Chapter Four

My body trembles, aftershocks still rippling through me as I cling to Micah, my breath coming in shuddering gasps. He holds me close to his chest, his heartbeat a steady song against my ear. I can"t bring myself to let him go. I don"t want to let him.

"Baby girl," he whispers, his voice a deep and seductive rumble against my ear as he gives my thoughts right back to me, "I"m not ready to let you go yet."

I have to tell him where I work. My boss would lose his mind if he found out that I let our new billionaire client make me come in a BDSM club like this. The truth is right there on the tip of my tongue…but I"ve never felt closer to anyone in my life.

"I"m not ready for you to let me go either, Daddy," I whisper instead.

"Come upstairs with me," he says, his breath hot against my skin. "Let me show you what it means to be my little girl."

I hesitate, knowing he deserves the truth. But he"s everything I"ve ever wanted. Had I known exactly what to ask for in a daddy, it would have been this man.

I crumble to temptation, unable to withstand its allure.

"Are we going to play more, Daddy?" I peek up at him through my lashes, trying to gauge his reaction.

He groans out loud, gripping my ass firmly in his hands. "Just try to keep Daddy from playing with you, baby girl," he growls.

In one swift motion, he scoops me up into his arms bridal style and carries me out of the orgy room.

I can"t help but smile, hiding my face against his shoulder, feeling both protected and owned. He overwhelms me as he carries me—the scent of his cologne, the feel of his strong arms around me, the sound of his heartbeat beneath my ear. This man has awoken a hunger inside me that"s unlike anything I"ve ever felt, and I can"t help but crave more.

As he carries me through the club, I allow myself to get lost in his embrace, trusting him to take care of me. For the first time in my life, I"m not in charge of myself, and it feels amazing.

His warm breath tickles my ear as his boots hit the bottom step. The anticipation of what"s to come leaves my heart pounding and my body trembling with desire.

"Almost there, baby girl," he murmurs softly.

At the top of the steps, he stops to speak to someone. They murmur back and forth for several moments. I don"t bother lifting my head to find out who it is. I just want to stay right where I am, nestled in his embrace, safe and warm.

Keys jangle a second later.

"Thanks, brother," Micah says.

"Anytime," the other man says before Micah strides down the hall again, his hand a warm weight on my back.

He stops walking after a moment and the keys jangle again before a door opens. I can"t help but peek over his shoulder this time, curious to see what part of the club he"s brought me to now.

I blink as he carries me inside the luxurious apartment. Warm, golden light emanates from ornate chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. Plush rugs cover the hardwood floors, and expensive artwork adorns the walls. My gaze travels to the furniture, which is sleek and modern, but still exudes a sense of elegance and comfort.

"This isn"t part of the club," I say.

"No, little one," he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he stares down at me. "This is a private apartment."

I blink rapidly, trying to process this new information. "You live here?"

He laughs again, the sound deep and rich. "No one lives here, Davina. Roman keeps it for his brother, but his brother never uses it. So he gave me the key."

"Oh." I blink up at him. "Why?"

His expression softens, a hint of gentle rebuke creeping into his tone. "Your first time shouldn"t be in a BDSM club, little girl. Did you really think Daddy would take you on a bed that"s been defiled by others?" His brows slash together, possessiveness sweeping through his expression. "Absolutely not. My little girl deserves only the best."

My heart flutters wildly, and something deep within my stomach stirs. I"m not sure where this man came from, but I desperately want to keep him. He"s every fantasy I"ve ever had, wrapped up in a beautiful, commanding package.

I love it so much.

He strides through the apartment, carrying me straight to the bedroom. I can"t help but gape at the sheer luxury of the space. The bed is a huge four-poster, draped in silk and velvet. The pillows are plump and inviting, and the sheets are made of the softest fabric. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room. Everywhere I look are touches of opulence and extravagance. It"s like stepping into a fairy tale fantasy. It"s as elegant and beautiful as the club downstairs, only far more intimate and inviting.

Eager to explore, I squirm in his arms, practically begging him to put me down so I can see everything up close.

He sets me on my feet, watching me with a smile as I wander around the room, touching the soft fabrics and admiring the intricate details. When I turn back to face him, he"s draped his suit jacket over a chair and is carefully removing his tie. I freeze, captivated by his movements.

His gaze tangles with mine.

"What are you doing?" I breathe, slipping into the baby girl role instinctively.

His smirk deepens, his eyes darkening with lust. "Getting ready to play, baby girl."

"Oh," I swallow, shifting from one foot to the other, watching him from beneath my lashes. "What are we going to play?"

"You"re going to close your eyes and lay on the bed…"

"Uh-huh," I whisper, my eyes wide as he stalks toward me, working on the buttons of his shirt.

"Daddy is going to slide your dress up around your hips…"

"You shouldn"t do that."

"Daddy can do what he wants, little girl," he growls.

I shiver at the rough sound of his growl, anticipation boiling through me. God help me, this man is some kind of beautiful I"ve never experienced before. My whole body is on fire, burning up with need.

"I"m going to peel your panties down your legs…"

His shirt gapes open, revealing his chest. I lose the ability to breathe. He"s so damn hard everywhere, chiseled from golden marble.

"And then I"m going to lick your little cunt until you"re screaming."

"Daddy!" I sob, flinging myself into his arms as need boils over, the ache so acute it hurts.

He catches me, tumbling me backward onto the plush bed, his body colliding with mine as he bears me down beneath him. His lips crash down on mine in a fierce kiss, setting every part of me ablaze.

We work together, practically ripping at his shirt, both feral with the need to get it off him. The need to touch him, to feel his skin beneath my palms, is overwhelming.

"Touch me, baby girl," he growls, flinging the shirt across the room the second it slides free.

I cry out, eagerly pressing my palms to his bare skin.

He attacks my neck with fervent kisses, sending shivers of delight ripping through me. I explore every inch of his muscular chest, marveling at the feel of him beneath my palms. He kisses lower, pulling my nipple into his mouth.

I groan, the sound rippling through the room.

"You like that, Davina?"

"Yes, Daddy. I love your mouth right there!"

He yanks the top of my dress down, touching his tongue to the hard bud. "Good," he growls. "Because these sweet little things were made for my fucking mouth."

I sob my agreement, pretty sure he"s right.

He licks and sucks, first one and then the other until I"m in a frenzy beneath him, so turned on I can"t think straight. I can"t do anything but gasp and plead, begging for more.

He slides down my body, his hands skimming up my thighs, raking my dress up around my hips. "Keep your eyes on Daddy," he demands, his voice dripping with sex.

I hold his gaze while he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. He peels them from my body, leaving me trembling and desperate. The ache between my legs intensifies as he drops my panties to the bed beside me, his piercing gaze drifting to my sex.

"Spread your legs, Davina. Let Daddy see," he orders.

Biting my lip, I tease him as I slowly, shyly spread my legs apart, trying not to vibrate apart at the look in his eyes. No one has ever looked at me like he is right now—like I"m the entire reason they exist.

As soon as they"re spread as wide as they"ll go, exposing every inch of myself to him, he growls so loud I feel it in my core and dives between my thighs like an untamed beast set loose on its prey. His tongue spears between my folds, making me sob.

"Oh, little girl," he growls against my sex, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. He runs his tongue around my clit, making me sob. "You"re Daddy"s favorite flavor."

"W-what flavor?"

"Sugar-coated pussy." He sucks my clit into his mouth, snarling like a wild animal.

The vibration of sound sends me shooting to the edge. I sob, pulling at his hair.

He eats me like he can"t stop himself, snarling and growling, wild and uninhibited. Between long licks, he whispers filthy words, driving me wild with desire.

"Such a sweet little cunt." Lick. "Daddy is going to make you fucking scream for more." Lick. "Jesus, little girl. They"re going to have to pry Daddy off this perfect little pussy." Lick. Lick. "I"m going to eat it until you"re begging me to stop."

His words, mixed with his relentless tongue, send me spiraling toward an intense release. I cling onto him as the pleasure consumes me.

My vision blurs as the coil of pleasure inside me snaps, my body trembling as I shatter, coming all over his face.

"Daddy!" I scream, tears streaming down my cheeks, my fingers buried in his hair as he continues to lap up every drop of my arousal.

Stars burst behind my eyelids in dizzying patterns. Blood rushes in my ears in a torrent of sound. I lose track of the room, of reality, of everything.

When I finally come back to myself, gasping for air, I find Micah kneeling between my legs, his thick cock in his fist, jerking off with a look of pure hunger painted on his face. My core clenches at the sight of him, so damn beautiful in his desire.

"Daddy." Following some instinct that makes me braver, bolder, I use two fingers to spread my lower lips wide. In this moment, I"m not Davina. I"m his baby girl, determined to drive him mad—determined to make him take what he really wants: me.

"Daddy," I gasp, my voice barely more than a breathy whisper. "Put it here."

"Little girl," he groans, his hand still working furiously on his cock, desperation ringing in his voice.

"Please, Daddy. Please. I"ll be a good girl."

His gaze locks onto mine, burning with an intensity that makes me tremble. For a moment, he hesitates, caught between the consuming desire that binds us together and his desire to protect me—to keep from going too far too soon. But I want this, every damn inch of him. Now.

"Please, Daddy," I pout. "Please."

With a groan, he gives in to his need, yanking me closer until my curvy bottom rests against his thighs. My legs splay around his hips, leaving me completely exposed to him. His cock presses against my wet pussy, and I can"t help but whimper at the sensation.

"Fuck, baby girl," he breathes, bouncing his dick against my clit, his gaze transfixed on the sight. "You feel so fucking good."

As he slowly feeds his cock into me, inch by inch, he can"t take his eyes off the sight. I can"t take mine off him. His eyes darken with lust, his lips part as filthy words spill out in broken groans, driving me wild.

"God, this perfect pussy." His thighs tremble beneath me. "So fucking tight and wet and pink for Daddy, little girl." He rocks his hips, pushing in deeper. "Look at how you"re taking me, Davina. Just fucking look at it." He groans like a man on the edge of desperation. "You"re stretched around me like you can"t possibly take another inch, but you will, won"t you, little girl? You"ll take every fucking inch Daddy gives you."

I tremble, caught in a tangle of pleasure and pain so intense it steals my breath.

"You own Daddy, baby girl," he rasps, writhing in his own torment, his eyes still locked on where we"re joined. "Do you hear me? You own me."

"Daddy," I sob, coming all over his cock before he"s even all the way in.

He growls, snapping his hips forward and tearing through my hymen while I"m mid-orgasm. I"m so lost in the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over me that the fleeting pain is barely noticeable. All I feel is him. Everywhere.

"Take it, little girl," he commands, his voice rough. He fucks me ruthlessly, driving into me as if he can"t stop himself. He pinches and plays with my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit. "Tell Daddy what you want, baby. Use your words."

"More," I gasp, my mind hazy with lust. "Please, give me more!"

"Good girl." Micah pounds into me, driving me toward the edge once again. He leans down, pinching my clit between his fingers.

"Fuck," he groans. "Look at you taking it like a good little girl."

I whimper, writhing in ecstasy.

"You"re going to come on Daddy"s cock again, aren"t you?"

"Yes!" I gasp, already trembling right there on the edge.

"Good girl," he praises me, rolling my clit between his fingers. "Daddy"s going to breed you when you do, baby girl. I"m coming in that tight little pussy and I"m not pulling out. You can"t stop me."

His wicked words and the onslaught of sensation is too much at once. The combination sends me spiraling headlong into another powerful orgasm. I dig my nails into his thighs, babbling incoherently as it rips me apart.

"Please, Daddy!" I cry out, sobbing his name as he grunts, holding me down on his cock as he comes deep inside me. I feel every pulse of his cock, every hot spurt of cum releasing inside me.

And even though I"m well aware of the danger that comes with giving myself so completely to this man when he isn"t mine to keep, I love every second of it. Every single second.

His powerful body collapses on top of mine, slick with sweat and panting for breath. He cradles me against him as if I"m something he doesn"t intend on ever letting go, pressing adoring kisses to my face. Each tender touch makes my heart flutter.

"You did so good, baby girl," he praises, his deep voice husky and full of warmth. "You took Daddy so well."

I cling to him, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions—happiness, fear, and an overwhelming sense of longing. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, dripping in my hair.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whisper, my voice trembling. But deep within me, a cold realization settles—the man of my dreams, the daddy I"ve always yearned for, is someone I can"t have.

"Are you alright, little one?" he asks, horror etching his voice when he catches sight of my tears. "Did I hurt you? Christ, baby, please tell me I didn"t hurt you."

"I"m fine, Daddy," I lie, trying to bury the truth that threatens to spill from my lips. "You didn"t hurt me. You were perfect. It"s just…it was so intense."

His expression eases, understanding lighting his eyes. He strokes my hair, his fingers soothing as they brush through the blonde tangles. "Let it out, baby girl," he murmurs, as if he truly understands. "Daddy"s right here."

As we lay entwined, I try to savor every moment with him. The way he holds me close, his spicy scent surrounding me like a comforting embrace, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in my ears.

But as I cling to him, my body still marked by his possession, his cum still sliding down my legs, I know that it"s not enough. It"s not nearly enough.

I want everything.

I want…forever.