now. He’d made me his .
"Never knew what it would be like to take you," he whispered hoarsely, "Couldn’t have predicted how it would feel." His head fell to my chest, and he lay there holding me .
"Did you like it? Did you, Dante? What you did to me was amazing and I never could have even imagined anything like it. Was it good for you, too, Daddy?” I needed to know .
He chuckled then, bringing his mouth to my forehead and kissing me with the ferocity that was all his. "Babe, like is an understatement. It wasn't good. It was fucking phenomenal. You gave me a gift, Gabriella. A precious gift, and I’ll never forget that .”
I smiled to myself and traced a finger along the tattoo on his shoulder .
“I’m glad,” I whispered, knowing that what we had was special, and hoping that somehow, I could make this last .
Chapter Eleven
I stared at the girl beneath me, basking in the sweet flush of her cheeks, the way her eyes had fluttered closed as if she couldn’t keep them open another minute. Her beautiful, full mouth smiled up at me as I rolled over to my side. I cleaned her up and tucked her under the covers .
I drew her onto my chest and smoothed a hand over her soft, silky hair, so blonde it was practically white, like a halo. She'd need a halo... the angel to my devil. The good girl whose wholesomeness warded off my sins .
When I first met her, I had this weird idea that she'd somehow redeem me, that just being near her I could erase the sins of my past. But now... looking at her, I knew that I would do anything to protect her, to keep her happy and safe, even if that meant selling my soul to do it. I'd lay down my life for this soft, sweet woman who gave it all to me. Her trust. Her blessing. Her love .
It didn’t matter that we hadn’t known each other for long. It didn’t take long
And as I held her against me in the dark quiet of the room, she moved a bit closer, pressing her luscious, naked body up against mine. "You're so strong," she whispered, tracing a finger along the muscles of my shoulders and arms. "How did I get to be taken care of by a big, strong, guy like you? I thought I'd only... I dunno, date dweebs or something ."
I chuckled. "You're friggin' adorable, you know that ?"
"What?" she asked, smiling up at me. "I'm just telling you the truth. I thought I'd end up with like... a banker or something. A guy that wore sweater vests and boat shoes and talked about his mutual funds. Or a regular old guy who was sweet and kind and a hard worker, but who never really rocked my world. I just... never in my wildest dreams could I imagine being with a man like you. A guy who's so dominant and sexy, and... I had no clue it would be so hot to be spanked," she said with a shrug. "Or blindfolded. And now I’m thinking, heck, maybe if you're up for it we can even maybe go to like one of those BDSM clubs? You know? Where you can tie me up or something ?"
I laughed out loud, the sound startling her as she jumped a bit .
"What's so funny?" she whispered. "I wasn't joking. I'm serious !"
"That's what's so funny, baby," I answered. "I know you’re serious. And the truth is, I don't know how we found each other. But I enjoy the hell out of you. I want to take care of you. And, I will. But no fucking way am I taking you to a place where anyone else will lay eyes on you but me .”
"Come here," I said, pulling her tighter and kissing her forehead .
She giggled. "Your whiskers tickle, Daddy ."
"It's late, baby. We need some rest. And tomorrow, I want to give you a good breakfast before you go home ."
I wanted to take care of her. I knew she needed more than she got. I knew she was poor, that much I could tell, from the way her clothes were faded and worn, her cell phone was outdated, her body a little thinner than it should have been. Though she was my beautiful girl, she needed a keeper .
I'd be that keeper .
"Beautiful little girl," I said, not able to stop myself from worshipping her as she lay in my arms, her soft, trusting body pressed up against mine. "Beautiful, sweet girl ."
She smiled, and her eyes began to close .
"You're so tired, babe. Get some sleep now .”
"I don't want to go to sleep," she said. "If I go to sleep, I'll wake up and it'll be time to go home and then I have to say goodbye. Can't I just stay awake?" she asked, even as her eyes drooped closed .
"No, Gabriella. Sleep now. Rest your eyes. We'll find a way that we can still be together. Got it ?"
She nodded, and then she was breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling as she welcomed slumber. I reached down and pulled up the edge of the blanket, covering her as she slept. I held her like that, up against my chest .
Sweet, sweet girl .
I lay in the darkness until I grew sleepy myself, but I couldn’t shut off my mind. My worries and fears went on and on, plaguing me .
What if my father found out who she was? Emilio? What would they do to her? How would I protect her ?
What if she found out who I was ?
All these questions and more kept me awake long after she'd fallen asleep until finally, I pushed myself out of bed. I padded around the room and grabbed a bottle of water from the little refrigerator at the bar. Twisting the top, I gulped in large, cold sips of water, draining the bottle. I tossed it into the trash, and walked to the window, flicking a curtain to the side .
Son of a bitch .
A gleaming black SUV sat right under our window .
I’d recognize that car anywhere. From where I stood, I could see only one thing, but it was enough: the driver had one long, silver scar that ran across his jaw. Even though he sat in the shadows, I knew that scar ran to his hairline, a souvenir from the first day he’d fought for the honor of the family and put a man in the grave .
Emilio. Of all the godforsaken people ...
It was a big fucking deal to be the one who inherited the family, the one who stepped up as leader of the most well-respected organized crime networks in all of Vegas. So much so that he had to hunt me down, had to spy on me? I clenched the drapes in my fists and watched as he started the car and pulled away. He knew, and that was all he needed. I stalked back to the bed where she lay, her arm over her forehead like a child who'd fallen asleep after a long day at an amusement park .
My anger ebbing, I sat on the edge of the bed. Just the sight of her calmed me. I'd worn her out .
I climbed in beside her, lifting the sheets and blankets up over my shoulders. She rolled toward me in her sleep, and I pulled her close, spooning her from behind. As I wrapped my arm around her small, slumbering frame, her presence seeped through me like a drug, relaxing me. I nestled my flank against her soft, curvy ass and my face against her hair, inhaling deeply, as if breathing her in would cleanse me. I closed my eyes and sighed .
She made me want to be a good man .
And lying next to her, I forgot about the man who lay hidden in the darkness outside my window .
Fuck the family. I had all I needed right here. Tomorrow, when the sun rose, I would make this right... somehow. I had to .
" W ake up, Daddy.” I felt a sharp tug on my beard, and her scent enveloped me .
"Hey," I said, my voice still husky from sleep, as I opened one eye and found Gabriella laying on my chest, twirling my beard in her fingers, looking up at me with those huge, beautiful eyes .
"Finally!" she said, her whole face lighting up with a smile. "I thought you were like never gonna wake up. I've been trying to get you to open your eyes and you kept growling and grunting ."
I opened the other eye and couldn't help but smile at her. "You know, there are better ways to wake a man up than to pull his beard." With a quick tug, I had her flat over my chest, so that her body was pressed up against me, my dick already hard against her soft belly .
She bit her lip and grinned, her eyes warming as my hands traveled down the length of her beautiful body and cupped her ass .
“You awake now, Dante?” she asked, brows raised hopefully .
I lifted her and turned so that I lay above her, pinning her beneath me .
“You could say that,” I rasped in her ear, grinding my erection against her naked leg. Fuck, yeah. “You’ve been a naughty girl, waking up Daddy .”
“Oooh,” she said with a teasing glint in her eyes, her voice dropping to just above a whisper. “Maybe Daddy needs to punish me then. Punish me by…” Her voice lowered so much I could hardly hear her, as her cheeks flushed pink and she licked her lips… “Fucking me hard .”
Jesus Christ .
“On your chest,” I rumbled against the shell of her ear. With an adorable squeal, she wiggled out from under me, flipped onto her belly, got up on all fours and arched her back .
Oh, hell yeah .
I slapped her bare ass with the flat of my palm so hard she jerked forward, then slid right back into position with a whimper, wriggling her ass for more. I slapped just below the curve of her ass, at the tender spot where her thighs met her backside, leaving a pink handprint before I rubbed the sting away. Her thighs glistened with arousal, and I gave her another sharp smack, then another, each slap making her huff out a breath .
I leaned against her, my cock pressed to her ass, and wound my fingers around her soft blonde hair before I gave it a sharp tug. Her mouth fell open just before I leaned down and licked her neck, suckling the sweet skin into my mouth before I bit down, just enough to make her pant, but not enough to leave more than a slight mark .
“Oh my God,” she breathed .
I pushed her face down against the pillows, cheek flat against the white pillowcase, and whispered in her ear .
“You stay right here while Daddy takes what’s his. I wanna fuck your sweet pussy again, Gabriella. Yeah ?”
She nodded her head so hard and fast I thought she’d give herself whiplash. “Yes, Daddy .”
“Stay. Right. There,” I ordered as I stripped out of my boxers. She whimpered but obeyed, and I took a moment to appreciate the vivid perfection of her submission to me, her chest on the bed, beautiful eyes closed in trust, ass painted red from my hand. She took what I gave her and asked for more .
“I wanna take you, Gabriella, and I wanna take you hard but you tell me if it’s too much .”
“It’s not too much .”
I chuckled. “Haven’t done it yet, babe .”
I took her hips and held them before I ground into her sweet, wet pussy, holding her tight so she could feel how much I wanted her, but careful not to hurt her. She pushed right back against me, though, inviting harder .
So damned perfect .
I fucked her like I meant it, like this was the last time we’d have this perfection, and she took every stroke .
“God, yes. Just like that. Oh my God, that’s so good, Dante .”
Fuck yes .
With a final thrust of my hips, she came, her head thrown back as she screamed my name, and I followed her, chasing my own ecstasy, needing this, needing to fucking own her .
I held her tight against me .
“Jesus, baby. I didn’t think you could take that .”
She giggled, eyes shut tight with her head still up against the pillow. “I think I’m drunk. I’m… sex drunk. Wow. Just…” She sighed a happy sigh .
I chuckled. "Worked up an appetite ?"
She shrugged. "I didn't have much to eat yesterday. So I’m starving ."
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