Chapter 38
Chapter thirty-eight
Barrett
Fuck. My insides are twisted in agony. Allowing Sage to go back to work tomorrow goes against the grain of my being. She’s mine. She belongs to me, only me. And I value that responsibility. Letting her walk into danger isn’t acceptable.
Instead of taking her to my house, I pull into her driveway.
“What are we doing here?” Disappointment pinches her brow.
“You’re going to pack a bag.” I turn off the car.
“I am?” She lifts her chin and I see a glimpse of that little warrior who tracked me down.
“Yes. You’re staying with me for a while.” A long while. It’s easy to imagine a For Sale sign sitting in front of her townhouse.
She scoffs. “Care to rephrase that?” Crossing her arms, Sage twists in her seat so her back leans against the passenger door.
“No. I don’t,” I say slowly, dropping my chin.
Her confidence slips from her face, but she straightens and rolls her eyes. “That’s too bad.”
I let her open her car door and stomp toward her house. I let her get inside before following, shutting and locking her door behind me. She’s stopped in the living room, her back to me even though she cranes her neck to listen for me.
Sliding my hand up her bare arm and over her shoulder, I wrap it around her throat and squeeze. Her gasp is instant and deep as I cut off most of her air.
“Who do you belong to, pet?” I haven’t left her with enough air to respond so I keep talking. “Daddy. You belong to Daddy. And if I want to keep you under my roof, I will.”
I pin her against me, settling my cock in the small of her back. As with every time I touch her, she relaxes in my hold.
“Understand, pet?” I loosen my hold on her neck.
“No,” she whines. “You can’t declare I belong to you and that I’m staying with you.”
“I can and I did.”
“This is my home. I have a life.”
“And now your life includes me. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“I can’t.” She closes her eyes and leans her head back against my chest.
“Good girl. Now, what to do about that little tantrum you had, rolling your eyes and storming into the house.” I push my hand down her body until I reach the hem of her sun dress, bunching the fabric until I touch bare skin.
“Tantrum?”
“Yes, pet. A tantrum.” Slipping my fingers under her panties, I flick her clit. “I wonder what treasures I might find in your nightstand.”
“None. Nothing. It’s empty.”
“Are you lying?”
“Absolutely not.”
“You’re only digging yourself deeper. Oh, the trouble you’re in.” I nip the shell of her ear until she hisses between her teeth.
Spinning her around, I bend to lift her over my shoulder.
“Daddy!” She squeals and my chest swells.
I let my hand slide up the back of her thigh and dip back into her panties to meet her wet centre.
Thrusting my fingers in and out, I spread her juices and inhale the scent of her arousal next to my face.
But I stay silent as I climb the stairs and enter her bedroom.
I look around before deciding what to do. She only has the one nightstand on the same side of the bed as the softer pillow. Stalking to stand in front of it, I slide her down my body while her dress stays trapped between us
“Do you want to stop me, pet? From doing whatever I want to you right now?”
Her tongue slowly peeks out, rolling over her bottom lip to pull it between her teeth, and she shakes her head.
“Give Daddy the words, pet.”
“No, Daddy. I don’t want to stop you.”
“Yet you want to fight that you belong to me.”
She squeezes her eyes shut and turns her head away.
“I’m going to show you.” Fisting her dress I spin her around to face her bed. “Hands on the mattress and spread your legs.”
Sage puts herself into position, bowing her head. “Why am I letting you do this to me?”
“Would you rather fight me? I have no problem restraining you.” I’ve made my decision and this is how it’s going to be.
Her next breath trembles and the muscles in her thighs tighten, and I feel a thrill rush through my blood.
Go ahead and fight me, pet. I’ll enjoy it way too much.
“That isn’t what I mean.” But I’m positive she thought it. “Why am I letting you turn me into this?”
“I know why, but only you can answer it for yourself. All I can do is show you the proof.” I drape her dress over her lower back and peel away her panties, leaving them trapped around her spread thighs.
Opening her nightstand, I grin at what I find.
A much larger vibrator than I expected with little rabbit ears to stimulate her clit and several small pocket and panty vibrators.
My poor little pet.
“And what do you do with all this?” I pick up one of the pocket vibrators, turning it on and wincing at the loud, obnoxious vibrations.
“Not much.”
I put it back in the drawer. “Do you ever take these little things on the go, pet? To work maybe?”
No answer.
“You really do want to be a dirty little girl, don’t you? Do you make yourself come at your desk where anyone could walk in? Or what about when you’re out on your adventures? Hiking, camping, paddle boarding? Do you bring these with you?”
“No, Daddy. I don’t.”
“Hmm, I’m not so sure that’s the truth.”
“It’s the truth.” Her voice is smaller now.
I choose another of the pocket-sized toys and turn it on, pleased at the quieter sound this one has. “That’s better. I bet this is the one you take with you.” Sliding it between her spread thighs, I set it against her clit. Then I lift my hand and deliver the punishment I’m craving to give her.
My palm lands on her ass, stinging heat sinking into my hand, letting me know I’ve delivered the same sensation to her. I repeat it on the other side, holding my hand against her for a moment while I enjoy her whimpers.
“Stay still.” I release myself, creating a harsh, fast pace with my hand, alternating from side to side over her ass. I rain down on her until her whimpers turn to cries and she’s bending her knees to get away from my hand and the vibrator I have against her clit.
“Please.” But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
I grip her hip, putting her back in place. When she stays, I know I can continue, but I don’t keep the same pace. I allow the heat from each impact to sink into her skin. And into my chest.
“This is your proof. You’re begging, but you aren’t begging me to stop and your cunt is dripping down your thighs.
” I coat my fingers in her cream after dropping the vibrator and with my stinging hand, I wrap her hair around my fist to pull her up.
“Taste yourself. This is what you want. This is why you allow me to turn you into this quivering mess, to turn you into my pet.”
Placing my fingers in her mouth, I keep them on her tongue and toward the back of her throat until it activates her gag reflex. Her tongue moves over my fingers, but I’ve given her no room to maneuver. Drool gathers at the corners of her mouth, mixed with her own essence.
When her eyes begin to water, I pull my fingers free and push her back down toward the bed, holding her face against the mattress.
I promised her some torture with her own toys, so I pull out the large vibrator despite wanting to shove my cock so far into her she can’t breathe.
I ease the bulbous head into her entrance. “Does this satisfy you when you’re all alone?”
“Daddy,” she whines.
“Answer me.”
“No. It’s not the same.” She’s muffled against the plush comforter on her bed.
“Good,” I growl. I push it all the way in and turn it on, finding the maximum setting and pressing buttons until the entire thing is rotating and vibrating.
The cry she lets out is mixed with agony and pleasure, and I lean back to watch her body take the invasion. When I’m sure she’s going to stay in place, I take a couple steps back and cross my arms, readjusting the vibrator every few minutes when her body convulses enough to push it out.
“Daddy, please.” Her hips sway, searching for release.
“Don’t you dare come.”
“I won’t. Please, I need you.”
And that is what I wanted to hear. Reaching forward, I pull the vibrator from her cunt. Sage cries out, collapsing forward onto the bed.
I toss the vibrator into the small garbage can she has beside the nightstand, and take out all the small pocket ones from the drawer to join it. “Now, you can pack a bag or I’ll pack it for you.”
“What?” She looks over her shoulder, panting and confused. I stare back at her, enough emotions swarming my chest I’m unsure how they appear in my eyes. After holding my gaze for a moment, Sage stands on shaky legs and pulls her panties in place.
Unable to keep the distance, I reach out and brush my thumb over her lips. “Now, pet.” Relief floods through my veins when she moves to her closet and pulls out a bag.
She’s mine.