9. Viper
Viper
M y handprints are bright red on her pale skin, and my cock is so fucking hard, I could hammer nails with it. She’s taking her punishment like I knew she would, but I know she’s struggling.
“Fifteen,” she grits out, her body trembling slightly.
I pause, admiring my handiwork. Her arse is a beautiful shade of red. I run my fingers gently over her heated flesh, and she shivers under my touch.
“You’re doing so well, beautiful,” I murmur, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Just five more.”
She takes a calming breath and nods, ready for me to continue. I raise my hand and bring it down hard. She cries out. “Sixteen,” she gasps, her voice wavering slightly.
I know then, she’s had enough. Even though she will never admit it, she entrusted me to know her limits.
I won’t break that trust. I stroke her gently.
She tenses, waiting for the next spank. Instead, I slip my fingers between her legs and stifle my groan.
She is soaking wet. I press another soft kiss to her shoulder.
“You did so well, Venetia, such a good girl for Daddy. Daddy knows when you’ve had enough. ”
She lets out a shaky breath that covers up the whimper and moves her shoulders.
With my free hand, I reach up and untie Blake’s tie.
She sighs with relief as I let the tie drop to the floor.
I straighten up and take my hand away from where we both want it to be.
She makes a noise of protest that makes me smile for a split second before she turns over and faces me.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are bright green with need and lust. “Bastard,” she hisses. “Don’t stop touching me.”
“Patience,” I murmur. “Believe me when I say I’m just getting started.” We both want this, but not until I make sure that we have laid the groundwork for our entire relationship moving forward from here.
I lean closer, reaching out to cup her cheek. Her eyes never leave mine. “We do this my way, wildcat. You don’t rush me. You don’t make demands. You take what I give you, when I choose to give it. And right now,” I murmur, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb, “I choose to make you wait.”
Her eyes flash with frustration and desire. She’s not used to being told no, but she needs to learn. This isn’t just about sex; it’s about trust, about giving up control. I want her to need me as much as she needs her next breath.
“What do you want from me?” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.
“Everything,” I reply honestly. “I want your surrender. I want you to trust me completely.”
She takes a deep breath, her eyes searching mine. “I do trust you, Viper.”
Her words stir something deep inside me—a fierce protectiveness, and primal need, urging me to mark her more deeply than anyone has ever before. She is strong and independent.
I see the struggle in her eyes, the battle between her instinct to fight for control and her desire to surrender to me.
She’s a fighter, a survivor, but this is different.
This is a choice to trust, to let go, to give me the power to take care of her, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let her down on that.
I lean in, pressing my forehead against hers. “You’re mine, Venetia,” I murmur, my voice low and possessive. “Mine to protect, mine to cherish, and mine to fuck. You give me that control, and I promise you, you’ll never regret it.”
She takes a shaky breath, her eyes never leaving mine. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice steady and sure. “I’m yours.”
A growl rumbles deep in my chest at her words.
I capture her mouth with a fierce kiss, claiming her, sealing her promise.
Her lips part, inviting me in, and I take advantage, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner.
She kisses me back just as fiercely, her hands gripping my shoulders as if she can’t get close enough.
I pull back slightly, panting for breath. My control is hanging by a thread. I want to bury myself in her right now. But first, she has one final test to prove she has given up control completely.
I drop to my knees in front of her. Locking gazes with her, I reach out slowly and press my fingers lightly to her breast. Her breath catches, and she tries to push my hand away when she realises what I’m going to do.
“Viper,” she whispers, shaking her head.
“I need to know what I’m doing,” I murmur. “You need to let me do this, so I know.”
“Fuck, Viper.” Tears prick her eyes. Her hand is still on mine, but the resistance gives.
“Please, Venetia.”
The tears roll silently down her cheeks, but she nods stiffly. Her back is ramrod straight, her breath held as I move my fingers around her breasts, doing a lump check, knowing that she needs someone to take the burden off her. Or at least to share it. To have a second opinion before she spirals.
My fingers move with a gentleness I didn’t know I possessed.
I work methodically, my touch firm but careful, pressing into the soft flesh of her breast. She’s rigid under my hands, a statue carved from fear, her silent tears show me the terror she keeps locked away.
Every beat of my heart thumps with the weight of this moment.
This isn’t about lust. This is about claiming her pain, her fear, and making it mine to carry too.
I finish the left breast and move to the right, my gaze never leaving her face. She’s watching me, her eyes wide and vulnerable, trusting me with the deepest, most fragile part of herself. I feel for anything out of place, my breath caught in my throat. The seconds stretch into an eternity.
Then, it’s over, and I drop my hands to her lap.
“The more I do this, Venetia, the easier it will become. The more I know how you feel, the easier it will be to spot something. Do you understand that this isn’t your burden anymore, but ours?”
A sob breaks from her, and she collapses against me, burying her face in my chest as her legs wrap around me. I hold her tight, my promise unspoken but absolute. I’ve got her. No matter what comes for us, I will always have her.
Her mood changes like a switch flicking. She shoves me away from her, her eyes flashing. “If you don’t fuck me now, Daddy , I’m walking, and you will never know what it’s like to have your dick in my cunt.”
A low growl tears from my throat, a sound of pure, possessive fury. Her fire, her defiance, it’s the most potent fucking aphrodisiac I’ve ever known. I grab her, my hands sinking into the soft flesh of her hips, and lift her off the bed, before slamming her down onto the middle.
“You don’t make demands of me,” I snarl, climbing over her, caging her body with mine. “You don’t give me ultimatums. You gave that right up when you got on your fucking knees for me.”
Her eyes are wide, wild, a storm of lust and challenge. “Then what do I do?” she pants.
“You fucking beg,” I rasp, grabbing her thighs and wrenching them apart. I place my fingers on her clit, but I don’t apply any pressure or even move them. I let her feel the promise. “Beg me to fill you up. Beg me to make you scream. Beg me to ruin you for any other man.”
Her back arches, her nails digging into the sheets. “Please,” she sobs, the word breaking from her. “Daddy, please, fuck me. Please.”
Smiling in triumph, I back off from her and slowly start to get undressed, while she hisses profanities at me.
I take my fucking time, peeling off my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers.
Every curse she throws at me, shows me how badly she needs this.
Her body is a masterpiece of flushed skin and desperate want, her legs still spread wide on Blake’s pristine white bedding, an invitation I’m going to savour before I accept.
When I’m naked, her gaze devours me, roaming over my chest, down to my cock, which is twitching with the need to be buried inside her.
“Is this what you want, wildcat?” I ask, my voice a low rumble.
She just whimpers, a pathetic, beautiful sound.
I climb onto the bed, straddling her. Her hands come up to grip my hips, her nails viciously digging into my skin. I let her. I lean down, my mouth hovering just inches from hers. “Say it again,” I command. “Beg Daddy to make you his.”
“Please,” she chokes out, her hips bucking against me. “Daddy, please, make me yours.”
That’s all I need to hear. Scooting back, I grab her ankles, dragging her down the bed and pulling her legs up to rest on my shoulders, opening her up to me completely.
I press the head of my cock against her wet cunt, teasing her, making her wait just a second longer.
She cries out, a sound of pure, unadulterated need.
With a final growl, I thrust into her, sinking deep, filling her in one stroke. Her cunt clenches around me, hot and tight, and a guttural roar rips from my throat.
I hold myself still inside her, letting her body adjust to the sheer size of me. Her face is a perfect picture of ecstasy, her eyes wide, glassy with unshed tears of pleasure. My name falls from her lips like a prayer and a curse.
“Look at me,” I command, and her gaze locks with mine. “You feel that? That’s me. Inside you. Where I fucking belong.”
I set a slow, punishing rhythm. I pull back until just the head of my cock is inside her, then slam back in, burying myself to the hilt.
A broken sob escapes her lips. Her nails are fucking claws on my forearms, but I don’t feel the pain, even when she breaks my skin.
All I feel is her, tight and wet and mine.
“Whose cunt is this?” I growl.
“Yours,” she chokes out, her hips rising to meet my every thrust. “It’s yours, Daddy.”
Her surrender is the most potent drug. I fuck her harder, faster, driving her towards the edge. Her body convulses, her cunt clamping down tight. She’s close. So fucking close.
I lean forward, forcing her legs back. I grab her ankles and lift them from my shoulders, straight up, before I open her even wider.
My grip is probably bruising her as I pound into her, and the thought sends a bolt of lust straight to my already rock-hard cock.
I stifle a grunt as my balls tighten, ready to burst, but I hold on.
The thought of seeing her with anklets made from my hands is a potent one, and I tighten my grip even more.
She lets out a gasp of pain. My grip doesn’t falter.
I want her to feel me, to feel my possession branded on her skin.
The red marks my hands will leave on her ankles are a promise.
A warning to anyone else who looks at her.
“You’re taking Daddy’s cock like such a good fucking girl.”
“More,” she cries out. “Harder.”
I groan and let go of her ankles. Her legs drop to the bed, and I brace myself over her, my hands on either side of her head.
I draw back and ram my cock inside her, making her scream.
She has drenched me, but it’s not enough.
I rail her so hard, she moves up the bed, until her head is nearly touching the headboard.
I slam my hand on it to stop our progress as I fuck her into the mattress, into Blake’s fucking bed, until she’s nothing but a screaming, writhing mess beneath me.
Her orgasm hits her like a lightning strike, a raw, keening wail tearing from her throat as her cunt clenches around me in violent, exquisite spasms.
The sight, the sound, the feel of her coming shatters the last of my control.
It’s the final push I need. With a guttural roar that’s more beast than man, I empty myself into her, my cum flooding her cunt, hot and thick.
I pump into her again and again, wanting to mark her completely, to leave no doubt that she is mine.
Every muscle in my body locks up as I ride out the wave, my vision going white at the edges.
I roll off her, pulling her with me so she’s half-draped across my chest. Her head rests in the crook of my shoulder, her body limp and sated. I run my hand down her back, over the curve of her arse, still red and warm from my hand.
“Mine,” I breathe into her hair, the word a promise, a vow. This is more than just a fuck. This is a claiming, and now that I’ve had her, tasted her surrender, I’m never letting her go. She belongs to me, to us, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her away.