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She does as asked and I roughly plunge into those heated, wet depths. In this position, everything’s tighter, and when I hit the back of her throat, she clamps down so hard that I almost come, but I hold back and fuck her face.
When it’s too much, I pull out, hold the chair in place, and smack her with my cock.
“Why, Daddy?”
“Because it felt right,” I growl. “You’re spoiled, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“You want me to spoil you too, coddle you, give you the world.”
“N-no, I want to be yours. I want you to teach me, punish me, reward me. I want…” She frowns. She’s so turned on, a puddle of wetness forms on the upholstery beneath her. “I want to be… I don’t know the words, Daddy. I saw you and recognized my owner, my master, but you were more than that, and Daddy fit. I… I don’t want you to be my actual daddy, but I want…”
She’s almost crying. She’s so on the edge that every emotion seems to crash into her in waves. “I want you. I love you, Daddy. I love you.”
Shit. Fuck.
“Open your mouth.”
She does and I fuck her harder. It’s hot, glorious, and simple compared to what she’s just said to me.
In this moment, she does belong to me. She wants a softer Master, a softer Dom, one who’ll be there for her always. I’m not that. But the killer is I recognized her, too.
In another life, another?—
I pull out, because even pushing my thoughts somewhere else isn’t working; the urge to come is too strong. Her mouth is too damn perfect.
I release the chair and stroke my cock slowly to try and calm the fuck down. I ache to come. I ache for her.
Her words sing their song in my veins.
“Thing is, baby girl, you don’t know shit.”
She looks at me, the tears glistening, and she says, “I know how I feel. And I know you can do whatever you want to me and I’m yours.”
“Fuck.”
I can’t hold back. I jerk my cock harder, my gut clenching, balls tightening as the orgasm rushes to the tip. When I come, I groan as the pleasure slams into me. Ropes of cum spurt all over her. Her face. Tits. Her stomach. Cunt. I paint her in it.
When I’m done, when my body stills, I close the space between us. “You’re mine, but that’s a curse. I’ll break you, baby girl.”
“Do it,” she spits. “Do your worst. I can take it, Daddy.”
I start to rub my cum into her bare flesh. “I’m not letting you come. I’m going to take you out, bring you back here, and fuck your cunt, then your ass. Then you’ll go to sleep unfulfilled.”
“If you fuck me, Orion,” she says, looking me in the eye. “I’ll get what I want. If you don’t, we both lose out.”
I kiss her. I kiss her hard and long, and then I untie her. “Get dressed.”
“Can I shower?”
“Fuck no. I want you covered in me.” I tuck myself away. She pulls on her panties and bra and then gets the dress I bought her.
We head out for a nice dinner, the kind of place that once, a million years ago, would have fit me. It does nothing for me now. Or for Dakota, from what it looks like.
Dinner conversation is light and easy. She tells me about the posts she and Harley made, and she spins what she thinks is a funny story of SlyGuyZero, an online fan—or stalker, if you fucking ask me. Because I’ve noticed him on every post she makes.
But I don’t say anything beyond generic words of encouragement, and she drinks a little too much wine, probably because no one asked for her ID.
