Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
Barrett
Sage came to me to feel safe. All bets are off. I’m not letting her go, or waiting until this job is over. She sealed her fate as soon as she admitted she needed me.
“Do you want to be Daddy’s pet?” I watch her eyes carefully, noting the instant dilation and glossy sheen of desire. Any sort of denial that comes out of her will be a lie, and I won’t accept it.
Her lip is pliant under my thumb, softer than the skin I trace with my fingers. Softer than I remember any part of her being. For this moment, I’m utterly obsessed with her mouth while I wait for her reply.
“I …” The syllable is whispered on the breath coasting over my hand.
“All you have to do is say ‘Yes, Daddy,’ and I’ll do the rest.”
“But I …”
“But what?” I slip my hand to the back of her neck and grip. “Are you scared, pet? Maybe you should be, but I won’t hurt you.”
“You will.” She closes her eyes.
“Look at me. If you’re about to lie and tell me you don’t want this, then I want to see the proof.”
“Lie?” She blinks, leaning her head into my hold.
“Yes, pet. I know that anything else that comes out of your mouth other than ‘Yes, Daddy’ is a lie.”
“I want to lie.”
“I know you do, but I won’t let you. Tell me the truth.” I tighten my hold. “Do you want to be Daddy’s pet?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I pull on the back of her neck and lean my head down to whisper against her lips. “Choose a safe word. Now.”
She gasps and only takes a moment to think. “Sleep.” It sounds like a prayer and a plea, something we all crave at some point.
“Good girl.” I press my lips to hers. Our drinks hover in the air beside us, held out of the way. Her lips move hesitantly with mine while I take control and I can’t stop myself from claiming her, despite knowing I should let her go.
Sage was right, we shouldn’t, but all my reasoning has disappeared. I want to strip her bare, physically and emotionally, making her mine in every way. Shameless, wicked fantasies that I’ve had since I first set eyes on her now feel like hope.
Lifting my head, I nip her nose. “Strip.” I let her go and tilt my drink to my lips while plucking hers from her grasp.
“What?” She takes a second to pull herself from the haze.
“It starts now. Strip.”
“Here?” Her eyes dart around the kitchen and land on the front door only a few feet away.
“Yes, here.”
It takes her a few steadying breaths before stepping back, giving herself enough space to remove her clothes without bumping me.
She pulls her blouse from her skirt, then starts on the buttons.
My gaze follows her fingers down the front, then as she pulls the halves apart.
She doesn’t rush, and I don’t want her to. This is a discovery for both of us.
I hum. “Leave the stockings.” I thought they were regular hose, but when she drops her skirt, she reveals black lace wrapped around her thighs.
“Put your clothes on that table. You won’t need them for a while.
” I point at a side table near the front door.
She can have them back when she leaves. If I let her leave.
Giving her drink back to her, I tilt my chin, telling her to drink it. She’s going to need the warmth for what I have planned.
Returning to the kitchen, I continue cooking the dinner I’d been preparing when she messaged. I’m going to have some fun with her.
Uncertainty makes her follow me. I don’t have to issue a command or give her a look. She’s nervous and watching my every move. It’s perfect.
When she stops behind me, I turn. Wrapping my hands around her bare waist, I savour her soft flesh for a moment, digging my fingers in to lift her onto the counter. She yelps as her ass touches the cool surface and I grin.
“Stay there.” My hand grazes over her hip, thighs, barely brushing her core until I’m no longer touching her. I have vegetables ready to peel and cut, meat marinating in the refrigerator. I lost all focus with her message, knowing something was wrong.
She watches me work beside her. Every few minutes, I hold up something for her to eat. The first time, she reached for it, but I tapped her hand and set the food on her bottom lip until she opened.
A carrot. A piece from a salad. My finger-tip dipped in sauce, forcing her to lick it clean. Sage squirms on the counter the more I feed her while I cook.
“You’re being such a good girl.” I lift her drink to her mouth, tipping it back to pour past her lips.
There is still uncertainty dancing in her eyes, but her skin is flushed down her entire body. “What do you mean by ‘your pet’?”
“You’re mine. I could explain further than that, but I’d rather show you.”
She frowns.
“If you’ll trust me enough to show you.”
“How far do I have to trust you?”
I stand between her thighs, cupping both sides of her face with my hands. “With everything. Every inch of you. With your breath. Your body. And definitely your mind.”
“My mind?”
“I’m going to fuck you in every way possible. What do you say, pet?”
“That’s asking a lot.” Her hips move on the counter. Each breath carries the hint of a whimper while her eyes dart back and forth over my face, trying to make her decision. “This is going to hurt.”
Despite promising her I wouldn’t hurt her, I understand what she means. Not physically, but the emotional involvement of what I’m asking her to do is high. “Possibly.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I correct.
“Okay, Daddy.” Her whisper trembles and sounds fucking perfect.
With a smirk, I drop to my knees and slide my hands down her sides to grasp her hips, yanking her forward until she’s balancing on the edge. Dinner is almost done, giving me mere minutes to make her come on my tongue. I want her taste to linger with the food.
Licking up her slit—one, two, three—I hum my pleasure, then latch hard onto her clit. Sage cries out, fisting my hair. I refuse to let up until her thighs shake.
With the first quivers, I push two fingers into her dripping centre.
“Fuck, pet,” I murmur against her. “So perfect. Come for Daddy.”
A few seconds of silence with her breath trapped in her chest and then she finally breaks. She whimpers through the contractions around my fingers while I continue to thrust and suck, making her climax last as long as her body can sustain it.
Slowly, I rise, kissing her to feed her the taste of her orgasm. “Let’s eat.”