“Why should I allow you to come?”
“I’m being good, Your Grace.” And she would do anything he wanted if she could just have the release she desperately needed.
“Beg me, little one.”
“Please, Your Grace,” she whimpered.
“Daddy,” he corrected. “From now on, you shall refer to me as ‘Daddy’ if you wish to come.”
She thought she had heard the term before, as a name for one’s father. But she really didn’t care to overthink it. If it made him feel even half as good as she felt being his “little one” then he was definitely her “Daddy.”
“Please, Daddy,” she pleaded, finding that using the nickname turned her on even more. “I need to come, Daddy. I’ll be good.”
“Fuck. That’s it,” Victor encouraged, one hand sliding to her front to stroke her most sensitive spot as he plunged all the way inside of her. “Come for Daddy. Scream for me when you do so.”
Olivia gasped as he shifted his angle, striking a spot deep within that sent sparks of pleasure through her entire body. Shecame completely undone, pushing back against him as much as she could when her release took over.
“Daddy,” she screamed out. “Daddy, that’s so good.”
He released a low growl as one hand gripped her hip and the other pushed against her back, holding her into the mattress as he thrust hard into her one more time, filling her with his warm seed.
“Fuck, little one,” he groaned, while his cock twitched inside of her.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she sighed with her cheek remaining pressed against the coverlet from how he had her pinned.
Victor leaned over her back. “You pleased Daddy, my good girl,” he murmured against her hair. “Perhaps I should spank you more often.”
She would be too embarrassed to admit to anyone that the notion excited her far more than it should.
Chapter Four
Victor
Victor watched as the morning light cast a golden glow across Olivia’s sleeping form. He’d normally have been awake for hours by this time, as was his habit from years of military discipline. Even years after leaving the battlefield, his body had always refused to sleep past dawn.
He studied his wife’s softened features. Her honey-brown hair spilled across the pillow in wild disarray, her lips slightly parted, her breathing deep and even. She looked even younger like this, unburdened by the armor of wit and defiance she wore in waking hours.
A possessive satisfaction coursed through him. Her body responded to his commands with an eagerness that surprised him. He hadn’t intended to have her refer to him as her Daddy so soon, but she had driven him to the brink of madness and he couldn’t help himself.
His little one. The thought came unbidden as he gazed at her sleeping form. The term that had first shocked him now felt natural when he thought of Olivia. Daddy. A provider, a protector, a firm but loving authority. Not a father in thetraditional sense—God forbid—but a dominant force that spoke directly to the need within them both.
Last night when she’d called him that, something had shifted inside him. The word on her lips had ignited power and possessiveness that went beyond mere sexual dominance. Although that was present, too. It was a role he wanted to fulfill in every aspect of their relationship—not just in bed, but throughout their lives together. To be her safe harbor, her guide, her ultimate authority. Her Daddy.
He had been gentle with her thus far, at least by his standards. He was gradually introducing her to the pleasures he intended to explore. But his patience was wearing thin. The sound of her gasps, the sight of her surrender, the way she yielded to his control. It all stoked a hunger in him that grew more demanding with each encounter. He couldn’t wait to push her further, to test her limits, to see just how completely she could submit to his will.
“Are you always this restless in the morning?”
Olivia’s sleep-roughened voice drew his attention back to the bed. She had propped herself up on one elbow, the sheet slipping to reveal the curve of her breast. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, and he was mesmerized by the golden flecks in her hazel eyes.
“Military habit,” he replied, letting the curtain fall back into place. “Dawn rises, so do I.”
She stretched languidly, unconcerned with her nakedness as she rose from their bed and then covered herself with a dressing robe.
“What am I to do today?” she asked, before splashing cool water on her face.
“For the next week,” he said, “you will learn the household. Meet with the housekeeper, the cook, the butler. Familiarize yourself with how Ravenswood House operates.”
She nodded, seeming agreeable to his command. “When will I see you today?”
