Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

A leksei

Amy looked up at me, her eyes wide, her expression a mix of defiance and desire. Her lips were slightly swollen from having her mouth full of Daddy’s cock and a visible shiver ran through her body at my scrutiny. She was nervous, I could see it. But she was also turned on. The sight of her flushed cheeks and the way her pupils dilated, the way her nipples were pressing hard against her blouse told me that.

I’d have to be careful with her.

If I wasn’t, I could get addicted.

No one had ever sucked my cock like that before and I knew for certain that from now on a blowjob from anyone else would never feel as good as hers did.

I wanted her.

And only her.

Badly.

But more than any of that, I wanted to fuck her. Maybe that would get her out of my system so that I could focus on the important things again. Like the gallery. Like the business with my brothers and the Orlovs encroaching on our territory.

Amy was still looking at me, like she was waiting for me to say something.

And I wanted to, but what was I supposed to say to her?

I was torn. On the one hand, I could feel how badly she needed someone to take care of her, to show her what it meant to be taken care of. She had a stubbornness that ran so deep I wasn’t sure she could even admit it to herself. Yet her desire, her need, was written all over her face.

But on the other hand, her defiance, her resistance, her reluctance to admit the truth was also obvious. And the challenge of breaking through that was equally enticing.

She was far too tempting for her own good.

A part of me wanted to break her, to show her how much she needed to be used.

I took a step closer and cupped her cheek. She flinched at my touch, but her eyes fluttered closed, her expression softening.

“Daddy’s turn,” I repeated and watched her squirm, a flash of fear and lust crossing her face. “Now be a good girl and stand up.”

She did as she was told, standing up and looking at me expectantly.

I smiled, pleased by her obedience.

“Turn around,” I ordered, and she did, her back now facing me.

I placed my hand on the small of her back and leaned forward, whispering into her ear, “Good girl.”

Amy shuddered at my praise, her body responding to the words instinctively, even if her mind wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

“You want to please Daddy, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer, but her breath caught in her throat, the sound sending a surge of arousal through me. She’d be calling me Daddy soon enough, but I knew I needed to earn it.

I needed her surrender first.

And I knew exactly how to get it.