Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
VALLIE
Fuck, he is hot.
And domineering.
“Drop to your knees.”
I gasp, my heart thrashing with nerves while my pussy clenches around nothing, begging to have pressure. To be full. Donnie debases me. He takes. I let him— want him to. But I very rarely submit to him… Do I? I used to pretend to be obedient for fear of my life, but as soon as I no longer feared them, that stopped.
Donnie is still an arsehole, and I love every jerk inch. Tyler is my baby, my sweet lunatic boy. But this… The fact that I don’t know Dexter that well adds to the dangerous feeling playing with my nerves. Alone. Submitting?
Will I like it?
“The carpet is extra soft in this room.” He grins, two creases that denote his age form around one corner.
I damn near flood the ‘extra soft carpets.’ Older men are just… a whole other level of hot.
“Just for my Baby Girl’s precious, soft knees.”
I scoff, but it’s a nervous sound, not bratty. “How did you manage that?”
“I had it replaced a month ago.”
“This is your hotel?”
“It is the company’s hotel.”
This man is too much, rich in every sense of the word—rich with danger, power, and money.
“If I have to ask you one more time there will be consequences for you.”
“What consequences?”
His stare penetrates me, somehow taking hold of my defiant legs and buckling them. My knees give out, and immediately I feel more vulnerable. If I crawl… my boobs will hang, and so will my belly… I can’t. The thought has me wrapping my arms around my breasts, my mind totally defeating my confidence.
He stands, and I gasp, ready to climb to my feet, but not before he strides over and scoops me into his arms to show me he can. He can lift me—with ease. He adjusts me in his grip, my naked curves crushed to his expensive suit. I almost feel bad… What is wrong with me! A man like this can have anyone. Supermodels. Perfect hourglasses. Perfect… twigs, with perky tits?—
Before my mind can continue, I realise he has sat back down on the sofa with me on his lap, my back to his torso.
God , he smells good. Musky. Woody. Cologne dipped in… I don’t know, something expensive and rare.
Unicorn jizz, or something.
I’m losing it.
I giggle in his arms, shocked, heart racing, nerves rattling me, but then his hot breath hits my neck.
“Spread your legs on Daddy’s lap so I can show you the consequences of your defiance, Baby Girl.”
My nervous laughter only continues. What the hell? “Don’t I get a spanking? Isn’t that what I get?”
He palms my upper thigh, a motion that demands I spread them. I do. Heat hits my ears, and I start to pant.
And then he cups my pussy.
Cradling it, he kneads his palm into the flesh, spreading all my moisture around my folds.
Fuck me . I lift off his lap, chasing the pressure, but at the same time, he slaps my swelling core. Hard!
I cry out and then moan.
“That was for your defiance.” His voice drops deeper with authority and warning. “I want you to know I do not enjoy punishing you, Baby Girl.”
I squeeze my eyes shut.
My back presses into his torso harder.
He slaps my wet folds again, cupping, kneading, and then spanking. Cup. Knead. Spank. Jolting pleasure and pain through me, disarming my fight or flight, confusing me, he disciplines me with slaps to my pussy until I can no longer stand the sting or pleasure or?—
A moan and cry fills my throat.
He stops and soothes, his palm making circles, and I come on his hand without a second more of build-up, relief flooding my core, my pussy weeping on his palm, my hips rocking against the cradle of his hand.
His heated breath, mint and coffee, rushes through my hair. “And those were for your self-depreciation. Daddy will decide if you’re sexy or not.” He slaps my pussy once more—a wet, sloppy smack—as my orgasm rushes from me. Embarrassment rises through my entire being.
I bite my lower lip to not respond.
“That’s my good girl,” he approves. “Enjoy my attention. Do not question it.”
I open my eyes just as he lifts his hand, bringing it back behind me, where I hear him licking his palm—the one that slapped my wet folds.
Jesus Christ.
And fuck me.
I’m not ready for this man.
“I don’t actually think this is funny,” I say through more nervous laughter. Stop fucking laughing! “I don’t know why I was, erm, am laughing. I’m not sure?—”
“You do not need to fill the silence with words. Speak if you wish. I want your words when they matter. But for now…” He pushes me forward to my knees between his thighs. “Turn around. Listen, learn, and lick my cock.”
Blinking at the floor, I shuffle around to face him. With a small swallow, I peer up at the flawless man in a powerful, tailored suit.
He reaches between his thighs and touches my cheek, brushing his finger along the hot, flushing skin. “Your giggles are soothing you, Baby Girl. You will stop giggling when you relax. You will relax when you submit.”
I inhale his words and blink.
“There it is,” he purrs, leaning backwards and lifting his hips to draw my attention to the open brown-leather belt and the luscious felt covering his erection. “Make your mouth nice and warm, nice and wet for Daddy’s cock, Baby Girl.”
Immediately, my mouth waters for him. I cannot believe he can get both my holes wet just by asking.
Lifting to my knees, I reach for his top button and zipper. Reaching between the material of his underwear, I draw out his heavy cock. I have had this in my pussy, and in my hand but have not yet tasted it.
I lick my lips and lean down to show him how good I am at this, to show off. I suck the head between my lips, lathering the warm crown with saliva.
“Very good. Slow. Easy.”
I let it pop out and glare at him. “I know what I am doing! This is where I shine.”
His blue eyes dilate. Darken. “And yet, I am still telling you what to do. You’re too eager to get me off. Fast. Used to my brothers. Do as you’re told, Baby Girl. And drop that attitude, or I will use my belt on your pussy next time.”
He what?
My eyes widen. “Sorry…”
“Sorry, what?”
“Sorry…” I take a deep breath. “ Daddy .”
My pussy squeezes.
Oh, I like that.
“We are in no hurry,” he groans as I lick his shaft slowly, gently tracing each long vein with my eager tongue.
I feel him reach for me while I lick, but refrain from sucking. Which now that I am conscious of it, is actually a feat. I want to suck, like a kind of anxious response, but he wants me to settle, enjoy, submit…
Closing my eyes, I feel his warm, strong fingers feed into my hair. Brush through the blonde strands.
“You can be more than one thing, Baby Girl. You were right. You are enough woman for us all. You can be Tyler’s playmate, Donnie’s wife, and my baby girl. You’re so important to my family. You will keep us together. We have never been together, not since we were children.”
He widens his knees, and I press my breasts to the sofa, calm and content between them.
“That’s very good. Now suck the crown of Daddy’s cock. Nice and slow. Roll it around between your lips. Show Daddy how good he tastes.”
I squirm against the effect of his raspy utterance. Doing as I am told. I mouth the swollen, flushed head, and his cock jerks between my lips.
“ Yes .” He shuffles forward and uses his hand to direct my mouth. “Now let me take control. Your mouth is mine to use. Daddy needs you, Baby Girl, to suck the tension from his veins.” His breathing shudders out, and he begins to bob my head down slow and leisurely, over his shaft until my nose meets his neat pubic hair. A rumble fills his throat, stilling me over him while I drool around the long, thick cock channelling down my throat. My eyes snap open. He pulls me up a second before my body nearly spasms to break free. “That’s right. I know what you need.” With a small break at the smooth tip, I lick and hum. My thighs are soaked from my pussy, the flesh tingling for release, pressure, attention. Anything. I am so damn aroused.
“Daddy needs more.” He drags me down his cock again, holding me there. This time, he lifts his hips, short, deep thrusts that draw growls up his throat. “Fuck, Baby Girl. Your submission means everything to me.”
He moves, cupping my cheeks, palms clutching with dominance, and works himself inside me. Slides through the pulsing confinements of my throat, he stays deep, no more than an inch of movement in or out. He is so controlled. So all-encompassing. So gentle, yet commanding.
“ Daddy .” I groan around his cock; the vibration of my helpless arousal causes his length to thicken and fill. He shudders. Tensing, directing, clutching harder at my cheeks, he comes with a deep, praise-filled groan. “Fuck. Good girl. Daddy’s very clever girl.”
I stare up at him, dressed in his suit, sleeves folded at his elbows, forearm veins protruding, cock thrumming against my tongue, brows weaved above hooded eyes, mouth open, panting—pleasure a blanket across his expression.
Watching him come down from his orgasm, I lick him clean and squirm. Needy.
“You did such a good job on Daddy’s cock.” He lifts his head and tucks his cock back inside his pants but leaves the tails of his belt open. “Now, crawl to the bed in the centre of the room, climb on it, and lie on your back. I need to reward you. I can smell your discomfort on my carpet, and I need to taste it, too.”
This time, I crawl towards the bed and climb on without hesitation, remembering, “Daddy will decide if you’re sexy or not.” I tell my mind it isn’t up to me to judge. It isn’t my decision whether he finds me sexy—it is his. My shoulders loosen. Weight lifts.
I lie on my back, setting my hands on my belly.
He walks over to the foot and stops.
I hold my breath.
“Spread your thighs. Show me your soaking wet pussy. The one my brothers like to fuck and lick.”
His words send a shiver through me.
Hairs rise along my skin as I plant my feet on the mattress and spread my thighs for him. I don’t lift my head to see him. I stare at the ceiling and pant, nerves making the air thick and hard to inhale.
“You want to know if you’re sexy, Baby Girl?”
“Yes, please, Daddy,” I admit, realising I need to hear it.
“You have an obscenely sexy figure, round in all the ways I like, with a wet, tight, puffy pussy. Exactly what Daddy wants.” My core clutches, forcing moisture to slide down my thighs. “Now, that’s a lovely reaction to my words.”
Kneeling at the end of the bed, he reaches between my legs and drags my hips to the end of the mattress. The cool air becomes a wet, warm mouth on my pussy. I moan, thanking God for his mouth. Dexter licks in an exploratory way, rolling his tongue between each crease, feeling the folds and valleys. He hums when I shiver, a small stream sliding from inside me. After his gentle licks subdue me, washing me with warmth from my tippy-toes to my forehead, he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh!”
I push further into the mattress.
“Oh, Daddy.”
My leg jerks by his face, and he catches it, only to trace the length with his fingers to my hip and back to my ankle. It’s nice. The gentle caress, paired with the relentless suction, washes me into pleasure. I wriggle around his face, coming to the perfect balance of intensity and peace. Smiling, my orgasm continues softly, a lovely butterfly of pleasure that tingles in my nerves.
I am rolling with a pool of warm desire in my core, sloshing and wonderful when he stands and removes his clothing. My eyes want to close and feel but, seeing this powerful enigma of a man slowly removing his shirt and pants, revealing long, lean muscles, is too addictive a vision to ignore.
He crawls over me, threading an arm under my waist, aiding him as he drags me up the bed with him. Our lips are so close. He leans in and feathers my mouth, sharing gentle wisps of air. Then, his tongue bridges the gap. Licks. I moan at his taste, coffee, mint, me. I spread my legs for him, and he pushes inside me and. I. Damn. Cry. Out.
I need this pressure. Stretch. “Oh, yes .”
“Fuck, Baby Girl. Your cunt is wild.”
I realise I am squeezing and clenching and demanding, crazed for more, just more… But then I stop.
“Wait,” I say against his lips. “You should know. I’m not on birth control anymore. We took it out.”
His lips slide out. “Are you ovulating, Baby Girl?”
“Yes. I should start tonight or tomorrow.”
“And you want a baby?”
“We were going to…” I pause. “Try-to-not-try.”
“Let’s get Daddy’s cum inside you then,” he growls with a wild upward thrust, knocking me towards the bed frame. I grab his muscular shoulders, feeling them roll with tension and delight as he starts to really move.
Oh. My. God.
This. This… Every motion of his hips between my thighs is for both of us, choreographed to rub all the sensitive spots inside and out. Meticulous.
Consistent.
“Do you like Daddy’s fat cock inside you?” He fucks like a billionaire manages his business, with control, with concentration, with passion.
I’m in a blissful haze of sensation. “ Yes .”
Before too long, I am spasming around his cock as he squeezes through the grip of my pussy and draws out again at the perfect pace. As I come, my thighs are coils of muscles, my abdomen is locked, pleasure riding my racing blood to every inch of my body.
“ Christ , your pussy has a mind of its own!”
And I feel his hot cum jet into me, hear grunts punch from his throat.
He finishes and drops his forehead into the crook of my neck. Hot breath fans my hair.
“Full of my cum, Baby Girl. Do you like it? Now we sleep like this. With you crushed beneath me. Safe. Keeping my cock warm. And when I grow inside you, I will use your pussy to finish again. Do you consent to Daddy using your body all night long? Even while you’re asleep?”
I close my eyes. Exhausted. “Yes, Daddy.”