My heart hammers against my ribs. In my life. Not just in his bed or his employment.
“But what if—” I can’t even finish the sentence.
“No what-ifs.” He steps closer, his hand cupping my cheek. “You’re mine now. I’m yours. It’s that simple.”
Nothing about this situation is simple. But looking into his eyes, feeling the gentle strength of his hand against my skin, it’s hard to hold onto my doubts.
I nod slowly. “Okay,” I whisper.
A smile spreads across his face, transforming his features, softening the harsh lines and making him look younger. Lighter. “Good girl.”
He releases me and moves to the bed, pulling back the covers and sliding beneath them. Instead of immediately reaching for me, though, he settles against the pillows, arms folded behind his head.
“Come here,” he says, patting the bed beside me.
I obey, climbing in and expecting him to pull me against his chest like before. Instead, he remains where he is, watching me with heated eyes.
“I want you to have your way with me,” he says, his voice dropping to that register that makes my skin prickle. “Touch me however you want. Do whatever you want. I’m all yours, princess.”
Heat floods my cheeks. In our previous encounters, he’s taken charge completely. The idea of taking control, of directing our pleasure, is both thrilling and terrifying.
“I don’t know if I...” I trail off, suddenly painfully aware of my inexperience.
“Yes, you do.” His confidence in me is unwavering. “Trust your instincts. Trust your body. There’s no wrong way to please me as long as you’re enjoying yourself too.”
I bite my lip, considering. He’s still watching me, patient but intent, his desire evident in the hungry look in his eyes and the growing hardness between his legs. The towel has fallen open, revealing him completely.
Gathering my courage, I move closer, straddling his thighs but not taking him inside me yet. The position puts me above him, looking down at his face, that scar I’ve already stopped seeing as anything other than part of him. I place my hands on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath my palm.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands coming to rest lightly on my hips. “My beautiful princess, taking what she wants.”
The praise emboldens me. I lean down, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly deepens. His tongue slides against mine, but he lets me set the pace, surrendering control in a way that feels like a gift.
I explore him with growing confidence. The strong column of his neck, the broad expanse of his shoulders, the hard planes of his chest. My fingers find a nipple, circling experimentally. He groans into my mouth, the sound encouraging me to continue.
“That’s it,” he breathes as I break the kiss to trail my lips down his jaw, his neck. “Show me what you like.”
What I like is the taste of his skin beneath my tongue. The sound of his breath catching when I nip gently at his collarbone. The way his hands tighten on my hips when I grind against him, feeling his hardness slide against my wetness.
Desire builds between us, slow and sweet. Different from the frantic need of before, but no less intense. I rock against him, teasing us both.
“Nola,” he groans, his head falling back against the pillows. “You’re killing me.”
I smile, a rush of power flowing through me at the sight of this controlled man coming undone beneath me. “Patience, Daddy.”
The title slips out without conscious thought, but his reaction is immediate. His cock jumps against my thigh, a groan tearing from his throat.
“Say it again,” he commands, his voice rough with need.
I lean down until my lips brush his ear. “Patience, Daddy.” I punctuate the words with a slow roll of my hips that has us both gasping.
His hands slide up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive nipples. “Take me inside you,” he urges. “Please, princess. I need to feel you.”
Thepleaseundoes me completely. This powerful man asking, not demanding. I rise up on my knees, positioning myself above him, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
Our eyes lock as I slowly sink down, taking him inch by inch. The stretch is delicious, my body still tender from earlier but eager for more. When he’s fully seated inside me, we both pause.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, his hands on my hips but not guiding, just holding. “You feel perfect around me.”
