Chapter 5

5

DAMIEN

M y sweet, perfect, pretty girl stares up at me, her big blue eyes locked on mine. Her lips are swollen and wet from our kisses, her breath coming hard and fast. A quick glance confirms that she's squeezing her thighs together, silently seeking relief. I'm hard as a fucking rock, utterly desperate with need for her.

"Thank you, Daddy," she says, the words so fucking perfect coming from her lips.

I've never heard anything better in my life. Whatever control I was clinging to snaps, and I grab Delaney, throwing her over my shoulder and striding to the bedroom. I need her, and I need her now.

"Have you done anything like this before, pretty girl?" I ask, flexing my grip on her plush thighs.

"Uh, no," she admits softly. "Actually, I, uh, I've never done anything."

I pause, lowering her to her feet beside the bed so I can cup her face and look her in the eye. "Are you telling me you're a virgin, Delaney?" I ask, wanting to be sure I'm understanding her correctly.

She blushes, glancing away from me in embarrassment. I grip her jaw tighter, not enough to hurt, just enough to serve as a warning. Her eyes snap to mine.

"You look at me when we're talking. Understand, baby girl?" I tell her, introducing her to the dynamic carefully.

She nods, blinking up at me. "Yes, Daddy," she breathes. "I'm a virgin."

Fuck, her calling me that makes my cock ache. "I want you, Delaney, but I don't want to do anything you don't want me to," I tell her, needing her to understand that while I want her submission, I don't want her to feel pressured.

"I want this!" she clarifies quickly. "I want you. Please, Damien—Daddy. Teach me."

I groan. "You want me to be the first person to touch you? To make that pretty pussy gush for me?" I ask, voice low.

She bites her lip, eyes going wide. "Yes," she whispers.

"That's hot as hell, pretty girl."

"Really? It's not … I mean, I was worried you wouldn't want me. I don't know what to do."

I shake my head immediately. "I want you no matter what," I reassure her. "Feel how much I want you, baby."

I take her hand in mine, pressing her palm over the bulge in my pants. She gasps, squeezing me through my clothes experimentally.

"Can I see it?" she asks, making me curse under my breath again.

"Fuck yes," I say. "But first, I want to tell you how this is going to go, okay? You can ask whatever questions you need and tell me if you don't want to do any of it, okay?"

She nods, her hand still cupping my cock.

"In the bedroom, you call me Daddy, and you follow my orders, understand? I'm what's called a Dom, and that means I like to be in control. I will make you feel so fucking good, baby, but I want you to do as I ask and be a good girl for me, okay?"

"Yes, I want that," she hurries to answer. "I want you in control, and I like … I like calling you Daddy."

"If you ever want me to stop, just say no," I instruct her. "I'll never be angry or upset with you for stopping something you don't like or not comfortable with. Taking care of you is my top priority."

She nods in understanding. "I want whatever you want. Please touch me. I can't wait anymore. It aches, Daddy. Please."

Her begging undoes me. We've been over the basic rules, anyway, and anything else I needed to tell her, I can just show her instead.

"Don't worry, pretty girl, Daddy will make you feel so good," I promise, stepping closer to her and skating my hands over her waist round to her back. I tug at the knot holding the corset tight, unraveling the ribbon so I can loosen the bodice. The fabric slips down her body, and she steps out of the pool of silk, bare but for the blue lacy bra and panties she's wearing. She's so fucking gorgeous it makes my mind spin. "Fuck, baby, you're drop-dead gorgeous."

She flushes all the way from her cheeks down her chest, drawing my attention to her perfect breasts. Her nipples are peaked, begging for my mouth. I sit at the edge of the bed, wrap my arm around her waist, and draw her into my lap.

"These pretty tits need attention, don't they, baby?" I hum, dropping my head to tease a nipple through the lace.

"Please, Daddy," she whimpers, arching into my touch.

My hand slides up her plush thigh until my thumb brushes the damp fabric between her legs. She's soaked for me. My cock jumps, straining behind my zipper, desperate to sink inside her. But I have to take care of her. She's a virgin, and I refuse to cause her any pain. I need to get her relaxed and ready for me before I fuck her.

I suck her nipple into my mouth as I stroke her over her panties, the wet fabric barely any barrier. The sounds she makes, gasping and whimpering, are addictive and hotter than anything else I've ever heard. I slip my finger beneath the crotch of her underwear, groaning when I feel her slick and hot against me.

"Oh," Delaney gasps as I slide my finger inside her, going slowly to make sure she's okay.

"That's it, pretty girl, let me take care of you," I whisper, capturing her mouth with mine when she turns her head towards me. I urge her thighs farther apart and add a second finger, making her shudder. "So tight and wet for me," I groan, drawing my fingers in and out of her in a slow rhythm, testing what she likes.

She rocks her hips against me, and I find her clit with my thumb, rubbing the sensitive flesh in small circles. A breathy moan rips out of her throat, and her head falls forward to my shoulder, her hands fisting in my shirt.

"Does it feel good, baby?" I ask, wanting to hear the words, wanting her to let go.

"Yes," she gasps, her inner walls tightening around my fingers as her whole body starts to shake. "I…"

"Let go, it's okay," I urge her, keeping up my rhythm. "Come for me, baby."

She shatters, moaning into my shoulder as she comes on my hand. I've never seen such a pretty sight—my girl coming for me so perfectly.

I don't wait for her to recover, needing her now more than ever and unable to control the need any longer. Delaney squeaks in surprise as I turn us, setting her down on the bed, flushed and panting.

"Fuck, Delaney, you drive me crazy," I tell her, unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it on the floor.

Her eyes go wide as they devour me, and I love the way she stares as I strip for her. "The feeling is mutual, Daddy," she whispers as her gaze drops to my cock when my boxers hit the floor. "Oh God."

"You did so well, coming for me like that," I tell her, kneeling between her legs and salivating when I see the wetness gleaming on the apex of her thighs. I wrap my fist around my cock, squeezing to steady the ache. "See what you do to me, pretty girl? How much I want you?"

She nods, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She squirms on the bedsheets, parting her thighs for me.

"I want you, too," she says, her eyes still glued to my cock. "But will you fit?"

I grin at her, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss. "Don't worry, pretty girl, it will fit. You were made for me. You're mine, remember?"

"Yours," she agrees readily, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer to her. My cock presses against her center, teasing us both with the closeness as I settle over her. "Make me yours, Daddy."

Her hips jerk as though she's trying to gain control and urge me inside her. I don't reprimand her, not yet. She'll learn about punishments later, but now's not the time.

"Ask nicely, baby," I growl, my control hanging on by a thread.

"Please, Daddy," she breathes, and there's no way on earth I'd ever be able to deny any request she says like that.

I kiss her as I grip her thigh, adjusting the angle of her hips as I ease inside.

"Fuck, look at this pretty pussy stretching around me," I moan, looking down between us as she takes me. I go slowly, making sure not to hurt her. She's never done this before, and I'm not a small man. "So perfect. You feel so good."

"God," Delaney moans, nails scratching my shoulders as she holds onto me. "It feels so, so good, Daddy."

"You're taking me so fucking well, baby girl," I praise, pleasure rolling through me as her pussy grips me tightly. When I'm seated fully inside her, I pause, letting her adjust to me for a second.

"More," she pants, wrapping her legs around my hips.

I kiss her as I draw out of her body, thrusting back in slowly until I build a rhythm that has her gasping and moaning for me.

"Mine," I groan against her mouth, nipping her bottom lip. "All mine, Delaney. I want to feel this pretty pussy come around my cock, baby."

"Yours," she moans, and when I reach between us to give her needy clit attention, she tightens around my cock, throwing me over the edge with her.

I thrust as deep as I can as I come, Delaney coming with me. My seed fills her, and it fills me with a deep sense of satisfaction.

I wrap her in my arms and lie beside her in the bed, both of us panting and high on bliss, still buried inside her.

"You okay, pretty girl?" I ask.

"Perfect," she mumbles, eyes closed and body soft and limp with pleasure as she cuddles against me.

"Yes, you are," I agree, grinning as I kiss her shoulder. "Perfect, and all mine."