Say You're Mine
“Dutch.” Her voice is shaky as I rip her panties down the crotch, exposing her to me.
“You’re ready to be fucked like a woman now. Lie back and open your legs.”
She does as I ask while I undo my belt and release my cock. It bounces in between us as cum drips from the end. I wipe the tip on the inside of her thigh before I slide it between her pussy lips.
“You’ll take all of me,” I order, and she nods. “And no telling me to stop.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She’s still wet from our playtime on the plane, and I ease my head in just enough for her to wrap around it. I keep my eyes on her as I grab her hips and thrust all the way inside. She clenches tight around the base of my cock and cries out. I knew this would be painful at first, but I did all I could to prepare her for it. She kicks her feet out and tries to wiggle away, but I pin her hips to the table.
“Take it, little girl. For Daddy.”
“It’s too big, it hurts.” She clenches her eyes tight.
“You’ll adjust, just relax.” I rock in and out of her, unable to help myself. “You feel so tight and perfect. Like you were made for me.” I groan low as I thrust again, harder this time. “You saved this just for me didn’t you, baby girl? I’m so proud of you.” I thrust again, riding her rougher as I break her in. “That’s it, relax. Let me do what I want to you.”
She pulls her knees up and watches me as I rut on top of her.
“I love you, little bit,” I say, and she raises her hips for me. “That’s it, show me you love me too.”
I’m pumping hard now, going all the way in and out as she begins to moan. I don’t know where this side of me has come from, but I know it’s only her that can drawl it out of me.
“Say it back,” I demand, knowing I’ve lost all the control I’ve tried to have with her. It’s too late to go back; she’s mine forever.
“I love you, Dutch.” She licks her lips and rocks down on my cock. “I love you forever, Daddy.”
“Goddamn.” I hold myself deep and grind against her clit. “I never thought I’d hear you say those words. But now that you have, I’ll make you say them all the time.”
“I love you, I love you,” she chants quietly as she builds to her orgasm.
I feel it when she’s close, and I don’t bother to tease it out and let it linger. Now that I’ve claimed her, I plan on keeping my cock in her as often as possible. Starting right after getting out of here and to the church.
She cries out my name with love on her lips, and I grip her hips so hard, there’s likely to be bruising later. I thrust deep one last time and pour myself inside of her. Pump after pump of cum releases, and I fall on top of her, kissing her and holding her close. This was a claiming, but it was done with love.
“Forever,” I whisper to her as our lips connect. “I will love you forever.”
When I pull out of her, our mingled release spills onto the table and the documents that are under her ass. I laugh, and it surprises the both of us.
“I like the sound of that,” she says, reaching for me again, and I shake my head.
“If I have you again, we’ll never make it on time.”
“On time?” She looks puzzled.
I smile again, and it’s like she opened the floodgates because my cheeks are already aching. “I told you, we’re getting married.”
Chapter Fifteen
Iris
I fight a giggle as the saleslady reacts to Dutch. Women either want to fall at his feet or stay the heck away from him. I don’t think she’s sure which one she wants to do, but I really don’t care. The way women behave around him used to annoy me, but I realized if you fall at Dutch’s feet he’s going to step over you like you were never there to begin with.
In the past two weeks, my husband has made it clear it’s me for him and no one else. He wasn’t joking when we left the bank. We were married and back on a plane to Paris before I could blink. We’ve been here ever since, enjoying our honeymoon. I thought about trying to run so he'd have to kidnap me again, but I really wanted to be his in every way. I’m sure I can come up with something else to keep him on his toes.
Things have been so quiet since then. No one is chasing us down or trying to abduct me. I suppose there’s no longer a reason at this point since the only change of succession would be if something happened to me. My husband and any children we might have are the heirs. I place my hand on my stomach, thinking about the possibility of that happening someday soon.