Chapter 49
Chapter forty-nine
Barrett
“Don’t test me, Sage.” I’ve had this unfamiliar feeling raging through my nerves since yesterday.
I had to force myself to step away from her this morning to shower.
Leaving her side isn’t an option, but this feeling continued to grow and I worried what I would do to her if I didn’t get some distance.
But then she followed me in there and refused to leave. I’ve lost control, but not so much that I don’t ensure her injured arm is out of the way before I intend to claim her. Maybe that’s what I need. A final claiming so she knows she can never leave.
I almost lost her and I promised, her, myself, and anyone else within ear shot, that it would never happen again.
Disappointment flashes in her eyes, but it’s gone as quickly as it came as she starts to lift her bandaged arm.
“Put it back down.”
“Or what? I’m fine, Barrett.” My name on her lips sounds harsh and I don’t like it. That isn’t who I am to her.
“What did you call me?”
She quirks her brow and continues to lift her arm, reaching it toward her other hand. The cuffs aren’t only buckles. They have a lock and the key is still in the nightstand.
“You want to play like this?” I sit back on my heels between her spread legs and spank her right over her clit. “Put it down.”
She gasps, arching her back and sinking her hips into the mattress to escape the sharp pain. But her arm remains raised and her fingers pull at the lock uselessly.
I slap her centre again and her fingers tighten on the lock. “You can’t free yourself. Now, rest your arm.”
“Why? What are you going to do? Strap that one down, too?”
She knows I won’t. The last thing I want to do is cause her harm. But that doesn’t mean I can’t punish the rest of her body.
I slap the bundle of nerves three times in succession, each one harder than the last.
“You’re being a brat.”
“Maybe I want to be a brat today.” She’s gasping through her words and her hips still try to escape the pain, but she has nowhere to go.
My chest heaves and frustration builds. She’s baiting me, trying to top from the bottom to get the reaction she wants. I close my eyes while everything I’ve felt since seeing her in that man’s hold washes over me, and I let it free.
When I open my eyes, Sage flinches. “That’s right, pet.
You are fucking mine. Mine to keep. Mine to fuck.
Mine to play with. And mine to punish.” I grip her hips and lift them enough to settle between her legs.
My cock finds its home easily and I thrust hard, hitting the spot that makes her breath vanish.
“Let’s get some things straight.” Thrust. “You call me Daddy.” Thrust. “You do what I fucking tell you to.” Thrust. “And you belong to me. You’re never going back to that house or leaving this compound without me by your side.” Thrust. “Am I clear?”
“You … can’t … lock …”
I cut her off with a grip on her jaw. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. You only have one answer now, brat. And that’s ‘Yes, Daddy.’”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I release her jaw and return my hold to her hips. Soon, her arm drifts back into its safe place on the cushion beside her and her entire body melts under my assault. And it is an assault.
As her walls contract around me, I slap her clit in time with my thrusts until her thighs quiver around me.
I let all of this energy go. The guilt, the terror, and the feelings I have for her. Sure, I planned to keep her, but I never knew the extent with which I’d feel if I lost her. Yesterday spoon fed me a taste of that life.
“Come all over Daddy’s cock, pet, while I come inside you.” I drop down, pressing my chest to hers and putting us at eye level. “You’re so fucking precious to me, Sage. I refuse to lose you.” The words are raw against my throat.
Her lips part and she struggles to breathe, and I can see understanding finally fall into place.
She knows what I mean when I say I’m keeping her.
She knows there is no fighting us. But I’m unable to tell how she feels about that.
Her independence is important to her, and I’m taking some of that away.
But despite all that, her walls in her core grip me tighter with a fast rhythm. She comes hard and with my name on the gasp escaping her throat.
“Daddy.”
I explode, my balls drawing up and releasing the most excruciating climax I’ve ever experienced. Not the most intense or pleasurable, but a climax that releases the pain and torture I bared since yesterday.
When I finally have the energy to lift off her, I see relief in her hazy eyes. I sigh and kiss her softly.
“You get to lay here dripping with my cum while I finish my shower.”
Her eyes widen and her core clenches around my softening cock at my words. I pull from her body with a wet sound and leave her, stopping at the bathroom door to stare at what I’ve done.
As she looks back at me with her bottom lip between her teeth, her body covered lightly in sweat and juices dripping from between her legs, I feel a moment of contentment that allows me to finish my shower alone to sort through my thoughts before taking care of her.
Because she is mine and I will always take care of her.