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)
She's whimpering now, her thighs quivering against my hand as I bring her closer to the edge of ecstasy. The sight of her writhing beneath my touch sends a surge of possessiveness coursing through my veins.
"You're going to come for Daddy, aren't you? Going to let go and show me what a good girl you are?"
My words push her closer to the brink.
"Daddy…I…I…" She rocks against me, her hips moving rhythmically as she arches back against the wall, mindlessly chasing her orgasm.
"That's it, baby girl," I whisper against her flushed skin. "Let go for Daddy. Let me feel it."
Her climax hits like a tidal wave crashing over her. Her head thumps against the wall, her eyes rolling back as my name breaks from her lips in the sweetest cry. "Daddy!"
I keep my thumb on her clit, stroking her G-spot at the same time, forcing her to ride each wave of ecstasy as they hit her one after another after another. I don't relent until she's pleading for mercy, her body plastered to the wall, limp and spent. Only then do I slip my hand from between her legs, wrapping her securely in my arms.
"Good girl," I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she shakes in my arms. My heart thrums with a satisfaction I've never felt. She's mine, my little girl.
I intend to make her my fucking world.
Chapter Four
Davina
My body trembles, aftershocks still rippling through me as I cling to Micah, my breath coming in shuddering gasps. He holds me close to his chest, his heartbeat a steady song against my ear. I can't bring myself to let him go. I don't want to let him.
"Baby girl," he whispers, his voice a deep and seductive rumble against my ear as he gives my thoughts right back to me, "I'm not ready to let you go yet."
I have to tell him where I work. My boss would lose his mind if he found out that I let our new billionaire client make me come in a BDSM club like this. The truth is right there on the tip of my tongue…but I've never felt closer to anyone in my life.
"I'm not ready for you to let me go either, Daddy," I whisper instead.
"Come upstairs with me," he says, his breath hot against my skin. "Let me show you what it means to be my little girl."
I hesitate, knowing he deserves the truth. But he's everything I've ever wanted. Had I known exactly what to ask for in a daddy, it would have been this man.
I crumble to temptation, unable to withstand its allure.
"Are we going to play more, Daddy?" I peek up at him through my lashes, trying to gauge his reaction.
He groans out loud, gripping my ass firmly in his hands. "Just try to keep Daddy from playing with you, baby girl," he growls.
In one swift motion, he scoops me up into his arms bridal style and carries me out of the orgy room.
I can't help but smile, hiding my face against his shoulder, feeling both protected and owned. He overwhelms me as he carries me—the scent of his cologne, the feel of his strong arms around me, the sound of his heartbeat beneath my ear. This man has awoken a hunger inside me that's unlike anything I've ever felt, and I can't help but crave more.
As he carries me through the club, I allow myself to get lost in his embrace, trusting him to take care of me. For the first time in my life, I'm not in charge of myself, and it feels amazing.
His warm breath tickles my ear as his boots hit the bottom step. The anticipation of what's to come leaves my heart pounding and my body trembling with desire.
"Almost there, baby girl," he murmurs softly.
At the top of the steps, he stops to speak to someone. They murmur back and forth for several moments. I don't bother lifting my head to find out who it is. I just want to stay right where I am, nestled in his embrace, safe and warm.
Keys jangle a second later.
"Thanks, brother," Micah says.
"Anytime," the other man says before Micah strides down the hall again, his hand a warm weight on my back.
He stops walking after a moment and the keys jangle again before a door opens. I can't help but peek over his shoulder this time, curious to see what part of the club he's brought me to now.
I blink as he carries me inside the luxurious apartment. Warm, golden light emanates from ornate chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. Plush rugs cover the hardwood floors, and expensive artwork adorns the walls. My gaze travels to the furniture, which is sleek and modern, but still exudes a sense of elegance and comfort.
"This isn't part of the club," I say.