Chapter Eleven

By the time we get home, I"m trembling with desire. Micah pulls me out of the car and into his arms, his lips coming down on mine in a hard kiss.

I wrap my body around his, clinging like a vine. I don"t ever want to let him go.

"Daddy," I breathe into his mouth. "I love you."

His lips curve into a grin against mine. "I love you too, baby girl," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. His arms tighten around me as he lifts me up, carrying me bridal style toward the house.

He shoulders the front door open, and I find myself melting at the sight of the home he says he built for me, the place where I"ve discovered so much of myself. As we walk through the doors, those little pieces that Stanley broke today begin to reform—stronger than before. This is who I am and where I belong. No one else has to understand it. It isn"t for them to understand. This is just for me and my daddy.

We"re the only ones who matter here. No one else.

Micah"s pace quickens as he climbs the stairs, each step amplifying my anticipation. "You ready for a game, little girl?" he asks, his voice barely more than a growl.

A shiver of excitement ripples through me as I instinctively fall into my role, eager, willing…unashamed.

"What game, Daddy?" I ask, my heart pounding.

"We"re going to play the quiet game," he whispers into my ear. I feel the heat radiating from him; it"s deliciously intoxicating.

"And what"s the quiet game?" My voice is breathless with curiosity and desire.

"Well," he chuckles, stepping over the threshold into the bedroom. "I"m going to fuck you." His words make me shiver in his arms. "And you"re not going to make a sound."

As he lays me down on our bed and then steps back, stripping out of his clothes, a thrill races through me. Can I fight back my moans? Can I keep quiet under his touch?

Probably not. But if my daddy wants to play, I"m not going to tell him no.

Are you kidding me? I may be a mess, but I"m not crazy.

He crawls onto the bed with me, his eyes dark with desire as he quickly strips me bare. An involuntary gasp escapes my lips as his rough hands slide over my bare flesh, igniting a familiar ache that throbs deep within me. His touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure down my spine every time his fingers dig into my soft curves.

"Shh," he murmurs, pressing a finger to my lips. His voice is tinged with amusement and a hint of danger that makes me wetter.

"What"s the prize if I win, Daddy?" I manage to whisper through the haze of lust clouding my mind.

"A surprise," he says simply, lowering his head to trail kisses along the column of my neck. His hot mouth on me sears my skin, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but him.

"And what if you win?" I dare ask between soft gasps.

He pulls back to look at me, his whiskey eyes light with mischief. "You can surprise me." He leaves a lingering kiss on my lips and then pulls back again. "Are you ready to play, baby girl?"

My heart hammers as his question hangs heavy in the air between us. He knows exactly how to reduce me to desperate whimpers with just his touch. But I crave this connection with him—the thrumming desire, the intoxicating power he holds over me.

"Let"s play, Daddy," I whisper back, surrendering myself to him and his game.

With that, he begins worshiping every inch of me with his mouth, starting at the hollow of my throat and moving down to the valley between my breasts, taking his sweet time as if he has all night. His hot tongue and rough beard set me ablaze.

His mouth on me, his hands on me—it"s all too much and not enough at the same time.

I bite down hard on my lip as he moves lower, his mouth leaving a blazing trail down my body. I fight the urge to cry out as he buries his head between my thighs, his tongue doing things that make it nearly impossible to stay silent.

But I do. For Daddy.

Every movement is another test of endurance, a battle against the waves of pleasure threatening to pull me under. But I don"t let go. Not yet.

"You"re doing so well, little girl," he murmurs against my pussy, his voice filled with pride and affection. It sends warmth spreading through me, filling me with determination to win this game for him.

His tongue delves lower, seeking out that forbidden place that only he knows. He forces the tip inside. I bite my tongue, whimpering, spiraling.

Dying the most exquisite death.

His thumb grinds against my clit, two fingers thrusting inside, curling up to strike against my G-spot.

I shoot over the edge, shattering into pieces.

Micah growls, crawling up over me.

"Daddy made round one too easy, little girl." He flips us so he"s on his back, and I"m straddling him. "You"re going to have to work to stay quiet this time."

I shift, squirming on top of him. He grips my hips as he brings me down onto him. The monster cock I"ve come to crave fills me to the brim.

A gasp escapes me, but I quickly silence myself. Daddy"s eyes are dark and expectant, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

"Ride me hard," he orders, his voice rough with desire. "Don"t you dare stop until Daddy comes."

His words spark something deep within me, and I fall into rhythm. My hips move up and down, back and forth as I fuck myself on his cock. He slides in and out of me, creating a delicious friction that sends waves of pleasure crashing over me.

Over and over. Faster and harder.

The first orgasm hits me like a freight train. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, clenching around him as waves of euphoria wash over me.

"Don"t stop." His voice is strained, pleasure dripping from every word. He growls when I tighten around him again and again. The fact that he doesn"t spill inside me is a testament to his control.

He pulls me closer, biting down on my lip as he groans into my mouth. His fingers find my clit, stroking it in rhythm with our movements. Pulses of pleasure shoot through me, and I come undone for the second time.

"Scream for Daddy, baby girl," he murmurs in my ear, his thumb relentless on my clit.

But I don"t scream.

I bite down on my lip, refusing to break.

"Good girl," he says softly, smacking my ass.

I come again—harder than before. My eyes roll back in my head, sweat dripping down my body. Every nerve ending in my body is raw and on fire at the same time. If I come again, I think I might explode into pieces too fine to put back together.

But he"s relentless, refusing to come for me. He drives up into me again and again and again, like an unstoppable machine.

I claw down his chest, fighting back sobs of ecstasy, desperately trying to stay quiet and win this game.

Two more orgasms rip through me before he finally grunts low in his throat, his eyes boring into mine as he spills inside of me. His cum floods my womb, pulsing hot as it mixes with my own release.

I fall forward onto his chest, his lips meeting mine in a fierce kiss that tastes like victory.

"Good girl," he breathes against my lips, tracing circles against my hip with his thumb.

Every inch of us is drenched in sweat. Every inch of me is deliciously sore. But I"ve never felt so loved, so cherished…or so desired.

"I won," I whisper when I finally catch my breath.

"No," he says with a chuckle, "I won, little girl." He rolls me to the side, stretching to grab something. A second later, he pulls us up into a sitting position, cuddling me in his lap. "Close your eyes."

I glance at him, curious, and then obediently close them.

He drops something into my lap.

"Open them, Davina."

My lashes flutter open.

"Daddy," I whisper, staring at the little blue box with my heart pounding.

"Open it, baby girl."

I reach for it with shaking fingers, carefully flipping the lid back. My mind goes blank when I see the ring nestled inside. It"s a beautiful princess cut diamond on a platinum band.

"I told you I won," he whispers against my ear. "Make your daddy the happiest man alive and marry him, little girl." His tongue curls around the shell of my ear. "Let me love, protect, and take care of you for the rest of your life, Davina. No one will ever hurt you again. No one will ever threaten you again. You"ll be my little girl forever."

"Daddy," I whisper, my heart pounding.

He cups my face in his hands and presses a kiss to my forehead. "You gotta give me an answer, little girl. Are you going to let me love you forever?"

"Yes!" Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I nod, too overwhelmed to say anything else.

He slips the ring onto my finger and then pulls me into a tight embrace. "Jesus," he whispers against my hair. "I love you so much, Davina."

"I love you too, Daddy. So much I can"t fit it all."

He"s everything I"ve ever wanted and so much more—a loving partner who understands and embraces all of me. And I know that this is just the beginning of our life together—one built on trust, communication, and an unbreakable bond between a daddy and his little girl.

This is just the beginning of forever.