Chapter Four #2
“Hey.” I tip her chin up. “They’re not coming. Not tonight, not ever. You understand me?
That part of the city, those men—none of it touches you. That’s my job now.”
“I know,” she whispers. But the shaking doesn’t ease. She’s wound too tight, holding it all in the way she’s clearly spent her whole life holding things in. She doesn’t know how to put it down.
So I’ll help her.
“Come here, baby girl. Daddy’s going to take care of you.”
I sit on the couch and pull her across my lap, face down. She startles but doesn’t fight it.
“Now, I’m going to spank you for being disobedient.”
Her breath hitches as my hand settles on her lower back.
I slide her pants down slowly, revealing her lacy black panties.
It’s simple and sexy, but I don’t intend to dwell on that.
I pull them along with her pants, revealing the smooth milky skin of her ass.
I slide my palm over her left cheek once, then I raise my hand and bring it down with gentle force.
She gasps and flinches, her fingers gripping my thigh.
“Count,” I demand.
“One.”
I land the second and third smack in quick succession.
“Two! Three!” Millie gasps, her voice thick with tears.
I slide my hand over her ass, soothing the flaming skin. Her breathing changes, her body relaxing against mine.
Then I strike again. And again. Her fingers clutch at me, her breathing uneven. Tears still slide down her cheeks, but her body arches now, leaning into my touch.
“Daddy,” she whispers, voice thick with desire “Please…”
“What are you begging for, baby girl?”
“I—I...touch me, please.”
My cock twitches in response to the desire in her voice, straining hard against my pants
Fuck, I want to do more than touch her.
I want to plunge into her sweet, tight pussy and fuck her till we both lose control.
I smack her ass one last time and trace my fingers lightly over her burning skin, then her thighs, slowly sliding my hand between her legs. She gasps when I run my finger through her damp folds and tease her dripping entrance. I let out a low growl at the feeling of her wet heat.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby girl,” I say, and she whimpers, her legs instinctively spreading wider.
“So ready for Daddy, aren’t you?” I rasp, sliding my hand up and down her inner thigh, teasing her by changing directions before returning to her pussy. “I can smell you,” I say, clamping my entire hand over her pussy and giving it a squeeze.
She gasps, her thighs clenching hard around my hand.
“Such a needy little girl,” I murmur, pleased with her body’s responses.
I slide a finger into her pussy, and her body jerks in response.
I slide it out and in again, slowly setting a rhythm.
The thought of my cock pumping in and out of her tight wet pussy just like my finger drives me crazy, and I almost flip her over and thrust my cock inside her.
But I’m not sure she’s quite ready for that intensity.
I continue to pump my finger inside her until her breathing turns ragged, and she begins whimpering.
I slide another finger into her, stretching her by scissoring my fingers.
She moans my name through clenched teeth, her body arching desperately into my touch.
“You like that, don’t you, baby girl?”
“Y-yes.”
“Say ‘yes, Daddy,’” I demand.
“Yes, Daddy!”
I focus on her clit, thrumming it without mercy until her pussy walls tighten violently around my fingers. She comes hard, writhing on my lap, helpless against it.
When her orgasm fades, she collapses against me, shivering lightly. I lift her carefully and settle her in my lap, wrapping my arms around her. She clings to me, her face buried in my neck.
“I’ve got you, baby girl” I murmur, smoothing my palm over her ass. “Always.”
She nods weakly, still catching her breath.
Then she shifts slightly, her fingers brushing against the front of my pants.
She slowly caresses the unyielding bulge, then raises her eyes shyly to mine.
A searing heat shoots through me at the implication of what she’s asking even without words.
And for a second, I’m almost tempted to take what she’s offering. Almost.
“Not tonight, baby girl,” I murmur, gently closing my hand over hers. My chest tightens at the disappointment in her eyes, but I gently remove her hand. “I’ve got an important call to make.”
She nods, dropping her gaze from mine.
“Look at me, baby.”
She does, and I press a soft kiss to her lips. “I want this more than anything, baby girl. It’ll happen soon. I swear.”
Her gorgeous brown eyes search mine for a second, then she smiles and nods. “I’ll shower,” she says, pushing herself off my lap.
“Take your time.”
***
The shower kicks on down the hall, water hissing through the old pipes. I stay on the couch a moment longer, forearms braced on my knees, head down, letting the quiet settle around me. My pulse finally slows, but my body doesn’t follow. Every sense is still keyed to her. Every instinct on edge.
I can’t stop thinking about her…the way she reacts to me, the trust she gives me, the way she’s already become a part of my life I can’t imagine losing.
For the first time in years, control doesn’t feel like a burden. It feels necessary—a tether to something worth protecting. And I know, without a doubt, that I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
I push to my feet and pace the length of the living room, hands flexing at my sides. The tension won’t burn off. I keep seeing those men. Hearing their voices. Picturing Millie on that corner, small and frightened, her backpack clutched to her chest like it could stop a blade.
I stop at the window and drag a hand over my face.
This is exactly what I was afraid of. The Serpents don’t forget. As long as she’s mine, she’s a way to reach me.
I catch myself turning the bracelet on my wrist—the dark leather she pressed into my hand like it was nothing, like it wasn’t the first thing anyone’s made for me in years. I drop my hand and pull my phone from my pocket before I can change my mind.
My thumb hovers over a name.
I haven’t called Samantha in a long time. Not because we ended badly. Just…life. Distance. The fact that talking to her reminds me of a version of myself I don’t want to revisit. But if there’s anyone I trust with something like this, it’s her.
I hit call.
It rings twice.
“Wilder?” Surprise sharpens her voice. “Are you okay?”
I brace my free hand against the window frame and huff out a breath. “Yeah.”