Chapter 17 - Vince
Vince
Her breath was still shaking when I kissed the corner of her mouth again, slower this time.
“This is how tonight goes,” I murmured, my thumb stroking her cheekbone.
“I will talk you through every step. You don’t have to pretend to know what you’re doing.
You listen. You hold on to me. And if anything gets too much, you say red.
Not sorry, no waiting, red. The second it leaves your mouth, I stop. No questions or disappointment.”
Her eyes softened. “Okay.”
I kissed her forehead.
“Say it.”
“Red means stop.”
“That’s my girl.”
I lowered myself over her. My hand slid down her thigh, guiding her leg up around my hip. She followed the motion easily, like her body already knew obedience before her mind did.
I kissed under her ear. “Good. Just like that. I’m going to prep you first. Nice and slow, baby, okay?”
Her breath caught. Her hands hovered uncertainly near my shoulders.
“Where do I put them?” she whispered.
I took her wrists gently and guided them up around my neck, settling her hands against the back of my head.
“Here. Hold on to me. You stay anchored to Daddy the whole time.”
She did. Immediately. Like she’d been waiting for the instruction. Crow instinct punched straight through my ribs. I kissed her jaw.
“That’s perfect. You hold me like that the whole night.”
Her hands tightened. My palm slid between her thighs, careful kind of touch that told her this wasn’t a rush, it was a ritual. She tensed for half a second.
“Breathe,” I whispered. “Okay baby, I’m getting you ready. There’s no rush.”
Her thighs softened, opening for me without me pushing them. Her body offered itself up like it understood the assignment before she even did.
And that…that did something barbaric inside my chest.
“Look at how beautifully you open for me.” I kissed down her neck, letting her feel the smile against her skin. “Made for me, aren’t you, angel.”
Her breath shook. “I… think so.”
“No thinking.” My lips brushed her collarbone. “You’re made for me. That’s Crow truth.”
Her hands tightened behind my neck again. She didn’t even know how much that simple movement wrecked me.
“That’s my sweet sub, holding Daddy just right.”
She parted her thighs a little more, nervous but offering everything she had. My chest burned with something too big to name. I brushed her hair off her cheek. “You’re doing perfect.”
I soothed a hand over her stomach, calming the tremor even as my fingers kept working her open.
“I’ll talk you through every second.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Say it better.”
She swallowed. “Okay, Daddy.”
My breath left me in one hard exhale. My forehead resting against hers. “Such a good girl for me. That’s it.”
Her hands behind my neck holding me like I was the only steady thing in her world. I kissed her as I pushed my fingers into her. She gasped as I did.
“Such a good girl. Daddy’s proud. Look at you, letting me stretch your little pussy.” My thumb brushed her clit.
And inside my ribs, something ancient and possessive locked into place:, mine. She was mine to open. Her breath hitched the moment my fingers stroked lower, that soft involuntary arch of her back.
Fuck.
My control snapped. Crow instincts didn’t just whisper. They chanted.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Every gasp she gave me, every shy tilt of her hips, my blood responded like she was wired into the center of me.
“Easy,” I breathed, kissing the corner of her mouth as she arched again. “Daddy’s right here. You’re doing perfect.”
Her thighs trembled, opening wider without me asking. She was so responsive. Made to obey the sound of my voice.
My chest tightened. I forced a slow breath through my teeth, grounding myself. If I let instinct take over tonight, I’d tear the world apart just to get deeper inside her.
My free hand shot down under the blanket, gripping the mattress hard.
Holy fuck, because she arched again, hips tilting toward my hand like her body was begging to be opened.
“That’s my good girl. Letting me play with your pussy.”
Her breath stuttered. “Vince…”
“Daddy,” I corrected softly.
A tiny sound escaped her throat, Jesus, that sound, I had to shove my hips harder into the mattress, biting back a groan. Her gasps were ruining me.
“Baby. Fuck. That sound makes daddy’s cock so hard.”
She gripped me instantly, fingers curling tight behind my neck like instinct. Like she already knew who she belonged to.
My hips moved once, barely, just enough pressure against the mattress. My cock was throbbing.
“Oh baby…”
The sound tore out of me.
“You’re opening for me so fucking beautifully, look at you.”
I kissed her throat, claiming her neck with my mouth as my fingers went deeper into her pussy. Every time she breathed out, melt of her hips, tremble in her thighs, my ribs answered with the same single, violent truth.
She was so damn responsive. So hungry without knowing she was hungry.
She needed my cock. That’s what she wanted. Not my fingers. Her sweet little pussy, was begging to be wrapped around me.
“Good girl. Look how beautifully you take direction. Daddy barely touches you and you arch for me.”
Her hips tipped toward my hand again and something low in my stomach tightened I had to brace one hand against the mattress just to steady myself.
Slow Crow. Go fucking slow.
You don’t ruin your girl’s first time because you’re feral for her.
I eased my fingers in deeper, letting her feel pressure, stretch. She gasped my name desperate, and her hips dropped fully open for me.
Fuck.
My control snapped for a second.
In a holy-shit-I-need-to-ground-myself-before-I-devour-her way.
My dick was throbbing. I pushed down in to the mattress to ease the tension. Her soft gasp at the movement I made against the bed nearly killed me.
I swallowed hard.
And when she moaned my name again, I slid the next finger in, slow, watching every flicker of her expression. She loved it. And my reaction?
Not holy or reverent.
Pure fucking possession.
A growl scraped my throat, soft enough not to scare her, but true enough to feel like something ancient dragging through me.
“Baby, you’re making a mess on my fingers,” I murmured, kissing her temple as her thighs trembled. “Look at you taking Daddy fingers so sweetly. Made for my hand, aren’t you.”
Her chest lifted on a shaky breath. “Feels… good.”
I guided her hips down again with my palm. “Baby, we’re just going to do this for a while. You riding my fingers.”
She whimpered softly, hips beginning to find a tiny rhythm.
My other hand slid under the pillow again, grinding down once more just to survive how fucking gorgeous she was like this. Her body, her sounds, her trust, it all hit.
“Daddy…How long…How long do we do this until… until you’re there instead of your hand?”
I nearly lost my mind. A groan tore out of me.
“Baby…”
She tilted her hips again, asking, wanting, chasing the feeling. Her innocence was going to undo me.
I kissed the corner of her mouth.
“Daddy won’t rush your first time.”
Her thighs pressed around my wrist.
“Vince,” she whispered.
Fuck.
Her whispering my name like that?
I’d burn a city for less.
“Vince, do you… do you want to use protection? I don’t mind. Whatever you prefer. I trust you.”
I stilled, not stopping the comfort of my thumb, or breaking the moment.
She looked up, wide-eyed, nervous. What I preferred, every time I’d ever had sex, I’d been shielded. A layer between me and whoever I was inside. I didn’t want that with her. Nothing between my girl and me.
I swallowed. “I should say yes.”
Her fingers slid into my hair. “But?”
“But I’ve never gone bare with anyone. And I don’t want anything between us tonight.” I leaned my forehead against hers. “Unless that scares you. If you want me covered, I will be. You say it.”
She shook her head, whispered against my mouth, “I want… you.”
Fuck. I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her a bit harder than normal.
“Good girl. You’re going to make Daddy lose my fucking mind.”
And she arched into my hand again, open, trembling, readying herself for me.
Mine.
This perfect, innocent, beautiful blonde, she should’ve run from me the second she saw my tattoos, was arching into my hand like she’d been waiting her entire life for me to touch her.
And every soft gasp she gave me felt like she was imprinting herself into my bloodstream.
I hadn’t believed in that shit before tonight.
Now it was the only thing that made sense.
“Baby,” I whispered, kissing down her jaw as her back lifted again, “you’re killing Daddy.”
She had no right to be this beautiful. Her fingers dug into my shoulders not shy and more about needing me.
Pure awe punched through me.
I’d had control. And then she arched for me again, hips trembling, thighs opening wider, breath breaking in little whimpers, and I lost it for a half second.
I dragged in a breath, forced myself still. “I’ve got you,” I murmured, kissing her knee as I guided her legs. “Daddy’s right here. I’m not rushing you.”
She whimpered. “Please…I want you… I want you, daddy.”
Everything in me roared. Because I fucking needed her.
I stripped my boxers off in one motion, cock heavy and aching because of her. I coated myself with lube, slow and deliberate, because if I didn’t take that second, I’d ruin us both.
“You’re okay,” I whispered as I reached for the bottle again, warming more lube between my fingers before touching her. “Daddy’s right here. I’m going to talk you through every second.”
Her thighs trembled the moment my fingers touched her again. She let out a tiny gasp, one hand sliding down to brace on my forearm.
I shifted over her and lined myself up.
“Hey baby, look at me,”
She did. Those beautiful big eyes locked with mine.
“I’m going slow If it’s too much—you say red. You don’t push through pain for me. I take care of you. Always.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Say it better,” I breathed against her mouth. “Say it for your Dom.”
Her voice broke. “Okay… Daddy.”
My forehead dropped to hers.
“Good girl.”