Chapter 5 John
five
John
She's in my hotel room, looking like every fantasy I didn't know I had. Pink dress clinging to her curves, hair falling out of those ridiculous space buns, lips swollen from kissing.
"John, we should talk about this.”
“No talking. Not yet." I need to taste her again. Need to confirm this is real.
I kiss her slower this time, savoring. She makes these little sounds, needy and sweet. When I pull back, she chases my mouth.
"Eager Little Bunny."
She flushes. "I've been thinking about this all night. Actually, longer. Since you called me little bunny the first time.”
“Yeah? You like that? Like when I take charge?"
"Yes," she breathes. "I've never told anyone but I've always wanted... I read these romance novels. About dominant men who take care of their women. Set rules. Provide structure. Call them little names.”
“What kind of rules?"
She's bright red but pushes through. "Bedtimes. What to wear sometimes. Making sure I eat real food, not just candy. Praise when I'm good." She swallows. "Consequences when I'm not."
My cock goes rock hard. "You want a Daddy Dom."
She gasps. "You know about that?”
"You want rules, little girl? Want Daddy to take care of you?"
She moans. Actually moans. "Please.”
“Tell me if anything is too much. Use 'red' if you need to stop. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Fuck. The word in her sweet voice breaks my control. I spin her around, unzip her dress slowly. "Been wanting to unwrap you all night. Like a piece of candy."
The dress pools at her feet. She's wearing white cotton panties with tiny hearts and a matching bra. Innocent and sexy and perfect. All those soft curves I've been dying to get my hands on.
"Look at you. Daddy's perfect little bunny. So fucking soft and sweet.”
“John, I should tell you—I've only been with two people. And never like this. Never with someone dominant."
"Good. Means I get to teach you. Train you exactly how Daddy wants you."
She shivers. "Yes, Daddy."
I lay her on the bed, still in her underwear. "So fucking pretty. All pink and white and sweet. Could eat you up.”
Please. Please touch me, Daddy."
I remove her bra, worship her breasts with mouth and hands until she's writhing. She's so soft, so much to grab onto, to mark, to claim. "You’re so good for me.” I slide her panties off, nearly come at the sight of her. Pink and wet and perfect. I spread her thick thighs, settle between them.
"Going to make you feel so good, baby girl. But you have to ask permission to come. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy."
I devour her. Tongue and fingers, until she starts to beg. She's so responsive, so eager, trying to be good and stay still but failing adorably.
"Daddy, please, I need—can I—?”
“Not yet. Be a good girl and hold it."
She whimpers but obeys. I edge her twice more before finally giving permission. She comes hard, shaking apart beautifully.
I kiss her through the aftershocks, letting her taste herself on my tongue. "Such a good girl. Perfect little bunny. Took that so well.”
I let her undress me, watch her eyes go wide at my cock. "It's so big.”
“You can take it. Going to be so good for Daddy, aren't you?"
"Yes. Yes, please."
I position myself at her entrance, bare and raw. The trust in that alone makes my chest tight. "Look at me. Want to see your face when Daddy claims you."
Her eyes lock on mine, wide and trusting. I push in slowly, watching every flicker of emotion cross her face - the stretch, the adjustment, the pleasure. She's so tight, so perfect, so warm. When I'm fully seated, we both groan.
"So full," she gasps, hands gripping my shoulders.
"That's right, baby girl. Full of Daddy. This is where you belong." I stay still, letting her adjust, even though everything in me wants to move. "Tell me how it feels."
"Perfect. You feel perfect. Like you fit exactly right."
"Because you were made for me, little bunny. Made to take me." I kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. "Doing so good. Such a good girl for Daddy."
She whimpers at the praise, clenching around me. "Move, please, Daddy. Need you to move."
I start with shallow thrusts, building slowly. "Like this?"
"More. Please, more."
"Greedy little bunny." But I give her what she needs, setting a steady rhythm, deep and controlled. She wraps around me perfectly, all that softness cushioning each thrust, taking everything I give her.
I hook my arms under her knees, spreading her wider, holding her completely open to me. She's utterly at my mercy, and the trust in her eyes as I take control makes my chest tight.
"Look how perfectly you take me. Every inch." I press deeper, watching her back arch. "My strong girl. Letting Daddy have all of you."
"Yes! Yours, Daddy. All yours." Her voice breaks on a sob. "Never felt like this before."
"That's because no one else knew how to take care of you properly. But Daddy does. Daddy knows exactly what his little bunny needs."
I increase the pace, angling to hit that spot that makes her see stars. She's babbling now, a mix of "Daddy" and "please" and "so good."
"Look at me," I command when her eyes start to flutter closed. "Eyes on Daddy when you come."
She forces them open, pupils blown wide with pleasure. I can feel her getting close, clenching rhythmically around me.
"You going to come on Daddy's cock? Going to be a good girl and come when Daddy tells you to?"
"Yes! Please, Daddy, please can I come?"
"Not yet. Hold it. Want to feel you desperate for it."
She whimpers, her whole body trembling with the effort. "Daddy, please, I need it!"
"I know what you need, baby girl. Daddy always knows." I thrust harder, deeper. "Come for me. Come for Daddy right now."
She shatters, crying out my name, clenching so hard around me it's like a vice. The feeling of her coming on my cock breaks something in me. My control snaps completely.
"Fuck—Bunny!" I slam into her harder, chasing it, lost to the need to claim her, fill her, mark her as mine. She's still pulsing around me and it's too much, too good, too perfect.
I bury myself as deep as I can go and come with a roar, my whole body locking up as I empty myself inside her. Can't think, can't breathe, just feel—her heat, her softness, her pussy milking every last drop from me.
"Mine," I growl against her neck when I can finally form words, still grinding into her, making sure she takes all of it. "My good girl. My perfect little bunny. Mine."
“I’m yours," she agrees sleepily. "Your good girl."
"The best girl. My perfect little bunny."
She falls asleep in my arms, safe and claimed. I stay awake, marveling at how a fake date turned into something real. Something permanent.
I grab my phone, text Marshall: You owe me fifty bucks.
Already? The wedding's not even over.
Doesn't matter. She's mine.
Double or nothing you marry her within a year.
You're on.