Page 42 of Dose

A laugh tears out of me mid-stroke. She grins, pleased with herself, and I kiss the grin from her mouth before driving into her harder.

“Daddy,” she breathes.

My rhythm stutters. She feels it and says it again.

“Daddy, harder. Please.”

“Careful what you ask for.”

I give it to her. The bed frame knocks against the floor, and she meets every stroke, her nails biting into my back.

I lower my mouth to her ear and let the wanting speak.

“Do you know what I think about when you bend over that bench?” I drive deep enough to pull a cry from her. “Every position. Every surface outside my laboratory. You on your knees. You riding me.” My hand closes around the curve of her backside. “Your ass, someday. Not today. Not until you ask me for it. But I want it, baby girl. I want you trusting me with that too.”

She goes still beneath me.

I stop at once.

Her eyes open wide. “My—” She blinks. “People do that?”

The question is so sincerely scandalized that fondness hits me almost as hard as the lust.

“They do.”

“On purpose.”

“Very much on purpose.”

Her surprise begins rearranging itself into curiosity. I can see the exact moment it happens.

“What preparation would that require?” she asks.

“Time. Lubricant. My fingers first. Going slowly enough that you never have to endure it.” I brush my mouth over hers. “And stopping the moment your body or your mouth says no. It doesn’t happen until you want it.”

“Noted.” Her face is scarlet. Around me, unmistakably, her muscles tighten.

Her eyes widen again, this time at herself.

“Log that,” she whispers. “Apparently it requires investigation.”

“Everything about you requires investigation.” I move again, slowly at first, waiting for her body to follow. It does. “I could spend the rest of my life learning you and still refuse to publish a single result.”

“Possessive,” she gasps.

“You already logged that.”

“Feral, then.”

“Demonstrably.” My fingers find her where our bodies meet, circling until she draws taut beneath me. “Any complaints?”

“None filed—oh⁠—”

Her rhythm breaks. I feel her tightening around me and keep the pressure steady, relentless.

“That’s it. Come for me, baby girl. Let me feel what’s mine.”

She breaks with my name in her mouth. The sound and the grip of her body tear the last of my control loose. I bury my face in her hair and come inside her, mind going white and silent.