"What's that?"
"That I can't do this halfway. I need someone who's all in. Who wants the structure and control of having a Daddy Dom. Someone who is able to be vulnerable with me. Who trusts me enough to let go." He tilts my chin up. "Someone like you."
My eyes prick with tears. "I'm all in."
"I know. That's why this works."
He kisses me then, deep and slow and thorough, his hand fisting in my hair, holding my head tight. I melt into him, let him lead, and it feels like coming home. It feels so right.
When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard.
"Stay," he says. "Tonight. I'll take you to work in the morning."
"Is that a question or a command?"
"Both."
I smile. "Then I'll stay."
The air between us is thick, charged with something more than just the heat of the moment. It’s trust. It’sus.
I pull back just enough to meet his gaze, my fingers trembling as I trace the line of his jaw.
“I’m all in,” I whisper again, because I need him to know, tofeelit.
His eyes darken, his breath hitching as I sink to my knees in front of him. The carpet is soft beneath me, but my skin is still hot, still sensitive from his touch. I reach for his belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle, the zipper. He watches me, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me without words.
When I free him, he’s already hard, already throbbing. I lick my lips, my pulse racing as I take him in my mouth. His groan is low, rough, his fingers tightening in my hair as I hollow my cheeks, my tongue swirling around the tip. I love the way he tastes, the way his breath catches, the way his hips twitch when I take him deeper. He might be in control but in this moment, with his hard cock throbbing between my lips? I’m definitely the one in charge.
“Fuck, Holly,” he growls, his voice strained. “Just like that, baby girl.”
I moan around him, the vibration making him shudder. His grip on my hair tightens, his hips rolling just a little, just enough to let me know he’s close. I can feel it in the way his muscles tense, the way his breath comes faster. I want to make him lose control. I want to be the reason he falls apart.
But before he can, he pulls me off with a sharp inhale. “Enough,” he says, his voice rough. He helps me to my feet, then turns me around, pressing my hands to the couch. “Stay just like that.”
I obey, my heart pounding as I hear him kick off his pants, the rustle of fabric. Then his hands are on my hips, his cock pressing against me, hot and insistent. He doesn’t tease. He doesn’t make me wait. He pushes inside me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely, and I cry out, my fingers curling into the upholstery.
“You feel so good,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips as he sets a relentless pace. Each snap of his hips sends a jolt of pleasure through me, the sting of my spanking mixing with the heat of him inside me. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Daddy,” I whimper, my voice breaking. “Please?—”
“I’ve got you,” he promises, his hand reaching around to circle my clit, his fingers working in tight, demanding circles. “Come for me, baby girl. Now.”
And I do. My orgasm crashes over me, my body clenching around him, my cry muffled against the couch. He follows with a groan, his release spilling inside me, his body shuddering against mine.
For a long moment, we stay like that—him still buried inside me, his chest pressed to my back, his breath warm against my neck. Then he pulls out gently, helping me to my feet. My legs are unsteady, my body still buzzing, but he’s there, his arm around my waist, steadying me.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leading me toward the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
The shower is already running by the time we step inside, steam filling the air. He guides me under the spray, his hands sure and gentle as he lathers the soap, washing every inch of me.His touch is thorough, almost reverent, as he cleans between my legs, his fingers lingering just long enough to make me shiver.
Then he’s washing my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp, the scent of his shampoo wrapping around me. I lean into him, my eyes closed, my body pliant. He rinses the suds away, his hands cradling my face as he tilts my head back, making sure every last trace is gone.
“There,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “All clean.”
I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. There’s something in his expression, something tender and fierce all at once. “I love you,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them. It’s too soon but I can’t help the way I feel.
His breath catches. He cups my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “I love you too, Holly. More than you know.”
