“You’ll give me babies too. As many as I want. You’ll be my little girl, my world. The center of everything that means anything, Dautie. Everything. Everything…”
He spurts into me again. More. More until it’s dripping down my thighs as he bellows and stuffs me to my limits with his spend.
We’re body panting when he traces a soft finger up my spine before lowering his chest to my back, easing us down onto the rug on our sides.
“You’ll stay with me tonight and every night from now on. I can’t let you out of my sight. Not now. Now that I’ve had a taste of this pussy, I’ll lose my fucking mind without you next to me,”
“Yes,” I whisper back, already arching to meet him as he rolls us—legs tangling, hips grinding in lazy circles that drag a groan from his chest. The leather straps start to burn from the friction.
I smile sleepily, the room spinning.
The last thing I feel before blacking out is his thumb brushing over my lips, pushing inside.
“Suck.” He whispers.
And I do because this isn’t just a fantasy anymore. It’s a lesson in giving yourself to someone who likely wants better things for you than you do for yourself.
But, I’m pretty sure he‘s going to teach me what those are.
And I can’t wait.
CHAPTER 5
Rye
“What are you fucking looking at?” I bark as I step out of the room with my prize wrapped in a black blanket as I carry her out into the club.
So many fucking men everywhere. I hate them all right now.
I grabbed an aftercare kit from the locked closet after I fucked my girl practically unconscious.
What have I done?
I guess that all gets figured out later.
Because right now the only thing that matters is that I've got cradled against my chest as I weave through the crowd.
Most of the patrons and newbies are on round three, or they've tapped out — sitting around on couches, some of them getting their freak on in the sex-positive rooms.
All good. But right now, all I care about is getting Elodie home. And when I say home, I mean the place where my mail gets delivered and I sleep for five years.
I need her in there with me. I want to see what she does inside the walls of my home. Now that she's carrying my cum, her sweet little pussy battered from what I've done everything is going to change.
"Daddy," she whispers into my chest. "What about Anna and Jeremy?"
"I'll take care of them, baby. Don't you worry."
I give every one of these fuckers a glare that has their balls crawling back up inside their body as I work my way toward the entry.
"Get my car pulled around to the front," I bark at one of the staff who nods, scurrying off without question.
Leo is up ahead, giving me a look. I nod to him as I tug Elodie closer against my chest. Not just tugging. Not just against my chest. I'm fucking cradling her the way I had her in my lap, trying to bring her back to the real world after she blacked out — from pain, orgasms, shame, all of the above.
"Leo." I keep my voice low. "Her friends, Anna and Jeremy. Look them up on the sign-in sheets, make sure they're okay. Let them know she's coming home with me. They know who I am. Give them VIP aftercare. And get me her bag from the locker when she checked in." I tilt my chin down toward her. "Baby, what was your locker number?"
Elodie's lashes flick up at me. She's thinking, poor girl, her brain's turned to scrambled eggs. A wicked sense of pride puffsmy chest that she's having trouble thinking straight. Because it was my dick that introduced her to this kind of euphoria.
"Five sixty-two," she murmurs. "Locker 562."
