Iwoke from a deep sleep, dressed in one of Dallas’ many uber-comfy t-shirts, one I had no recollection of ever putting on myself. I touched the pillow beside me to check for any signs of him, a wave of disappointment washing over me when the pillow felt cold to the touch.
I looked around the room, my eyes meeting the heavy curtains still drawn to keep our late-night activities hidden from view.
Next to a small table near the bed, I noticed a fresh set of clothes already laid out for me.
Remembering I had fallen asleep with Dallas’ sweet climax all over me, I quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom to shower off his juices.
After stripping off his oversized shirt, I wasn’t surprised to find I had been thoroughly cleaned of any evidence of him. He was so sweetto always care for me in that way, but It was a whole new level to do it for me while I resting.
I turned on the water, adjusting it to the temperature I needed, standing back letting the steam fill the room as I replayed last night in my mind. Remembering all the ways he touched me, kissed me, felt me. Getting lost in the memory of us, I smiled to myself and ran my hands across my stomach. Closing my eyes, I tried to pretend it was him holding me again in the same endearing way he did just hours ago.
My fingers traced my navel leaving trails of goosebumps on my skin as I instinctively reached down between my legs with the thought of pleasuring myself. Before I could convince my mind otherwise, a sudden and warm presence was pressed against my back.
“Delaney, did I give you permission to touch what belongs to me?” Dallas growled into my ear.
My breath hitched in surprise as I shook my head. “Use your words.” He taunted.
“No, Daddy,” I responded nervously.
“Did I not give you enough? Do you need more of me?” He cupped my mound in one hand as he spoke.
“No…Yes…I was just…” my voice trailed off trying to get past the anxiety that was building with this intense version of Dallas that stood behind me.
The room was completely engulfed in steam. I couldn’t even see right in front of me.
“I should bend you over that sink and fuck you hard for even thinking about touching what doesn’t belong to you.” He snarled through gritted teeth.
I bit my lip at the idea of having his cock buried inside of my already weeping pussy. I clenched my knees together while trying to feign disdain to his threats as my body undeniably longed for it.
“Is that what you want? Does Daddy’s little slut want me to bend herover and taken?” His words escaped his lips heavy with lust.
I turned in his hold, bringing myself face to face with him and the mask I expected.
My eyes down at his chest, I looked up through my lashes and whispered, “Yes Daddy,” the words rolling off my tongue coyly.
The breath he released was one of pure uncontrollable need, I recoiled anxiously anticipating what was to come.
His hands firmly gripped my arms, one on either side once he turned me to press himself against my back once again. With a little nudge he guided me toward the marble sink.
“Right here, lean over the sink,” he rasped as he fumbled with his belt. His hand firmly placed on my lower back pressing me down against the cold counter top. I laid flat, my breasts and stomach flush with the cool structure, coincidentally at the perfect angle for my body.
His pants fell to his ankles and I jumped when the buckle collided with the tile.
“That’s right, brat, you should be nervous. I’m about to make you watch as I fuck this dripping wet pussy.” He reached down and pressed two fingers into my moist center.
“Spread your legs for me. Don’t you dare try to hide from me. You know better than that.” His words were strained. I parted my legs but only a little bit, intentionally disobeying his orders, I let out a giggle when he huffed at my antics.
He impatiently used his foot to push apart each of my ankles, aggressively spreading my legs open wider.
“Do what you’re told, you little brat,” he spanked my bare ass as a warning with the palm
Of his hand, heat pooling with the impact.
His hand gripped my nape, as he laced his fingers through my hair, pulling hard and forcing my head back, bringing me face to face with the mirror. The steam already distorted the view through the glassreflection but from what I could see it washot as hell.
“Eyes on me, Delaney, watch me watch you take this cock like the good little slut you are.” He growled as my eyes found him in the fogged up mirror.
He aligned himself at my entrance and pushed into me with so much force that the impact shoved me forward, my face only centimeters from colliding with the mirror. He railed into me hard and without mercy.
