6. Dusty #2
His footsteps close the distance between us, each one deliberate and measured. My breath hitches as those slate-gray eyes lock onto mine, holding me captive.
Then his mouth claims mine, possessive and demanding. I melt into him, the taste of mint and dominance flooding my senses.
"Gorgeous." The word rumbles against my lips before he spins me, my back crashing against his broad chest. His arms band around my waist in a bear hug that steals my oxygen. "Absolutely fucking gorgeous, little girl."
His beard scrapes my throat as he trails kisses down my neck, each one branding my skin. My head falls back against his shoulder, surrendering completely.
"Got something for you." His voice drops lower, rougher. "Close your eyes."
I obey.
Cool metal settles against my collarbone, the weight substantial and foreign. His fingers work the clasp at my nape, brushing the sensitive skin there.
"Open."
The mirror reflects delicate platinum links supporting a small pendant—a wolf, its profile caught mid-howl. Elegant. Expensive. Unmistakably his.
"Now everyone knows exactly who you belong to."
My fingers trace the wolf, warmth blooming in my chest. "Daddy..."
His fingers find the hem of my sweater, lifting slowly. The cashmere whispers against my skin as he peels it away, exposing the lace bra Vivian insisted cost more than most people's rent.
"Beautiful wrapping." His breath warms my shoulder. "But I want what's inside."
The bra clasp releases with practiced ease. Cool air kisses my breasts before his palms replace it, cupping their weight. Milk beads at my nipples, and he groans low in his throat.
"Always so responsive for daddy."
My trousers slide down next, pooling at my ankles. He kneels, helping me step free, his massive frame somehow reverent as he removes each article of clothing like unwrapping something precious. The matching lace panties follow, leaving me bare except for the platinum wolf resting against my throat.
"Perfect." He stands, drinking in every inch. "But I have another surprise for you, little girl."
His mouth captures mine, demanding and possessive. I taste mint and dark promise as his tongue claims every secret corner. My fingers fumble with his tie, desperate to feel his skin, but he catches my wrists.
"Let me."
He strips with efficient movements—tie, shirt, belt, trousers. Each piece reveals more sun-bronzed muscle, that jagged scar across his shoulder, the wolf tattoo prowling his forearm. When he's finally naked, his arousal juts thick and ready between us.
"Come here." He kisses me again, deeper this time, walking me backward toward the massive bed.
My calves hit the mattress. He lowers me onto silk sheets that feel cool against my overheated skin, following me down. His weight covers me briefly before he pulls back, leaving me breathless and aching.
"Stay right there."
He disappears into his walk-in closet. Drawers open, close. My pulse hammers in my ears as anticipation coils tight in my belly.
When he returns, black silk ties dangle from his fingers.
"Arms up, baby."
I raise them without hesitation, watching as he wraps the soft material around my left wrist. He secures it to the bedpost—firm but not cutting.
My right wrist follows, stretched wide. Vulnerability floods through me as he moves to my ankles, spreading my legs and binding each to the bottom corners.
"So pretty like this." His palm skims up my inner thigh. "All laid out for daddy."
I tug experimentally at the restraints. They hold fast, leaving me open and exposed under his hungry gaze.
He reaches for something on the nightstand—a silicone ring shaped like rose petals, pink and delicate with a small attachment at the base. My eyes widen as I realize what it is.
"Know what this does?" He strokes himself once, twice, then slides the ring down his thick length. It sits snug at the base, the rose-shaped sucker attachment positioned perfectly against his shaft. "This little toy is going to massage your clit while I'm buried deep inside you."
Heat floods my core, milk leaking from my breasts in response.
"Daddy..."
"First things first." His voice drops to gravel as he lowers himself over me, that powerful frame blocking out everything except him.
His mouth finds my throat first, teeth grazing the delicate skin before his tongue soothes the sting. He works lower, kissing a path between my collarbones, pausing to trace the platinum wolf with his lips like he's claiming both the jewelry and the flesh beneath it.
"Mine." The word vibrates against my sternum. "Every fucking inch."
He trails kisses across my ribcage, his beard scratching sensitive skin until I'm squirming against the restraints. His massive hands span my waist, thumbs stroking circles that make my belly quiver.
Lower still. His mouth worships my hip bones, the curve of my stomach, that vulnerable spot where thigh meets pelvis. Each kiss brands me, marks me as his possession.
Then he reverses course, dragging that sinful mouth back up my torso with agonizing slowness. My back arches off the mattress, desperate for more contact, but the ties keep me spread and helpless.
"Please." The word tears from my throat.
"Patience, little girl."
His breath ghosts across my right breast, and milk beads immediately at the peaked nipple. He groans, that deep rumble of masculine satisfaction that makes my pussy clench with need.
"Fuck, look at you." His slate-gray eyes lock onto mine as he cups my breast, lifting it toward his mouth. "So full. So perfect."
The first pull of his lips steals my breath. Hot suction, wet tongue, the scratch of his beard—sensation overwhelms me as he drinks deep. His throat works with each swallow, Adam's apple bobbing as he takes what my body offers.
"Daddy!" My hips buck uselessly, seeking friction that isn't there.
He releases my nipple with a wet pop, milk glistening on his lips and caught in his beard. "Taste like heaven, baby. Pure fucking sweetness."
His left hand finds my other breast, kneading the soft flesh. Milk streams from the neglected nipple, running down my ribcage in warm rivulets. He catches the flow with his mouth, latching on and sucking harder this time.
The dual sensation—his mouth working one breast while his fingers massage the other—sends lightning straight to my core. My pussy weeps, empty and aching, clenching around nothing.
He switches sides, giving my right breast the same thorough attention. His tongue circles my areola before flicking the sensitive peak. Teeth graze lightly, just enough pressure to make me gasp. Then he seals his lips around me and pulls deep, drawing out milk in steady streams.
"So much." He lifts his head, eyes glazed with hunger as milk drips from his chin. "Your body knows exactly what daddy needs."
His fingers find my left nipple, pinching and rolling until more milk leaks out. He bends to lap it up, tongue broad and flat against my skin, catching every precious drop.
"Christ, I can't get enough." He buries his face between my breasts, motor-boating the soft flesh while his hands knead and squeeze. "Could live off these tits."
Pressure builds in my chest, that familiar fullness demanding release. He seems to sense it, returning his mouth to my right breast and sucking with renewed intensity. The relief mingles with pleasure, each pull of his lips sending sparks through my nerve endings.
My bound wrists strain against the silk ties as I arch into him, offering everything.
His mouth finally releases my nipple with a wet pop, milk glistening on his lips and beard. But before I can catch my breath, a soft buzzing fills the air.
My eyes widen as the rose-shaped attachment on his cock ring comes to life, vibrating against his thick shaft.
"Feel that?" His voice roughens as he positions himself between my spread thighs. "We're both going to feel this, baby."
He doesn't push inside. Instead, he slides his cock between my slick folds, the vibrating rose pressing directly against my clit. The sensation tears a cry from my throat.
"Fuck!" My hips jerk against the restraints, seeking more pressure, more friction, anything.
His jaw clenches, that muscle jumping beneath his beard as he rocks against me. The vibrations travel through his entire length, stimulating him while that silicone rose buzzes mercilessly against my sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Jesus Christ." His slate-gray eyes squeeze shut for a heartbeat before snapping open, pupils blown wide with lust. "Can feel it all the way through my cock."
He slides up and down my pussy, coating his thick shaft in my arousal. The rose attachment drags across my clit with each stroke, vibrating at a frequency that makes my thighs quake. His breathing grows ragged, chest heaving as the toy works its magic on both of us.
"Daddy, please!" I'm soaking wet now, my juices mixing with the milk that's leaked down my torso. "Need you inside?—"
"Not yet." His fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady as he grinds against me. Sweat beads on his forehead, trickling down his temple. "Want you desperate for it. Want this pretty pussy begging."
The buzzing intensifies as he adjusts the setting. My back arches off the mattress, pulling the silk restraints taut. The combination of vibration and his thick cock sliding through my folds drives me toward the edge with brutal efficiency.