I don’t know what to say. I stammer, trying to find the right words. “Y–You said… You told me to leave. You said—” I stop and take a breath. “You said that I’m free to leave if I want to.”
“I know what I said. Now, I’m saying… I’m asking you not to leave.” He pauses, his mouth twisting as if trying to find the right words. “I’ve always wanted to be a father, Natalya. I only got to have one for a short period in my childhood. And I always swore to myself that if I ever do have the chance to be a father, I would do everything I could to be better than him. Part of that is deciding not to let you raise this baby alone.”
I tilt my head at him. “Anton, I… What are you saying? Is it me you really want, or…?”
He puts his hands on my shoulders. “I want you to be mine. I don’t know how it’s happened, but you’re a part of me now. As strange as this sounds, I am in love with you. I think I’ve loved you from the very start. You’re everything that I could ever need or want. All that being said, I want to be a father to this baby.”
I don’t let him finish. It’s too much. It’s all just too much. My breath starts to hitch with sobs and I throw myself into his arms. The moment my lips connect with his, it feels like a home that I’ve never had. He wraps his arms around me and it’s like a wall of protection, a warm blanket of love that I’ve always needed.
“Stay with me,Devushka,” he murmurs against my mouth. I melt against his body at the sound of his name for me. “Stay.”
“I’m not leaving.” My voice shakes with emotion. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He lifts me up, sweeping me off my feet and to the couch. He pauses, closing his eyes and turning from me. The effort was a little more than he expected thanks to the wound in his side. I touch his face gently. “You’re hurt. Don’t overextend yourself.”
He smiles and with a little chuckle he responds with, “You’re as light as a feather, Little One.”
He pulls at my shirt and I help him get it up and over my head. He kisses me, his hands on my breasts. His thumbs move over my nipples through the thin material of my bra, and I shudder. They’ve gotten so sensitive.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” he murmurs. His hand moves up to the strap of my bra and pulls it down my shoulder. “Take this off. Take it all off.”
He lets me sit up and I undo my bra. He takes off his shirt and I’m momentarily distracted by his muscles and the lion tattoo that goes over his shoulder and up his neck. With the exception of the bandage on his side, he’s a perfect masterpiece. My mouth waters with the need to kiss his chest and those abs…
I undo my jeans, pulling them down and kicking them off. He takes them and tosses them aside. My panties, he takes hold of, tearing the sides and ripping them off my body.
He leans into me, gentle nips between kisses, biting my lips, my chin. He kisses my neck and moves his tongue down the center of my chest. Both my breasts are in his hands, his fingers flicking my hardened nipples. The moment his mouth covers my left nipple and I feel the pressing of his teeth, I say, “They’re sensitive.”
He pauses, then looks up at me curiously. “‘They’re sensitive’…what?”
I bite my lip, knowing exactly what he’s looking for. Suddenly, the idea of him giving me just a little pain is enticing. When I don’t answer, he raises an eyebrow. He extends his tongue, flicking my nipple slowly. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning.
“You know what to call me,” he says between licks. “I won’t warn you again, Little One.”
My toes are curling with anticipation. When I don’t give him anything, his teeth surround my nipple as he squeezes the other one between his fingers. As his bite deepens, the sting runs through me like a warm river. I throw my head back, a shaking moan escaping my lips.
“Daddy,” I moan.
“That’s my girl,” he says, loosening his grip on me. He sucks on my sore nipples, switching from one to the other. “I’m beginning to think you like me to punish you a little, don’t youDevushka?”
“Sometimes, I just need a little correcting—Oh… fuck…”
He bites my nipple again, twisting the other one hard. I grab the edge of the couch as the pleasure of the pain swims within me. It’s almost too much. I arch my back a little and my pussy presses against his abdomen. He notice him smiling up at me.
“That little pussy is eager for your toy, hmm?”
I nod. I’ve never wanted him to fuck me so bad in my life.
“Patience, my love. Give me what I want and you can play with it for as long as you like.”
He circles my sore nipples, soothing them with his warm, wet tongue. Then he moves down to my abdomen, tasting my skin with deep kisses.
His kisses land on my inner thighs, his fingers gently rubbing my lips, spreading them apart and sliding up to my clit over and over again. I can feel my pussy walls pulsing as he teases me.
“You’re practically dripping,” he says. “I know you want to come on my fingers.”
I could. It wouldn’t take much at this point. When I don’t answer, he lifts his eyebrows. “Answer me, darling.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, Daddy.”
