Chapter 39
Chapter thirty-nine
Sage
I’m painfully on edge, every move I make setting my core on fire. I packed a bag and got in his car, not fighting him for a moment after that. My head is stuck in a cloud, a big, soft, fluffy, happy cloud where I’m wanted and needed. And treasured.
Treasured wasn’t what had gone through my mind when Daddy refused to let me come, ripping the vibrator from body mercilessly.
Fucking tortuous man were the words that almost spilled from my lips, but I stopped myself, knowing my body couldn’t take anything more from him. Not in this emotional state.
But it was his stare after that sealed my fate. He looked as lost and torn as I felt.
Deep down, I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow and deal with Dorian.
And by giving everything over to Daddy, I don’t have to and I don’t have to be the one to make the decision.
There are other jobs out there. I’m not inept.
I can find another job soon and not worry about my home, bills, and lifestyle.
Everything will work out for the best. Of course, it won’t be that simple, but it isn’t the end of the world.
I stop in the entryway of his house, taking my clothes off and setting them on the small table. Daddy pauses behind me. I don’t need to ask if this is what he wants. It’s what I want.
Dropping to the floor, I crawl into the living room to the fluffy bed and pick up the fox tail and small bottle of lubricant sitting beside it. Once he follows, I hold them out.
“Please, Daddy?”
He stands on the other side of the room with his arms crossed. He stares long enough for me to question my actions, unease creeping through my system forcing me to lower my arms and my head.
“No, pet.” Heavy steps cross the room. “No shame. You want to be Daddy’s fox?” He lifts my chin and I nod. “Turn around, ass up.” He takes the tail and bottle from my grasp.
I quiver with his touch, everything still agonizingly sensitive from being denied. Wet cold steel presses against my back hole.
He doesn’t take his time to slowly work it in. He pushes hard, making it burn until it sinks deep into place, the ring of muscle holding it there.
“There.” When I turn around, he cups my chin. “Stay on your bed.” And he walks away.