Rightnow.
“Daddy, Daddy,Daddy,” I begged, the word falling out of me with each choppy breath as he kept pounding his fingers against that magical part of my anatomy that I hadn’t… hadn’t fully believed existed, not before he’d found it, woken it up, and claimed it as his own. “Daddy,please. Now. Now. I need you. I need your cock.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he growled. “Soon.”
And then he took his fingers all the way out of me, making me sob… but then almost immediately, he pushed them right back in,moreof them, this time stretching me so hard that everything burned and my thoughts all crashed to a halt and my hole… my holescreamed. It was too much. It was…
Consuming me.
Stealing all my attention.
Teaching me that Ididlike some things that hurt. I liked them for Daddy.
He eased his fingers out, then thrust them in again, and it overwhelmed me. It was… it was like the quiet space he sent my head to, but instead of the calm joy of submission, all I felt was a blanket of white noise, a frantic desperation that I knew,knewonly he could satisfy. It was a waiting, a craving, aneed.
“Daddy,” I whispered, my thighs shaking and my stomach quivering and all my focus, every bit of it, on the too-big too-much too-full feeling as he slowly fucked those fingers into me. Then faster. Thenfaster. “Daddy…please.”
The hurting had something else in it now. An electric pleasure, a syrupy ripple, that magic from my prostate.
And it was building, growing, coiling tighter and tighter, but not tightenough. Not enough to spring.
“Daddy.”
It was the only word my brain could process. The only one I needed. He would take care of me.
But I wanted him to take care of menow.
“That’s it.Christ, Rene, look how hungry your ass is. I need to be inside you, baby. I need to feel this perfection gripping my cock. Need you, fucking hell, need younow, baby.”
Finally.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Daddy.”
Iachedfor him.
He’d told me that very first time that aching for him was exactly how he wanted me. And knowing that—knowing that everything he did tomepleasedhim, that everything that I’d thought hadn’t worked right about me had only needed him to become perfect, that all my reactions aligned exactly with Daddy’s desires—all ofthat, that plus the miracle of knowing I could keep it now, had a ball-tingling, liquid heat rolling down my spine as his thick, blunt cockhead finally pressed against my greedy hole.
It had my own shaft leaking a stream of messy slick onto the bed as Daddy finally started pushing inside me.
It had me panting, moaning, trembling around him as he locked my hips in place with those big hands of his and pushed forward, slow inch by slow inch, teaching my body what it had been made for.
And it had the world disappearing around me, everything that wasn’t him, that wasn’t the way his cock filled me so completely—stretching me even wider than those fingers of his had and relentlessly opening me until he made my entire channel his alone—it had everything else fading away.
Becoming white noise.
Insignificant and unimportant, because the only,onlything that mattered once Daddy was finally inside me was the way we fit together. The way we had right from the start. And the way wewould, from now until forever, because I belonged to him.
“Come, Rene,” he told me when it was time. “Come for me, love.Come.”
And when I did, he did.
Because he belonged to me, too.
Epilogue
Rene - One Year Later
The parking lotat the Plum was totally packed when I arrived, and I frowned as I carefully maneuvered the huge SUV Daddy had insisted on getting me when we’d moved to Asheville into the only open spot I could see. Luckily for me, it was right up front and the vehicles on each side of it had parked nicely, so there was plenty of room to pull the big vehicle in without worrying about fitting.
