Page 145 of Merciless Daddy

She squeezed me.

My composure nearly left the room.

“I want you,” I groaned.

Her expression changed.

The teasing softened. Her eyes became clear.

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”

I positioned myself between her thighs. One hand held her free hand. The other guided my cock to her entrance.

I entered slowly.

She opened around me, warm and wet and tight enough that my breath stopped.

“Daddy,” she gasped. “You feel so good, so hard for me.”

I moved carefully at first. Deep, slow strokes. Her bound wrist rested above her head. Her free hand held mine against the pillow.

Our faces stayed close.

This was not about taking her.

It was about staying.

But Yelena had never been satisfied with gentle for long.

“Daddy.”

“Yes?”

“I want you to hold me down.”

“All right.”

“I want you to make me look at you.”

“Yes.”

Her mouth twitched.

“Please. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Like you can.”

I took her free hand and pinned it lightly beside her head. My other hand closed around the silk cuff at her bound wrist, holding it above her.

“Eyes on me,” I said.

Her pupils widened.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I drove into her.

The pace changed. Not cruel. Not careless. Strong enough to make the headboard give a soft thud against the wall.

Yelena gasped. Her legs wrapped around my hips.