“Whatever I fucking want. You think I can’t possess this bitchy body any more than Zach or Daddy Dearest, huh? Well, I’ve got news for you, sweetheart. As of this fucking moment, there is nothing in, on, or around this body I won’t fucking know about.”
Fear heightens my arousal. God, this is so sick. What’s wrong with me? He’s nearly choking me out, and I want more, I want his hand to squeeze so hard I have to rely on him for every breath. I want his control. I want every dirty, nasty thing he can dish out and then I want even more.
“What’s wrong with me?” I whisper. I don’t mean to. I certainly don’t want him to know that I enjoy what he’s doing, that my panties are damp with my arousal.
Whipping me around, I take my first full breath just as his hand grips back around my throat, lifting me off the ground. He has me suspended in the air, and I feel…
Liberation.
Freedom.
Pain.
“Do you really want to know?” he snarls as tears drip down my face in a steady stream.
“Yes,” I say, or maybe I don’t, but he reads my lips anyway. Wrapping my legs around his hips, Declan molds his body to mine. I can feel his arousal pushing against my pelvis. He’s huge, and I can’t help but wonder about his size.
“You need someone to take away your control. You need to be punished. But right now, you need to feel every fucking emotion you’ve been burying for far longer than you even realize.”
My breath catches, I swallow hard and can feel the palm of his hand as I do so. It’s the strangest thing; his hand on my throat is comforting. Because as long as it’s there, I know he is, too.
“Look at me, cupcake,” he demands softly. “From now on, nothing happens to you without me knowing. You go nowhere without my permission. You mistook my comment as not wanting to be with you when what I wanted was to be somewhere a little more private. The things I want and will do to you are not for public consumption. I’m a dark man, Ash. I won’t hide that.” He lowers his mouth to my ear before whispering, “When I have you screaming, I want to be sure it’s in absolute privacy. You understand me?” His voice is filled with so much anger, and I have the urge to calm the beast.
“Yes, daddy.” Shock holds us both immobile as my words register. My eyes close in embarrassment. I can’t believe I said that out loud.
I hear him curse. “Motherfucker.” When I feel his hand loosen its hold on my throat, I panic, my heart stalls, and my hands go to grip his forearm, trying to prevent him from letting me go. It only takes a second for me to register that he’s petting me, his hand moving up and down softly in praise. “Say it again,” he demands. His voice is rough like gravel.
“Yes, daddy.” My eyes close this time, enjoying his growl of empowerment.
“Fuck, cupcake.” He starts grinding his hips into me. With every pass, I feel the tip of his cock rub against my center. My desire spikes higher than I’ve ever felt before. The tightening in my womb signals my impending release—an experience I’ve never had with anyone before. It terrifies me, but I know he’ll catch me. No matter how high I fly, I know he’ll be there.
“You gonna come for me, Ash?” he asks. I hear the command in his tone, and I know if I don’t, he’ll be pissed.
“I…I…I’ll try,” I mutter, hoping that for once I can. That for the first time in my life, just maybe, I’ll be able to please someone.
His hand tightens around my neck to the point I can’t breathe again. Slamming me against the wall, my mouth opens in shock, my eyes widen in fear, and amazingly enough, my body explodes in pleasure.
“That’s my girl,” Declan coos lovingly in my ear.
My body is humming with heat and hunger. I tingle in places I had no idea could feel this type of pleasure. My limbs go numb, and I’m completely weightless. Declan has a tight hold on me so I can feel it all.
My breasts feel weighted down, my womb is contracting roughly. My pussy pulses with the need to be filled by him. I have this overwhelming urge for him let go inside of me, to feel his cum fill me so completely I taste him.
“Oh, daddy,” I purr in his ear involuntarily.
Shit.
“Fuck,” he bites out. “I’m gonna fucking cum.” Before I can say or do anything, my feet hit the ground, he rips the top of my shirt open, pushes me to my knees, and slips my breasts free of the confines of my bra.
Next thing I know, he’s got his monster cock free of his jeans, my hands are now braced on his denim-clad thighs, and he’s pumping himself in such a tight hold I fear it’ll break in half. Long streams of cum splash onto my chest, and I close my eyes, loving the heat of him. It seems to go on longer than what might be normal.
“That’s a beautiful fucking sight,” he says, and my eyes open to see a look of utter passion in his eyes. Helping me to my feet, I go to wipe his semen off when he stops me. “Don’t. It stays on. And tonight, when you get home, you won’t shower it off either. You’ll go to bed with the smell of me on you. You’ll dream of me, and in the morning, you’re going to fucking call me the second you wake up.”
I hesitate to do or say anything in fear of making him mad. His hand comes up, and I involuntarily flinch and back away. That pisses him off as he begins to rub his warm cum into my skin. It’s sticky and smells salty, but I oddly like having his stamp on my skin. When his hand dips lower towards my stomach, I panic and grab his wrist, stopping his movement. Pleading with my eyes for him to not go any further.
He growls out, “I choked you. I made you come apart and call me daddy. I dirtied your entire chest as I came all over you, yet you won’t let me touch your stomach.” I simply nod at his crude words. “Why?” he demands to know.
I freeze. I’m not ready for anyone to find out my secret. Two hours ago, I didn’t even know his name, now he wants to know why I’m so fucked up? I can’t do it. Shaking my head, I mumble brokenly, “I just can’t.”