“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur, and he exhales against my hair like the words soothed something inside him.
He pulls back just enough to look at me—his eyes gentler now, but still charged with something darker. Possessive. Grounded.
“Now strip.”
The word cuts clean through my fog.
I blink. “What?”
“Strip for me. Slowly.” His voice is low and calm, the kind of command that leaves no room for negotiation. “You need to remember who you belong to. You need to feel it. And I’m going to remind you—right here, right now.”
My fingers tremble, but I obey. He watches every movement with razor focus, like he’s memorizing the way each layer falls away from my skin. When I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear, his breath catches.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, stepping forward and tracing a finger along one of the stretch marks on my side. “These are mine. Every line. Every curve. Every inch of this body belongs to me.”
He kisses my collarbone, then my shoulder, each touch soft and reverent. “You are not nothing, Ava. You are not broken or too much. You aremine. And tonight, I’m going to worship every part of you until you finally believe it.”
His hands are on my bra, unclasping it with a practiced ease, freeing my breasts to rise and fall with my ragged breath. He cups them gently, thumbs brushing over my nipples, eliciting soft moans that melt into the charged air between us. Then he slides my panties down my legs.
Slowly, he lets his own shirt fall to the floor, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the taut muscles beneath, his skin glowing in the dim light. His jeans follow, and when he steps closer, his bare body presses against mine, heat and desire mingling until there’s no space left between us.
I gasp as his mouth finds my neck, his hands roaming my waist, pulling me closer. He lifts me effortlessly, placing me onthe couch in the corner of the office, his body hovering over mine.
“This isn’t about punishment,” he whispers. “This is abouttruth.”
He spreads my thighs, his eyes darkening. “I’m going to take my time with you. Slowly. Thoroughly. You won’t just feel loved—you’ll feelclaimed. And when I’m done, there won’t be a single thought in that beautiful head of yours except that you belong to me”
And as he lowers himself between my legs, I feel it—not just the heat, not just the need—but the certainty. The fear is gone. Because this is where I belong. Right here. With him. And he claims me. His hips press forward, slow but unrelenting, stretching me inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside me, and I’m gasping—every nerve lit, every fear burned away by the weight and heat of him.
“You feel that?” he growls against my neck. “That’smine. This body. This heart. This pussy. Fucking mine.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, nails digging into his back.
He starts to move, dragging himself out of me with agonizing slowness before slamming back in. I moan—loud, shameless—and he grins against my throat.
“Good girl. Let me hear every sound. No hiding. No shame.”
There’s none left. Just need.
He thrusts harder now, rhythm steady, hands firm on my hips as he drives me up the edge. One hand slips down between us, fingers circling my clit with practiced control, and my whole body arches.
“You’re going to come for me,” he commands. “And when you do, I want you to say it. Say who you belong to.”
The coil inside me snaps fast and hard, my body clenching around him, the orgasm ripping through me like lightning. My cry breaks into words:
“You!I’m yours, Daddy—only yours!”
With a deep, shuddering groan, he follows—burying himself deeper inside me as he releases with a final, possessive thrust. He holds me tight, forehead pressed to mine, both of us panting, raw, connected.
He doesn’t move right away. He stays inside me, arms wrapped around me like a vow.
Minutes pass like that—his breath in my hair, his heartbeat against my chest, his body heavy and warm, grounding me.
Eventually, he eases out and pulls me into his lap on the couch, cradling me against his bare chest like something precious. I melt into him, boneless and quiet, still coming down.
He wraps a blanket around us and kisses the top of my head. “Are you okay, baby?”
I nod, voice small. “I’ve never felt… like this. Not just the sex—just…this. Like I’m safe. Like I’mseen.”
