Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
"Daddy," I whimper.
"Davina." His whiskey eyes crackle with fury. "What did I tell you about running, little girl?"
"I…" I gulp, his rule about running slamming into me like a brick wall. I'm supposed to run to him, not from him. I'm supposed to bring my tears and my fears to him. "I'm sorry."
"Not good enough." He crooks a finger, calling me forward.
I stumble toward him on shaking legs.
As soon as I'm within his reach, he's on top of me, pressing me back against the wall out of sight of the road, his hard body pinning me in place.
"You ran from me," he growls.
"I'm sorry!" I sob.
He boosts me up into his arms, his hands already delving beneath my skirt. "You can say sorry with this perfect little cunt." My panties are flicked aside, no match for my daddy. One finger runs through my folds, homing in on my clit.
I cry out, arching into him.
"Get my cock out, little girl. Now."
He sinks his finger into me, pumping, twisting, already driving me toward the brink of an orgasm. I shake in his arms, ripping at the button of his slacks.
The zipper slides down under my trembling fingers, the fabric parting to reveal his hard length. I can't help but gasp in anticipation.
"Good girl," he praises me, but there's nothing sweet or gentle in his tone. It's dark and dangerous, promise and warning all wrapped up in two words. "Now, put me inside you."
I understand that this is my punishment, yet why does it feel so much like a reward? Why does the thought of sinking down onto him make my heart flutter?
With a shaky breath, I guide him to my entrance. I feel the head of his cock nudging against my sex, the intimate contact making my heart speed. His gaze burns into mine—unblinking whiskey eyes filled with savage hunger.
A cry wrenches from my throat as he fills me, stretching me wide. He grunts in satisfaction as I take him deeper, inch by inch—giving myself over to his possession.
"Fuck," he growls, suddenly lifting me higher onto his hips before slamming me back down onto his hard shaft with punishing force.
The surprise has me gasping, stars exploding behind my closed eyelids as pleasure rockets through me.
"You broke the rules, little girl," he grits out between clenched teeth.
I can only whimper in response, clinging desperately to him as he fucks me ruthlessly against the wall. Each thrust rocks my body, sending shocks of pleasure through me. My world narrows to this—to him caging me in with his body, claiming me with each brutal drive of his hips into mine.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," I whimper, the words barely coherent as they tumble from my lips. But he hears them—he always does.
He stills momentarily, his heavy gaze locking onto mine. He's searching for something, gauging my sincerity maybe. And then he's moving again, this time even harder. Pleasure and pain mix in a delicious cocktail that has me spiraling toward an abyss of ecstasy.
"Make sure you remember this lesson, little girl," he warns me. "Remember what happens when you break daddy's rules. You run, Daddy chases. And then Daddy fucks right where he finds you until you remember who you belong to."
"You," I moan. "I belong to you, Daddy." My body trembles as I brace for the exquisite torment of his punishment.
The world blurs around us as he fucks into me with hard, urgent thrusts. His hands move roughly over my body, squeezing my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples until I'm squirming against him.
My climax hits me like a freight train, a wave of pleasure that washes over me and leaves me writhing in his arms.
He gathers me close and holds me tight against him as I ride out the waves.
And when I'm spent, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. "You're forgiven, baby girl," he whispers. "Daddy will always forgive you."
I sob, falling apart in his arms.
"What did he say to you, baby girl?" he asks when I finally cry myself out, his hands gentle as they comb through my hair. "Talk to me."
"He…" I shudder, pressing my face to his throat before I pull back to look at him. "Promise me something," I beg.
"You know I'll give you anything."
"Promise me that being with me, that t-taking care of me isn't going to r-ruin your life," I plead. "Promise me, Micah."
"What?"
"Promise!" I cry, needing his reassurance that, no matter what, I won't mess up his life. "If being with me like this is bad for you, then I won't be your Little anymore. I'll just be Davina, okay?"
He goes rigid beneath me, completely frozen. "What the fuck?"
Tears well in my eyes at the pain in his. At the rasp in his voice. I'm hurting him without even meaning to do it.
"He s-saw us go into the Sterling Rope last night," I explain. "He a-asked if you b-beat me. I tried to tell him that it's not like that, but he already knew. The first day we were here, he heard us t-together. He came back after we thought he'd left. He k-knows that you're my daddy. He said it's wrong and that he's going to tell everyone."