Chapter 51
We have spent the day celebrating with our family, finally retreating to our cabin as the sun begins to set.
The faint lapping of the lake against the shore is the only sound beyond the soft rustle of the wind through the trees.
I step inside and close the door, the click of the lock echoing in the small space.
The world outside feels impossibly far away—no guns and no one trying to take what’s mine. Just us. Just the silk curve of Ani stretched across the bed, candlelight licking over her skin as if the flames want what belongs to me.
I pause in the doorway for a long breath, soaking her in.
She is wearing the robe I bought her this morning in town, soft white satin that clings to her shoulders and drapes open just enough to tease the lace hiding beneath.
She’s a fucking vision—bare legs tucked under her, blonde curls cascading over her shoulders, and pouty pink lips begging to be kissed.
“Daddy,” she whispers softly, and I fucking love the way it sounds spilling over her lips. I stalk forward, unhurried, letting the floorboards creak under my weight.
When I reach the bed, I sink onto it beside her and run the back of my knuckles along her cheek. “I’ve wanted to get you in this cabin all fucking day. ”
Her lips curve, but there’s that flicker of defiance in her eyes that I’ve grown addicted to. “You make it sound like you were planning to lock me up here.”
“You say that like it isn’t exactly what I want,” I hum, pressing my lips against hers.
I kiss her slow, careful, like she’s made of glass.
I taste sparkling grape juice, strawberries, and Ani herself.
She tilts her chin, opening to me, and I slide my hand into her hair—tugging just enough to make her breath catch.
The robe slips off her shoulder, and I follow the line of skin with my lips, dragging my teeth lightly over the delicate slope of her collarbone.
She trembles, clutching at my shirt, and the sound she makes goes straight to my cock.
Tightening her hold on me, she pulls back just enough to look at me.
With her eyes blazing, she demands, “Don’t you dare fuck me like your wife. ”
I bare my teeth in a smile, slow and predatory, fingers curling tight in her hair until her head tips back. My lips graze her ear when I answer in a gravelly whisper, “I wouldn’t fucking dream of it, little pet.”
Her breath shudders out, and her body melts. She wants this. Needs it. And fuck if I’m not going to give it to her.
My mouth trails lower, finding the lace edge of her bra. I bite down just hard enough to make her gasp. She arches into me, and I take advantage, easing her onto the mattress. The robe falls away completely, baring her to the hungry light.
“Mine,” I breathily groan, dragging my lips over her skin as my hand dusts down her stomach, stopping just above where she needs me most. “Say it.”
Ani’s lips part, her chest heaving. Defiance flickers once more in her eyes before it melts under the weight of my stare. “Yours.”
The fire pops in the fireplace, and I feel what little restraint I have snapping one thread at a time, making way for the raw hunger I’ve been holding back.
I grip her wrists and pin them above her head, leaning over her so she feels the full weight of me holding her down.
She squirms, testing the firmness of my hold, but there’s heat sparking in her eyes—she likes being at my mercy.
Brushing my lips over hers without kissing her, I playfully ask, “Do you know what happens to my little pet when she’s good?”
Her thighs shift restlessly, but her chin lifts in defiance. “You spoil her.”
“No.” I chuckle, dark and low. “I ruin her.”
My lips crash against hers, kissing her the way I have been craving all day. Hard. My tongue thrusts past her lips, and I devour her. She whimpers into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, and I grind my hips down against hers, letting her feel exactly how hard I am for her already.
Her lace bra is nothing more than a scrap of fabric beneath my hands. I tear at it until it gives, her gasp breaking against my mouth. I drag my palms over the swell of her pert breasts, squeezing, teasing her nipples until she arches into my touch.
“Nik—”
I cut her off with a sharp tug of her hair, baring her throat. My teeth find the delicate skin there, biting down until she moans. I suck hard enough to mark her, satisfaction flooding me at the sight of her skin claimed in my colors.
“Daddy. You’re my pet. My toy. My little slut,” I growl against her neck, every word slow and deliberate. “And I’m going to spend the night, and the rest of your life, fucking you like it. Just like you want me to.”
Her body shivers beneath me. She glares up at me, her voice breaking. “Then stop teasing me and prove it.”
My palm lands on the inside of her thigh, sharp enough to sting, making her gasp. “Careful with that mouth, little pet. Or do you want Daddy to spank your ass red before I even get inside you?”
Her pupils blow wide at my threat. “Please.”
Abruptly pulling her toward me, I bring my hand down hard against the lacy fabric covering her ass.
A pained yelp blows over her lips as I swing again, my palm connecting twice in quick succession.
I rub over her ass, the flesh already warm beneath my hand, as the flicker of rebellion in her eyes diminishes.
Easing her onto her back, I drag her panties down in one brutal motion, tearing the lace when it reaches the middle of her thighs. She’s bare beneath me, legs spread wide and glistening in the firelight. My cock throbs at the sight, hunger aching in my gut.
I slide two fingers teasingly over her pussy, savoring the way her breath hitches.
Then I push inside her, stretching her, curling my fingers until she moans shamelessly.
Watching her face, I fuck her with my hand and grind the heel of my palm against her clit.
I bring her to the edge and deny her repeatedly until she is panting and her nails are clawing at the sheets.
Her eyes roll back as she teeters on the edge and whimpers, “Nik… Daddy… please… I can’t…”
“That’s it,” I rasp, relentlessly pumping faster. “Beg for me. Beg like a little slut. Let me hear how much you need it.”
She thrashes, needing to come so desperately she cries out, “I need you… I need your cock. Please fuck me!”
The sound of it nearly undoes me. I pull my fingers free and shove them between her lips. “Suck. Taste how fucking wet you are for me.”
She obeys instantly, eyes locked on mine as her tongue swirls around my fingers. My cock aches at the sight, at the feel of her mouth greedily sucking her sweet pussy from me. She’s perfect. Filthy. And she’s mine.
I yank my hand free and strip my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.
I drag down my pants before my shirt even hits the floor.
My cock springs free, hard and heavy. Settling between her legs, I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“This is mine, too”—I firmly tap the head of my cock against her sensitive clit—“You don’t get to come until I say.
You don’t get to fucking breathe without my permission. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice is a shaky whisper, but the submission in it makes my chest ache.
I smile, pressing the thick head of my cock against her soaked entrance.
“Good girl. Now, let me ruin you.” The first thrust is brutal, stretching her around me in one merciless push.
Ani cries out, her nails raking my shoulders and body arching to take me.
I hold still, buried to the hilt, savoring the way her cunt clenches around me like she was made for me.
“Fuck,” I groan against her neck. “So tight for me. So wet and ready. You missed my cock, didn’t you? ”
She breathlessly answers, “Yes, Daddy…”
I pull back slowly, almost tender, then slam back in with enough force to rock the bed against the wall. She gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. I grab her ass, holding her wide open as I set a brutal pace, each thrust harder than the last.
The sound of our bodies colliding fills the cabin, slick and obscene, mixing with her cries. I watch her falling apart beneath me—eyes glazed, lips parted, skin flushed, and absolutely fucking perfect.
“Look at you,” I growl, demanding her attention. “Spread wide for your Daddy. Moaning like a slut on her honeymoon. You might be my wife, but when I’m inside you, you’re nothing more than my filthy little pet who can’t get enough of my cock.”