I took a deep, shaky breath, letting my eyes fall shut for a second. Emerson didn’t interrupt me. He let me gather myself. And when I finally did, I forced the words out of my mouth, truly meaning every single one of them. “Daddy, I need you. I need you to take control.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Something happenedthe moment I whispered those words. I could’ve sworn I felt the padlock on the metal cage turn, opening and falling into the void within me. For once, I thought I could finally understand what it meant to be…free.
Emerson rose from the floor and held out his hand for me to take. I stared at it, the image blurry as tears flooded my vision. They were tears of relief. They were tears from finally getting something I’d longed for all this time, without even realizing that’s what I needed. I took his hand, letting him pull me up from the couch.
Immediately, he cupped my face in his hands, swiping away the stray tears that had fallen. “I’ve got you, baby. Daddy’s here, okay? You don’t need to worry about a single thing. Just let me take care of you.”
I only nodded for as long as I did because it meant I could feel his palms rub against my cheek. When he pulled away, I followed him to the bedroom, trying to keep any unnecessary nerves at bay. Emerson—Daddy—led me to the bed, waiting until I sat on the edge of it before he reached down, gripping the hem of my shirt. He didn’t say anything as he slid his hands up my sides, pulling it over my head.
He didn’t say anything while his eyes roamed over my body, his lip tugging between his teeth. He didn’t utter a single word as I helped him take my pants and briefs off. Daddy just stared at me, taking all of me in once I was bare for him. I didn’t shy away, didn’t try to hide any part of me, letting him have his fill.
When he found my gaze again, he smiled. A big, warm, comforting smile I’d grown to miss if I didn’t see it at least once a day. “Do you have a safe word in mind, brat? Just in case.”
I didn’t have to think about it for very long. “Beets. It reminds me of my brothers. Kills a boner in two seconds flat.”
His eyebrows shot up, but only for a second before he started to laugh. “I’d say that’s pretty fair.” I watched as he crawled onto the bed, resting his back against the headboard. “Come here, brat. Sit on my lap.”
I did as he asked, throwing my legs over his hips, the material of his sweatpants soft against my bare ass. Looking down at him, I placed my palms on his chest, letting the brattiness settle until I knew what he was up to.
My eyelids fluttered closed as he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him. “You look fucking gorgeous like this, baby. I’ve always loved your body. Your tattoos are fucking beautiful. But the one thing I’ve had my eye on since I first saw them poking through your tank top?” He leaned forward, flicking his tongue across one of my nipples, growling as he pulled away. “These. These sexy fucking nipples. God, I just want to bite them.”
I let my head fall back as I moaned, arching into him. “Do it,” I whispered.
“Want me to bite you, baby? Want me to leave my teeth marks on you?”
“Please.”
“Whatever you want.” His teeth scraped over my nipple, his lips bumping the bars in them as he bit down on the pebbled tip.
I gasped and groaned as the pleasure shot straight to my cock, only making me eager for more. I threaded my fingers through his hair, pushing him closer to me by the back of his head. I needed him as close as humanly possible—I needed to be sure he was right there, and there was no chance of him leaving. Tugging on the strands made him moan against my skin, his breath hot as it wafted over me.
My hips seemed to move by themselves as I ground down on the thickening bulge beneath me. His teeth scraped my skin, biting down on a different part of my chest. Every bite of his teeth was bringing me higher and higher, sending shock after shock of unmatched pleasure straight through my entire body. He was marking me. Owning me. My cock was begging, and I was close to following as the need for friction built and built until I was damn near frantic. I could’ve come from this alone.
Daddy pulled away from my chest, looking up at me, his mouth slightly parted, his lips a gentle shade of red. “I can feel you leaking on me, Moon.”
With every grind of my hips, I’d been rubbing against his stomach, my dick trapped between our bodies. It wasn’t enough. I wasn’t sure if it ever would be. “Daddy, please.”
“Oh, the brat can beg, can he?”
I bit my lip, too turned on to give a fuck. “Yes. Yes, I’ll beg if I have to.”
“What do you need? Tell me.”
“I need you to fuck me. Please. I need you inside of me.”
He slid his hands around my waist, lowering them to cup my ass. “You want me to fuck you?” He squeezed my ass cheeks, pulling and massaging them. “You want me to fill this pretty hole up?”
I snuck my hand between us, the friction from his stomach so far from enough, I had to wrap my hand around myself to alleviate some of the ache. “Yes, Daddy. Please, just fuck me. Please, please, please.” Under normal circumstances, I’d start to wonder who the fuck I was because this wasn’t like me. Nobody had ever gotten to me like this, to the point I’d found myself begging for them to take me the way I was willing to beg him.
“Not if you keep touching yourself like that, I won’t.” He grabbed my wrist, pulling it away. “Hands off.”
I was panting at this point, out of breath and so fucking horny, I was sure I was going to lose it all. Lose my composure and burst into tears, or do something equally as embarrassing. I watched as he leaned back again, trailing his eyes down my body as I sat above him, completely on display. There was a hunger in them—a light he got in them when he looked at me. I loved how bright it was. It mademefeel bright. It made me feel like I could be something other than a decaying darkness.
“Sit here and look pretty for a second. Don’t you dare think about touching that gorgeous cock of yours. I need to grab something.”
Crawling off him, I sat off to the side as he stood, pulling his sweatpants down. He turned around, digging in one of the dresser drawers, the muscles in his upper back working with each shift of his arms, each of them leading a path down the perfect curve of his perfect bubble butt. I was mesmerized, lost in the art that was Emerson Blake, my Daddy, my boyfriend, my friend, my everything.
