Chapter 9

Fucking hell.

Missy is too perfect for me. Everything I’ve ever wanted, and I haven’t even made her come yet. Most women—if you have any skill manipulating their bodies—don’t want to wait to come. They want it when they want it and refuse to give me the control I crave to get it. Missy is mouthy, but in this case, I fucking like it. It turns me on, taking me to the edge of losing control and caving into pure pleasure in her arms.

She drops to her knees like a trained dancer and my dick punches against the confines of my jeans by the vision of her licking her lips while looking up at me. I unzip and reach into my briefs to pull my aching cock free. Her eyes grow wide and she opens her mouth without me saying a word.

I caress her cheek with my free hand and slide my cock between her open lips. “You are my dream come true.”

She swirls the head with her tongue and then sucks me deep, doing her best without the use of her hands. I flex my fingers and gather her hair in my fist, guiding her head as she coats my cock in her slick saliva. “That’s it. Just like that. Such a good girl.”

“More,” Missy moans, the vibration sending chills up my shaft.

“You want me to fuck your pretty mouth, babydoll?” I press my thumb against her chin, pushing open her jaw further.

She pants and nods. “Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck, I love hearing her call me that. I thought we’d have to ease into the pet names, but having her bring it up immediately means everything to me.

“Relax your throat.” Threading my hands through her hair, I flex my fingers against her scalp and slide my cock between her perfectly plump lips again, this time pumping my hips in a slow, careful rhythm. It’s been a while for me, but more so, the need and desire I have for the beautiful woman on her subservient knees in front of me is taking me to the edge of release quickly. I grit my teeth, willing back my orgasm and rasp, “Good girl.”

“More.” She whimpers as I quicken my thrusts and bump up against the back of her throat, tears spilling down her cheeks as she does her best to take all of me without gagging.

“You want more?”

Gurgling around my cock, she nods.

I growl the moment I give up control of my orgasm and cum rushes from my balls down my shaft. “Swallow everything, babydoll, and you’ll be coming on my face next.”

Missy gasps for air and does her best to swallow my load as I hold her head in place, my cock jerking to completion between her lips. Without an ounce of the control I pride myself on having, I yank her to her feet and toss her on the bed, descending on her like a man starved for sustenance.

That’s who she is, the one woman who gives me life.

I pull her panties off and spread her thighs wide like a wild man, her gasps of surprise not slowing me down in the slightest. One swipe of my tongue between her pussy lips and I’m hooked. I’ve never tasted anything like her. She’s an addiction I’ll willingly take on for a lifetime.

“Please, Daddy,” she moans, her hips bucking against my mouth.

“Please what?” I hiss, intent on making her come again and again until she’s so depleted she’ll never be able to leave my bed.

“Can I touch you?” Missy pants.

Her question pulls my head up out of her thighs to look at her. “What?”

“Can I put my fingers in your hair?” She looks damn near desperate and while I’m inclined to say no—I hate being held down in any way—I can’t deny her this simple request.

“Yes, babydoll. You can touch me.”

Her short fingernails scrape against my scalp as I lick and suck on her clit until her thighs clamp tight around my head and she chants, “Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy. Oh god, Daddy!”

Cum as sweet as honey nectar floods my mouth as her entire body quivers with her climax. A wave of tender possessiveness washes over me as this woman—my woman—falls apart in my arms, and all the kinky things I want to do with her seem secondary to pleasuring the love of my life.

Holy shit. The love of my life?

While I knew she was mine and that this wasn’t some temporary fascination, love is a very different emotion—one that I didn’t think I was capable of feeling.

Possessive, protective, controlling—yes. But loving?

I crawl from between her legs to stretch out by her side. She’s lying there, staring at the ceiling, panting for breath with her hands resting on her T-shirt covered breasts. “Are you okay?”

“That was amazing.”

Pride swells in my chest, but it’s my heart growing two sizes that fucks me up. I pull her hands off her chest, kissing each fingertip before gently raising them above her head. Without words, I pull off her T-shirt and unfasten her bra, baring her beautiful curves to me for the first time. Sitting up, I stare down at her, admiring my woman with the love and adoration I should have paid her the moment she walked into the clubhouse.

She’s not my property, she’s my everything.

Rolling off the bed, I kick off my jeans and offer her my hand, pulling her up to push the covers down. “Bed, babydoll.”

“Are we done?” She looks at me in confusion.

“No, but I’ve changed my mind about how I want tonight to go.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

I frame her face and kiss her lips softly. “There is nothing wrong, but tonight I want to make love to you instead of dominating you.”

“Love?” Her eyes grow wide at the word.

I stare back at her with absolute seriousness, peering past her mental blocks and bad relationship to her heart and soul—all while doing my best to open mine to her. “Yes. Tonight we make love. Tomorrow, I’ll fuck the ability to speak out of you.”

She grins and slides between the sheets. “Promise, Daddy?”

I hit the light switch on the wall, casting us in relative darkness except for the amber glow coming from the bathroom. Sliding next to her, I pull her into my arms and place a chaste, gentle kiss on her forehead. It’s at this moment I realize I don’t know how to make love. I’ve never done it. Sex has always been on my terms. It’s about pleasure, control, and obedience—to me.

Can two people make love on those terms?

“Drak?” Missy says in the darkness as her fingers dance in my chest hair.

“Yeah?”

“How do we make love?”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “I was asking myself the same question.”

She lifts and looks at me, the ambient light highlighting her pouty lips and high cheekbones. “Maybe we should start with a kiss and see where it goes?”

We kiss tentatively at first, exploring each other, my cock stirring for another round as Missy slides her knee up my thigh. Rolling her onto her back, I take my time kissing her breasts and lavishing attention to each perfect nipple, savoring this moment as a time that I will remember for the rest of my life. Sliding down her body, I take my time touching and caressing her, focusing on the feeling of her underneath me and her gentle hands in my hair. Between her legs, I push her knees apart with my shoulders and take my time licking up her arousal, savoring her taste and imprinting it on my soul.

Missy is mine, but I’m also hers.

She possesses my heart, and I’m not sure how or when that happened. Was it over the week when we talked about things I’ve never talked about to anyone before? Not even my best friends know about my childhood, and the foster-brothers I have only know what they know because they were subjected to the same shit. But I’ve opened up to Missy more than anyone, and it feels right.

She moans as I suck her clit into my mouth, her heel pushing against my back as her climax builds. But I want to be looking at her face the next time she comes, so I press kisses to her inner thighs and roll to her side, prepared to offer her something I never let women do. “Come ride me, babydoll. I want to see your face when you come.”

Missy swings her leg over my hips and hovers, staring down at me. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.”

She runs her fingers up and down my shaft and over my balls. “Are we using condoms?”

“If you insist. I’ve never been bare with anyone before. How about you?”

“A couple of guys did it without permission, but it’s been over a year and I’ve been tested.”

“The fuckers did it without permission?” A growl reverberates through my words as anger simmers in my veins. Fucking assholes. I’ll kill every single one of them.

“Not all guys are into consent, Daddy.” She smiles and winks, trying to gloss over her horrific past with shitty men by invoking her sexy, flirty nature. I don’t like it, but I’ll let it slide, for now.

“Ride me.” I grip her hips, pulling her forward and sliding her down my rigid cock with a low groan. “That’s it, babydoll.”

Her cunt quivers as her inner walls adjust to my size, and the feel of her bare around me is unbounded pleasure. I wrap my hands around her face and bring her lips to mine, kissing her breathless as she moves her hips and establishes a rhythm that has the head of my cock stroking her spongy g-spot gushing with arousal. Missy mewls her pleasure, her breasts brushing my chest as we pick up the pace, both of us rushing towards the orgasms we deserve. “Are you going to come all over my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes. I’m so close.” She moans as I squeeze her thigh and smack her ass. Maybe we can have both while making love—I get to maintain control over her pleasure while giving her my heart?

“There’s something you need to know before you come, Missy.” Locking eyes with her, my balls tighten and I’m on the verge of exploding, but I need her to hear these words the first time we come together.

“What?” Panting, her pussy tightens right before she releases.

“I love you.” I get the words out just as we spill over the edge, my cock jerking against the stranglehold her sweet cunt has on me, pulsing and milking me for every drop I have to give her.

She collapses on my chest, her warm breath dampening my neck. I wrap my arms around her, pinning her to me. For the first time in my life, the weight pressing down on me is calming and comforting versus triggering my fight-or-flight response. Silence envelopes us as our breathing returns to normal. Missy is completely still, her breath and eyelashes brushing my skin with every blink my only sign that she’s holding herself motionless in my arms. Maybe my bold and uncharacteristic declaration has scared her away? She’s used to half-ass men and lackluster attempts to get her into bed.

That’s it. Nothing more.

But I want it all.

“Did you mean it?” she whispers.

I loosen my arms, letting her move away if that’s what she needs. “That I love you? Yes, babydoll, I meant every word.”

“Another bold proclamation.” She buries her face into my neck.

Rubbing her back, I sigh. “You don’t have to say it back to me, Missy. It’s okay.”

“But what if I love you too?” Her muffled voice is loud and clear.

I hold my breath, waiting for her to take it back. When she doesn’t, I frame her face so I can look her in the eye. “Say it again.”

She smiles, that dimple appearing in her left cheek. “I love you, Daddy Drak.”

“I love you too, babydoll.”