"Bedtime's in an hour and a half. Start wrapping up."
The other men don't react at all, like this is completely normal behavior. The women share a quick glance and a small smile that speaks volumes without saying anything.
"We should do this again," Bunny says simply, her eyes warm and knowing.
"I'd like that," I admit, and I mean it more than she probably realizes.
Later, driving back to Geoff's cabin, I'm quiet as I process the evening and everything it revealed.
"You okay?" he asks, glancing over at me in the darkness of the truck.
"Yeah. They're really nice. All of them."
"Told you they would be." He squeezes my hand where it rests on the console between us. "You were good today, little girl. Ate all your meals, followed all the rules perfectly."
My stomach flips at the reminder, arousal flooding through me. "Do I get my reward now?"
"Eager little thing." But he's smiling, and there's heat in his eyes when he glances at me. "Yes. You get your reward."
Anticipation builds with every step from the truck to the door, my heart racing and my skin tingling with awareness. He doesn't give me time to be nervous or second-guess anything. Just pulls me inside the moment the door closes, kisses me deep and claiming, his hands already moving over my body with purpose and possession.
"Upstairs," he orders against my mouth. "Strip. Get on the bed and wait for me."
I practically run up the stairs, my breath coming fast. I strip out of my dress and underwear with shaking hands, letting the clothes pool on the floor. Climb onto his bed and wait, my body thrumming with need and anticipation.
He takes his time coming up, and I can hear him moving around downstairs, deliberately drawing out the anticipation. When he finally enters the bedroom, he's already shirtless, and I can see the scars from his injuries - puckered skin on his back and shoulder, evidence of his brokenness that somehow makes him more beautiful to me, more real.
"Look at you." He stalks toward the bed with predatory grace. "My perfect little girl, all naked and waiting for Daddy."
"Please," I breathe, already desperate.
"Please what? Use your words."
"Please touch me. Please make me yours. Please, Daddy."
He climbs onto the bed and cages me beneath him, his weight and heat overwhelming in the best way. "But first, I need to know you're sure. Once I claim you like this, you're mine. Completely. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'm sure. I want to be yours."
"Good girl."
He kisses down my body, worshipping every inch. My neck, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. When he settles between my legs, I'm already trembling.
"Still frustrated from yesterday?" he asks, breath hot against my center.
"Yes! So frustrated, Daddy, please."
"Then let's fix that."
He devours me. Tongue and fingers working together, no teasing this time. Just pure pleasure designed to make me fall apart. I'm so wound up from yesterday's denial that I'm close embarrassingly fast.
"Can I come? Please, Daddy?"
"Come for me, little girl. Let me taste it."
I shatter, crying out his name. He works me through it, then keeps going. Brings me right back up to the edge.
"Again," he orders. "Give me another one."
