I obey; my legs unsteady as I rise. He follows, towering over me, his presence overwhelming in the best way. Without a word, he moves to the hearth, kneels, and unfolds a thick wool blanket I hadn’t noticed before. He spreads it out in front of the fire, the flickering light casting shadows on his face.
“On your knees,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I sink to the blanket, the wool soft beneath my knees. He kneels behind me, his body heat enveloping me as his hands slide up my back, pushing my hair aside. His lips brush the shell of my ear. “You’re going to let me take care of you now. No thinking. No worrying. Just feel.”
His fingers find the hem of my sweater, pulling it up slowly, deliberately. The cool air kisses my skin as he peels the fabric away, then my bra, leaving me exposed to his gaze. I shiver, not from cold, but from the intensity of his focus.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they’re hard and aching. “You’re so responsive. So perfect.”
I arch into his touch, a whimper escaping my lips. His hand slides around my throat, not tight, just enough to tilt my head back against his shoulder. “You’re going to come for me, Holly. And you’re going to do it exactly when I tell you to.”
His other hand trails down my stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans. I lift my hips, helping him pull them off, along with my underwear, until I’m naked before him, the firelight dancing across my skin.
“Lie back,” he commands.
I do, the blanket soft beneath me, the fire warm on my skin. He looms over me, his eyes dark with desire. “Hands above your head. Don’t move them.”
I obey, my pulse racing as he settles between my thighs, his fingers tracing the inside of my knee, then higher, teasing but never quite touching where I need him most.
“Justin, please—” I gasp as his fingers finally brush my clit, light as a feather.
“Patience,” he murmurs, his hand still gentle around my throat. “You’ll come when I say. Not before.”
His fingers move in slow, deliberate circles, building the pressure inside me to an unbearable level. I squirm, my hips lifting, but his free hand pins me down.
“Stay still,” he orders, his voice a low growl. “Let me give you what you need.”
I whimper, my body trembling as he works me closer and closer to the edge, his touch expert, relentless. Just as I’m about to shatter, he stops, his fingers stilling.
“Not yet,” he says, his breath hot against my ear. “You’ll wait for me.”
I whine in frustration, but the sound is cut off as his mouth crashes down on mine, his kiss demanding, possessive. His hand slides back between my legs, his fingers resuming their torturous rhythm.
“Now, Holly,” he commands, his voice rough. “Come for me.”
The orgasm crashes over me, waves of pleasure so intense I cry out, my body arching off the blanket. He doesn’t let go,his hand still around my throat, his fingers working me through every last shudder.
As I come down, he gathers me into his arms, pressing kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So perfect for me.”
I melt into him, boneless and sated, the firelight wrapping us in its glow. For the first time, I believe him. I’m not too much. I’m exactly what he wants.
CHAPTER 5
Later, when darkness falls and the fire burns low, we're back on the couch. I’m curled against his side, his arm around my shoulders. We've talked about everything and nothing: my college years, his first business failure, my book club friends, his expansion plans for the park.
"They sound protective," Justin says when I mention Madison and the others checking in. "Your book club."
"They are. We all are. We made a mini club inside of the larger book club. There are seven of us who are in our early twenties and prefer Daddy Dom little girl dynamics to Daddy dynamics. Like, we love reading about the alpha male Daddy who takes control but we also like a little age regression in our books. The author who runs our book club writes both, but lately she’s gone more dominant and less DDlg. So, we ventured out and made our own sub chapter. We still read and follow along in the main group but also do our own thing.”
“Tell me more about your friends,” he says, pulling me closer until my head is resting on his chest.
“Well, there’s Madison. She’s a TikTok influencer.”
“For real?”
“Yep. She makes major bank on her videos. I keep waiting for her to do something stupid and be corrected by a Daddy. You know, there’s not actually a lot of you in real life.” I tease.
“There’s more of us than you know. You said there are seven of you? Who are the other five?” He listens as if he really cares to know about my friends, and also, I think he might be making a mental spreadsheet for later.
