Chapter 38
Who does this belong to?
Delaney
Iwoke from a deep sleep, dressed in one of Dallas’ many uber-comfy t-shirts, one I had no recollection of ever putting on myself. I touched the pillow beside me to check for any signs of him, a wave of disappointment washing over me when the pillow felt cold to the touch.
I looked around the room, my eyes meeting the heavy curtains still drawn to keep our late-night activities hidden from view.
Next to a small table near the bed, I noticed a fresh set of clothes already laid out for me.
Remembering I had fallen asleep with Dallas’ sweet climax all over me, I quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom to shower off his juices.
After stripping off his oversized shirt, I wasn’t surprised to find I had been thoroughly cleaned of any evidence of him. He was so sweet to always care for me in that way, but It was a whole new level to do it for me while I resting.
I turned on the water, adjusting it to the temperature I needed, standing back letting the steam fill the room as I replayed last night in my mind.
Remembering all the ways he touched me, kissed me, felt me.
Getting lost in the memory of us, I smiled to myself and ran my hands across my stomach.
Closing my eyes, I tried to pretend it was him holding me again in the same endearing way he did just hours ago.
My fingers traced my navel leaving trails of goosebumps on my skin as I instinctively reached down between my legs with the thought of pleasuring myself. Before I could convince my mind otherwise, a sudden and warm presence was pressed against my back.
“Delaney, did I give you permission to touch what belongs to me?” Dallas growled into my ear.
My breath hitched in surprise as I shook my head. “Use your words.” He taunted.
“No, Daddy,” I responded nervously.
“Did I not give you enough? Do you need more of me?” He cupped my mound in one hand as he spoke.
“No…Yes…I was just…” my voice trailed off trying to get past the anxiety that was building with this intense version of Dallas that stood behind me.
The room was completely engulfed in steam. I couldn’t even see right in front of me.
“I should bend you over that sink and fuck you hard for even thinking about touching what doesn’t belong to you.” He snarled through gritted teeth.
I bit my lip at the idea of having his cock buried inside of my already weeping pussy. I clenched my knees together while trying to feign disdain to his threats as my body undeniably longed for it.
“Is that what you want? Does Daddy’s little slut want me to bend her over and taken?” His words escaped his lips heavy with lust.
I turned in his hold, bringing myself face to face with him and the mask I expected.
My eyes down at his chest, I looked up through my lashes and whispered, “Yes Daddy,” the words rolling off my tongue coyly.
The breath he released was one of pure uncontrollable need, I recoiled anxiously anticipating what was to come.
His hands firmly gripped my arms, one on either side once he turned me to press himself against my back once again. With a little nudge he guided me toward the marble sink.
“Right here, lean over the sink,” he rasped as he fumbled with his belt. His hand firmly placed on my lower back pressing me down against the cold counter top. I laid flat, my breasts and stomach flush with the cool structure, coincidentally at the perfect angle for my body.
His pants fell to his ankles and I jumped when the buckle collided with the tile.
“That’s right, brat, you should be nervous. I’m about to make you watch as I fuck this dripping wet pussy.” He reached down and pressed two fingers into my moist center.
“Spread your legs for me. Don’t you dare try to hide from me. You know better than that.” His words were strained. I parted my legs but only a little bit, intentionally disobeying his orders, I let out a giggle when he huffed at my antics.
He impatiently used his foot to push apart each of my ankles, aggressively spreading my legs open wider.
“Do what you’re told, you little brat,” he spanked my bare ass as a warning with the palm
Of his hand, heat pooling with the impact.
His hand gripped my nape, as he laced his fingers through my hair, pulling hard and forcing my head back, bringing me face to face with the mirror. The steam already distorted the view through the glass reflection but from what I could see it was hot as hell.
“Eyes on me, Delaney, watch me watch you take this cock like the good little slut you are.” He growled as my eyes found him in the fogged up mirror.
He aligned himself at my entrance and pushed into me with so much force that the impact shoved me forward, my face only centimeters from colliding with the mirror. He railed into me hard and without mercy.
He pulled tighter on my hair, raising me from the countertop and pressed my back against his chest as he continued to thrust hard into me over and over again. Slipping in and out with ease now that I was soaked and dripping down my thighs.
My pussy pulsed with pleasure, welcoming the sting from the stretch. With his arm firmly draped over my chest he held me in place as he fucked me relentlessly.
My lips parted as sounds I didn’t know I could even make escaped them. The mischievous chuckle he released into my ear was dark and knowing.
“Are you going to touch this perfect little pussy without my permission again?” His hand dropped to grip me, cupping my intimate area with his tattooed hand controllingly.
When I didn’t answer right away, his grip got tighter.
“No, Daddy, I won’t.” I nearly shouted through my moans. I was dangerously close to finishing. My body tensed and my legs began to tremble.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he demanded.
“You, Daddy.” I quickly spit out, chasing my orgasm.
“That’s right, Delaney. This…” he squeezed his hand again where it remained cupped over my mound, “This belongs to me, and will always be mine.” He said each word through gritted teeth as if he were fighting against himself.
One more push and I was tumbling into an intense orgasm as my pussy spasmed and dripped all over his cock. I felt satiated as he filled me with cum when he found his own release, so much that it spilled onto the tiled floor.
His head rested on my shoulder. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to escape from my chest.
A few minutes of silence passed as he held me tightly in his grip, my naked body pressed firmly against his chest. He was staring into the mirror where my exposed body was on display.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He whispered, then released me from his hold.
My face was heated at his genuine and candid compliment, his thumb caressing my shoulder where it rested.
As if he had come out of a day dream, he took a long, deep breath in.
“You shower and get dressed, we will be heading back to the city within the hour,” his words echoed as he walked out of the bathroom, his voice was cold and suddenly absent of emotion.