Chapter 22
Jameson
Natasha is chatty on the way home. She tells me about everyone she met and the things she saw and learned. I’m relieved things went well. She was so nervous at first that I was afraid she might want to turn around and leave, which I would have done in a heartbeat if she’d been uncomfortable.
I’ll push Natasha to try new things and expand her experiences. I’ll spend the rest of my life encouraging her to let me test her limits and draw new lines in the sand, but I will never do anything that truly makes her ill at ease. If she’s not squirming, we’ll stop.
When we reach the house, for the first time in over a month, I pull around and park in the garage. No reason to continue the ruse of dropping her off at the front. She’s seen the car now.
I turn off the engine, round the SUV, and let her out of her side.
She chuckles as we pass the sedan ranked number one in every safety report I found. “Are you ever going to let me drive it?”
“Mmm. Not sure. We’ll see.”
“Why did you buy it then?”
I take her hand and lead her through the back door into the house. As we step into the quiet kitchen, I help her out of her coat. “You’d only been here three days when I bought it, Little one. I had no claim on you then. All I could do was buy you the safest car on the market and hold my breath if you ever got in it.”
“You were that worried about me even then?”
“I was already pacing my suite at night in a panic, yes.” I won’t lie to her. She needs to know how fucking fast I knew I wanted her and how deeply she affected me.
She gasps as I drape her coat over the back of a chair and do the same with mine. When I turn around, I grab her around the waist, lift her off the floor, and sit her sweet ass on the island.
I part her legs, press my body between them, and crowd her with my hands on her back. “In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m the strictest, firmest, most controlling Daddy I’ve ever met. I’m going to consume you. I can’t help myself. You bring it out in me. I never imagined dominating anyone the way I do you.”
“Lucy’s Daddy is kind of like that. She told me how they met. He got her fired, pretended to hire her as his assistant, moved her into his house, and took over her life without telling her what his intentions were.”
I nod. “I’ve heard that story. Master Roman is definitely a demanding Dominant, and he adores Lucy. But I’m warning you—I’m going to make Master Roman look vanilla.” I lift a brow. I’ve told her this a few times, but I want to make sure she’s clear before we go upstairs because I’m going to strip her, tease her little body, make her scream, and fuck her into tomorrow.
She shivers, but her legs tighten around my hips. Her hands come to my shoulders, and she plays with my collar. “Okay,” she whispers.
“Most of the time, you’re going to love it. You’re going to thrive under my total dominance. You crave it. You like it when I tell you what to do at all times because it takes the burden off your shoulders. You’ve been taking care of yourself for a long time. You will have no decisions. You will eat when I tell you, sleep when I tell you, study when I tell you, and spread your pretty legs when I tell you.”
She sucks in a breath and holds it as she shifts her weight back and forth. I can practically smell her arousal.
“You’re a good girl, so I know you will obey Daddy and do what I say most of the time, but sometimes you will make a mistake and break my rules. Sometimes, you will do so on purpose. Other times, you will do so inadvertently. I will discipline you harshly. I will spank you until you cry because you will need it. I will stand you naked in the corner because you like it when I embarrass you. I will withhold orgasms until you earn them.”
This makes her gasp. Her pretty eyes go wide.
I smile. “You know what it feels like to be pushed to the edge of release and denied. I’ve already shown you. I will do that every time you need it.”
Her mouth falls open. “When I need it?”
“Yes, Little one. Sometimes, you will spread yourself open and let me watch you finger your tight little pussy without getting any release because it pleases me to watch you squirm. And you know what? You like to please me.”
She swallows, knowing I’m right.
“I will control you when you’re not even with me. I will text you like the most overbearing boyfriend on Earth. I will tell you to do things you never dreamed of doing. I will make you squirm. I will enjoy seeing your cheeks flushed. I will devour you. Because, Natasha, it’s what you and I want. We fit together, no matter how fucked up it might look to other people.”
She leans into me. If she had any doubts, she would lean back, but my girl comes closer.
I need to say one more important thing. “Sometimes, I will overwhelm you, and you need to be able to tell me to back the fuck off and give you space when that happens.”
She stares into my eyes. Her brows lift. She’s surprised.
I nod. “You need a safeword. A word you can say when you need me to ease back so you can breathe.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Think of a word you wouldn’t ordinarily use.”
She bites her pretty bottom lip while she thinks. Finally, she smiles. “Dragon tail.”
I chuckle. “Did you research floggers and whips, Little one?”
She shudders. “Yes, and don’t ever come near me with one of those.”
“Okay, done. Dragon tail it is. You’ll never be in trouble if you use it. I will back off so you can regroup for as long as you need. I might want to hold or comfort you, depending on the circumstances, but I’ll stop whatever I’m doing to dominate you.”
She gives me a slow smile. “I love you, Daddy.”
I growl, grip her ass cheeks, and kiss her. Hard. I force her to let me in and suck her tongue before I consume her with the most demanding kiss. When she whimpers, I swallow her mewls. When she tries to pull back, I cup the back of her head and hold her in place until she relents and gives herself over to me.
I release her lips when I’m ready, not when she’s ready. And she likes it. She’s panting, and she has scooted forward on the counter so that her pussy is grinding against my cock.
I continue kissing her, nibbling a path to her ear before I say, “I love you, Natasha. Are you mine?”
“I’m yours, Daddy.”
I grip her bottom, pressing her even harder against my cock.
“It’s after midnight, Daddy.”
I growl into her ear as I scoop her off the counter and turn around.
She wraps her legs around me and holds on to my neck while I climb the stairs. I don’t stop at her bedroom. I pass it up and go straight to mine. She’s never been in my suite. I’ve never invited her in. I don’t think I could have slept in here for the past month if her scent had filled the space or I’d had the visual of her standing near my bed.
I kick the door closed and reach behind with one hand to lock it. No one would ever come in, but it makes me feel better, and I know it will ease Natasha’s nerves.
After carrying her to my bed, I lower her onto her back. I don’t say a word as I remove her boots and socks before quickly stripping off the rest of her clothes.
I waste no time. I don’t need a slow reveal. I saw her naked last night and this morning. I need to feast on her. The last two items I remove are her training bra and her panties. I drop everything to the floor. “Arms above your head, Little one. Bend your knees. Spread them wide open so I can look at you.”
Goosebumps cover her skin. She’s panting and shivering, even though it’s not cold in here.
I stare at her, letting my gaze roam all over her hot little body. My possessive instincts are doubling. She’s so fucking perfect and so fucking mine. I have to slow the fuck down. I need to make this so good for her. In an hour, I want her to know she’s made the right decision. In four hours, I want her clinging to me, wrapping her tight body around mine as we sleep in my bed. I want her juices and sweat all over my sheets.
I want my come running out of her. Fuck … I forgot about birth control. The last thing I want right now is a condom on my dick.
I groan and run a hand through my hair.
“What’s wrong?” She lifts onto her elbows.
“We haven’t talked about birth control. I’m going to have to break out the condoms.”
She tips her head to the side and gives me a slow grin as she rises onto her elbows. “I’m covered.”
My eyes bug out. “How is that possible?”
“I went to the campus clinic between classes one day. I’m certain you have a tracker on my phone and watch my every move, but you must not have started that until a few weeks after I moved in.”
I want to kiss her. And I will. But right now, I chuckle. “You’re right. I’m so fucking controlling that I watch your every move. You’re also right that I didn’t stalk you so totally until recently. I’m glad you went to the clinic. I haven’t been with a woman in two years, Natasha. Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
Thank fuck.
I start unbuttoning my shirt while I stare at her again. “Lie back, naughty girl. Arms high. I like looking at your tits.”
Doing as she’s told, I’m pretty sure she intentionally makes them bounce.
I shrug out of my shirt and then go for my pants while I kick off my shoes. I leave my boxer briefs until last, watching her face as I ease them down.
Her eyes are wide, and she licks her lips.
I drop my hands onto the bed, leaning forward, letting her look at me.
When she digs her heels in to scoot back, I grab her ankles, drag her closer to the edge of the bed, and drop my mouth onto her pussy. As I latch onto her clit, she cries out.
I’m relentless, as I am in all things. I want her to come in my mouth. I grip her inner thighs, hold her down, and thrust my tongue into her cunt. She fucking tastes like heaven. Sweet and salty and Natasha.
I suckle her clit and flick it with my tongue while she tries to wiggle free. Her arms have come to my head. She pushes against me, gasping, “Daddy.”
I hold her tighter, undaunted by her attempts to dissuade me. She’s too small. She can’t push me away. Besides, she’s moaning and writhing now, arching her chest and grinding her cunt against me.
Fuck, I’ll never tire of eating her pussy. I’m intoxicated by her taste and scent. I rub my nose against her bare skin and suck harder.
She screams when she comes; it’s the best sound in the world. I’m so pleased to find out she’s noisy in bed. I don’t want her to hold back with me. I want her to be loud and expressive.
I lick her through the waves of her release, not lifting my mouth off her until she shudders from overstimulation. As I wipe my mouth on the sheet, I look at her.
She’s staring at the ceiling, panting, sated, grinning. Sex-drunk.
I climb over her precious body, pulling her to the middle of the bed as I go. Straddling her, I take her lips again, forcing her flavor on her.
She moans into my mouth, not the least bit bothered by the fact that her come is on my tongue. She’s so fucking amazing.
The next time I lift up so we can breathe, she says, “That’s not going to fit.”
I chuckle. “It is going to fit, Little one. It’s also going to fit in your bottom one day. And your mouth. Sometimes, it will fit in your pussy while I fill your bottom with a dildo the same size as my cock. Sometimes, I will fill your pussy with a thick vibrator while my cock takes your bottom.”
Her breath hitches.
I slide a hand closer to her face to stroke her cheek. “You want that, don’t you, Little one? You want Daddy to take you, fill you, make you scream.”
She nods.
“It’s going to hurt the first time. It will be tight. You’ll keep your eyes on mine the entire time and do what Daddy says.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
“My good, obedient Little girl.” I stroke her cheek. “The pain won’t last long. When it subsides, you will go wild, bucking under me.”
She swallows. She doesn’t believe me. She’ll see.
“I’m going to kneel between your legs first and examine your cunt with my fingers, stretching you out. I need to know how tight it will be.”
Her breathing is ragged.
I rise up, spread her thighs wider with my knees, and sit back on my heels. My cock bobs between us, begging for relief.
I part her pretty folds and stroke through the copious wetness before easing a finger into her.
Fuck, she’s tight, but I don’t hit a barrier that would make the pain worse. She’ll be able to take me. I add a second finger and scissor them inside her.
I grit my teeth because she is so damn perfect. When I thumb her clit, she whimpers and lifts her hips off the bed. When I drag a finger over her puckered hole, she clenches her butt cheeks and shakes her head.
“Don’t say no to Daddy, Little one. I’m not going to take your bottom tonight, I promise, but you will not say no to Daddy. If you truly need Daddy to stop something, what do you say?”
“Dragon tail…”
“That’s right. What do you think will happen if you tell me no?” I continue teasing her rosette.
“You’ll spank me,” she murmurs.
“That’s right. I’ll lean you over my lap, lift your dress, drag your panties down, and spank you so hard and so fast you won’t have time to breathe, let alone protest.”
Her cheeks flush.
I press harder against her tight, puckered hole. “This bottom is mine. This cunt is mine. Every inch of you, inside and out, is mine. I’ll decide what you can handle and what you need. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says without hesitation. She doesn’t even look away. She’s giving herself to me. Submitting so beautifully.
I’m going to come before I’m inside her.
When I add a third finger, her eyes roll back. She lifts her hips, pleading for more.
“Let me make you feel good, Natasha. Be Daddy’s good girl. Come on my fingers, and then I’ll thrust into you.”
“I can’t…” she whines.
“You can, Little one. You can and you will.” I increase the pace, pumping in and out of her cunt until she’s fisting the sheets by her sides, writhing hard, arching her chest, and lifting her ass to get more purchase.
I give it to her, watching for the exact moment when I know she won’t be able to stop herself. When I see it, I order, “Come, Natasha.”
She screams again as she pumps my fingers with her cunt, milking them, drawing them in tighter.
Before the pulsing is over, I jerk my fingers out, line my cock up with her entrance, and thrust all the way to the hilt.
Holy fucking shit. I can’t breathe. I’m finally inside my girl, and I can’t move. If I do, I’ll come. She’s choking my cock with her tight cunt.
Without moving, I search her face, cupping her head.
She’s not wincing. In fact, she’s trying to lift her hips to grind against me.
“Are you okay, Little one?”
“So good… Please, Daddy. Please, fuck me.”
I give a slight chuckle. “You only get a pass on using that naughty word when I’m buried inside you, understand?”
“Yes, Sir, but stop talking and fuck me.” She arches her hips and then her chest until she’s contorted in a desperate back bend.
I grit my teeth as I ease out until just the tip is inside her. “More?”
“Daddy!”
I’m trying to distract myself. My naughty Little girl is so greedy. I thrust back in, watching her face.
Her eyes roll back, and she lets out a primal, satisfied moan.
When she slides her hands up my back, I grab them and pin them above her head, making her arch again.
Her breasts are so fucking perfect, and I can’t keep fucking her without coming, so I lower my head and suck a nipple.
“Oh, God…”
That’s what I want to hear. I suckle that one for a minute and then switch to the other, teasing it the same way until she’s begging again. Her entire body is squirming under me as she tries to get me to move.
Her pussy is soaked, dripping around my cock. I can’t hold back any longer. I pull out and drive back in, pounding harder than I mean to, but fuck, she’s greedy and making that noise again. She’s bucking with me, trying to get more.
I hold her down, watch her face, and fuck her harder.
She wraps her legs around me and lifts her hips. My girl is insatiable.
“I’m going to come, Natasha,” I mumble.
“I thought that was the idea,” she sasses.
I grin as I let myself go, thrusting in deep one last time as my cock empties copious amounts of my seed into her tight channel. It’s breathtaking. I’m the luckiest asshole alive.
I’m gasping for breath as I let myself relax, hovering over her, still supporting most of my body with my elbows. But I’m shaking from the earthshattering ejaculation.
“You said it would hurt,” she murmurs.
I chuckle. God, I love her. “I think your adrenaline was pumping so hard you didn’t notice. You’ll be sore tomorrow.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re not going to use that line to avoid fucking me again tomorrow, are you?”
I lift a brow. “Careful, naughty girl. You’re outside the gray zone with regard to using such dirty language. I don’t want to hear naughty words from my Little girl’s mouth unless I’m actively fucking her. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, saccharine sweetness running out of her mouth with the words.
“Sassy girl…”
“You love it when I’m sassy.”
“You’re going to have to decide how often you love having your bottom spanked.”
She shrugs as if she’s bored. Cheeky Little girl. “Lucy says most Littles live for getting spanked. You didn’t tell me that.”
I kiss her briefly and ease out of her pussy. “Lucy is right.” I slide off the edge of the bed and kiss her tummy. “Don’t move an inch.”
She smiles at me, her lids drooping. She’s so gorgeous, all sated and heavy-limbed.
I hurry to the bathroom, clean myself up, and return with a warm, wet cloth.
Natasha hasn’t moved. “Good girl.” She’s sprawled out in the middle of my bed— our bed—legs splayed obscenely wide, our combined come coating the inside of her thighs and sliding out of her sweet cunt.
I set the cloth aside for a minute and trail my fingers down her inner thighs.
“What are you thinking, Daddy?”
“I’m thinking incredibly filthy things.”
She giggles. “Tell me.”
“I want to roll you onto your side, spoon you from behind, and trap you with my arms and my legs.”
“That doesn’t sound filthy.”
“It is if I leave my come running out of your precious cunt because I have this primal urge to leave you marked with my essence. Make you sleep all night with my come dripping out of you.”
“Mmm. That is pretty filthy. You’re right.” She smiles. “It’s kind of hot, though. I love it when you make me do dirty things.”
I growl as I grab the washcloth and clean my Little girl up. “Maybe some other day, but I want you to be comfortable tonight. I want you to sleep hard in my arms. I’ve waited weeks for this.”
She doesn’t argue with me or try to close her legs while I gently wipe away most of the evidence of our lovemaking. My girl’s inhibitions are lowered, letting her keep her legs splayed open.
She keeps making this satisfied purring sound. It’s causing my cock to remain half-hard.
When I’m done, I slide my arms under her, lift her from the bed, and carry her to the bathroom.
“Wow,” she says as she looks around. “This is huge. And that tub…”
“It’s inviting, isn’t it? Tomorrow, we’ll soak in it together,” I promise her as I continue through to the smaller room with the toilet in it. I set her on her feet in the doorway. “Potty, Little one.”
She steps inside and reaches for the door.
I flatten my palm on it and keep it wide open, pointing toward the toilet.
She draws in a deep breath and bites her lip. I can see her hesitation, and I wonder if she’ll push back on this issue.
“No doors between us, Natasha. We’re done with doors.”
Her chest is rising and falling quickly. “Okay, Daddy,” she whispers as she sits her cute little bottom down. It takes her a minute, especially since I’m hovering inches away in the doorway, staring at her. Finally, she pees.
I pull off a wad of toilet paper and hand it to her.
“What? You’re going to let me wipe myself?” she jokes.
I grab her wrist, stopping her while lifting her chin with my other hand. “I know you have a lot of nervous energy right now, but I do not want to spank you tonight. I want you to go to sleep thinking about my cock inside you. Control your sass, Little one.” I take the toilet paper back from her, squat down, and wipe her pussy myself.
She says nothing as she follows me to the sink, where I pin her between my arms and wash our combined hands before putting toothpaste on my brush. “Open.”
She parts her lips and lets me brush her teeth. While she rinses between my arms, I brush my own. I dry her hands and lips and guide her back to bed, flipping out lights as we go.
“What side do you want me to sleep on?” she asks.
“The center.”
She giggles as she climbs into the middle.
I slide in behind her, pull her into my embrace, and kiss her neck. “I love you, Natasha.” It feels good to say that. It’s been a long time since I’ve said those words. It’s scary, but it’s getting easier.
She’s mine. She’s really mine. I’ll never take her for granted.