His grip tightens ever so slightly, just enough to claim more of my focus. “Uh-uh, princess. Use your words.”
“Yes, Daddy, I remember” I breathe, my voice shaky but obedient.
“Good girl.” His thumb strokes along the side of my throat—reassuring, grounding—even as his eyes burn with intent. “Know that I won’t tolerate bratty without consequences. And rolling those pretty eyes when I’m about to worship you?” He tsks, shaking his head. “Not very grateful. The only time you're allowed to roll your eyes is when you cum for me. Understood?” He demands
Heat coils low in my belly, a delicious mix of guilt and want. I nod and whisper, “I’m sorry Daddy.”
He leans in close, lips brushing mine, teasing. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure youlearn.”
And just like that, his hand slips from my neck to my chest, then lower—trailing fire as he goes. Every movement is a lesson. Every look, every word, every touch is a reminder: I’m his. And tonight, he’s going to make sure Idon’t forget it.The words sink in like a brand, hot and unforgettable. He rises with me still straddling him, like I weigh nothing—like carrying me is the most natural thing in the world. My arms wrap instinctively around his neck, breath catching as he walks us through the apartment with steady, purposeful strides.
The shift in space—the quiet command of it—only makes my pulse race faster.
He pushes open my bedroom door with his foot, eyes never leaving mine. The air feels heavier here, more intimate, like the walls know what’s about to happen. Like they’re holding their breath with me.
He lowers me onto the bed, covering my body with his, but still holding himself just above me—teasing, testing. One hand finds my wrists, pinning them gently above my head. The other tracesdown my ribs, my waist, my hip, until I’m squirming beneath him, desperate and aching.
“Say it again,” he whispers, lips brushing my collarbone. Desperation in his voice.
My breath shakes. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
That does it.
He groans like the sound physically undoes him, then dips his head and takes my nipple into his mouth through the lace, tongue flicking, teeth grazing—just enough to make me cry out. His hand slides down, slipping between my thighs, and he lets out a low, appreciative growl.
“So wet for me already?” he mutters. “Fuck, baby… I haven’t eventouchedyou yet.”
And when he does—when his fingers find exactly where I need him—I forget how to breathe. Forget everything but the feel of him, the heat of his body, the way he looks at me like I’m everything.
Every movement is deliberate. Every whisper, every groan, every drag of his fingers is building me toward something that feels more than physical. It’s surrender, yes—but not because I’m powerless. It’s because I trust him to hold all of me. And hedoes.
His hands are magical and with each thrust of his fingers inside me my orgasm is closer to destroying me.
"That's it baby, cum for Daddy. I want to see you soak my hand and this whole bed with your sweetness.”
It doesn't take long for him to take me to heights only he has been capable of, and with the filthy words that leave his mouth my orgasm overwhelms me.
My body arches off the bed and my voice cracks with the cry that escapes me. Elijah continues to move his fingers inside me, extracting every last drop of pleasure.
"You've been such a good girl for me baby. But I'm not done with you yet. Do you want Daddy to fuck this delicious pussy?"
"Yes Daddy, please I need you." - The need in my voice is unmistakable, raw and shameless.
"Daddy will give you everything you need and so much more my sweet girl. But we need protection, because as much as I would love to fill you with my cum, we have to be careful." he tells me with a sweet voice but at the same time full of lust.
"We don't need it, I had surgery a while back, and the last time I was with someone was over 6 years ago. But if I didn't wh..."
I don't finish the sentence because his lips are taking my breath away for the umpteenth time tonight.
"Ohh baby, are you telling me I can fuck you bare? That I can fill this sweet, tight little pussy as I please?"
"Yes Daddy" - I tell him, trembling with anticipation.
"My perfect girl." He says getting up, taking the hem of my panties and dragging them with him. I have been naked before in front of him, but for some reason right now feels more intimate, more intense.
When he has me completely naked and open only for his pleasure. He makes a bundle with my panties and takes them to the nose, sniffing them deeply.
"You smell divine princess," his voice thick with arousal.
