Daddy's Demands: Twenty-Five Steamy Daddy Dom Romance Novellas Page 4

  She moans again, her hips moving against my hand, and I can feel my balls start to tighten.

  Fuck crossing the line. She’s mine.

  I grunt as I come, hot spurts of my pearly white seed landing in thick ropes across her ass. She shudders, her body trembling as my fingers push her over the edge, and I can feel her slick honey coat my hand. I growl, pumping my fist up and down my throbbing cock as more and more of my cum splashes across her tight little ass, thick white streaks leaving my mark across her perfect, unblemished skin.

  I watch it trickle down between the soft globes of her ass, down over her pussy. I know she’s a virgin. I’ve done my research while keeping an eye on her. But I consider the thought of her getting pregnant from me coming on her pussy, and the thought keeps my cock hard as stone. My eyes take in the sight of my cum glistening on her skin. Marking her.

  I consider tugging her panties back up until they’re pulled tight across her pussy, my cum and hers soaking into them. But instead, I skim them off her legs and toss them aside. I lean over and kiss her cheek, and she moans softly and smiles in her sleep, sighing contentedly.

  Fuck, I’m in deep. Maybe I am a psychopath. Or maybe it’s just what she does to me. I lean down and kiss her again before I stand and turn for the door.

  She’ll sleep. She’ll rest. And in the morning, she’ll know how mine she is.

  Chapter Five

  Nina

  My head aches when I first wake up, and the first thing I think of is all of those sugary shots Carrie fed me. But slowly, that part falls away from me, and suddenly, it’s the rest of the night that comes rushing back over me like a heat wave.

  The way he touched me. The way it felt so wrong and so fucking right. The way he held me down, yanked my skirt up, and spanked me until my blood ran hot and my panties were soaked. I can remember the way his hard, muscled body felt pressed to mine, and when I think of the huge, thick, pulsing bulge I felt in his jeans against my tummy as he spanked me, my face flushes crimson.

  I’ve never felt that before, and it feels so illicit, so deliciously sinful to think of how hard he got putting his hands on me.

  I start to turn, when I remember the handcuffs. I scowl, and for a second, the anger comes rushing back. But then, I remember my alcohol-fueled outbursts from the night before. I remember trying to hit him over the head, or trying to run, twice, even though he told me a dozen times that he’s not going to hurt me. That I’m here for my own protection. That there are horrible men out there who really do want to hurt me, or worse.

  And when I think of it like that, and the way I was such a bitch to him, I can almost understand that he just locked me up and called it a night.

  I shift again, and this time, I remember that I’m naked. Well, almost. My flimsy tank top is tangled and pulled up high under my breasts, and my skirt is bunched around my waist. The thing is though, I’m not wearing panties—a fact I’m very aware of as I shift my legs again. I glance around and spot my panties on the floor, and instantly, the memory of his hands spanking my ass come rushing back, and I blush furiously.

  I got so wet when he did that, and the thought makes me bite my lip as the heat teases through me. God, what is wrong with me? A big rough stranger spanked me, and I got turned on?

  It’s wrong, but oh, my God, is it hot.

  I shift again, and this time when I rub my thighs together, I can feel something sticky and wet there between my legs. I blush, though I’m alone, remembering the absolutely filthy, wicked dreams I had about him last night. Images of him pinning me to the bed, yanking my ass up in the air and just taking me—hard, fast, deep, making me scream in pleasure as he claimed my cherry.

  The door to the room starts to open with a creak, and I gasp, yanking my head around to look. Cormac steps in, and instantly, I shiver as the dark, smoky eyes from my dirty dreams are suddenly right in front of me for real, looking down on me half naked and handcuffed to the bed.

  “You’re awake.”

  I purse my lips. “Unlock me.”

  Cormac sighs heavily, raking his fingers across the stubble on his chiseled jaw.

  I swallow, blushing as I keep myself turned awkwardly to look at him.

  “Unlock me, please?”

  “Please…” He trails off, looking at me with this mix of expectation and raw power, and I feel the heat from before melt through me. I know what he wants me to say, and I know I said it last night. But now, in the light of morning, and without the alcohol and the adrenaline rushing through me, it just feels…

  I don’t know. It feel even dirtier maybe. Or maybe it’s just that I don’t have the courage to say it again.

  “Do I have to?” I say quietly, hoping the pitiful look I flash him will soften his resolve.

  No such luck.

  “Only if you want to get out of that bed today,” he says, the hint of a smile curling the corners of his gorgeous mouth.

  I bite my lip, and when his eyes dip down over me, I blush furiously. I know he can see all of me. I know even as I squirm and try to squeeze my legs together or tuck them up under, that he can see my bare ass and my pussy. I’ve never been so exposed to a man before, and that plus the fact that I’m handcuffed like this has something wicked tingling through me.

  “Please unlock the cuffs, Daddy?”

  The words whisper from my lips as the heat blooms over my face. Cormac smiles.

  “Good girl.”

  I blush again. What the hell is wrong with me?

  He moves to the head of the bed, his big hands covering mine softly as he unlocks the handcuffs and takes them off of me. He gently helps me up, this tenderness about him that feels like a warm blanket as he gets me sitting on the edge of the bed. I smooth my skirt down and fix my tank top, like that will somehow make me more presentable even if my hair is a total mess.

  “We need to get you new clothes.”

  “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

  “They make you look like a cheap slut.”

  I scowl, glaring at him, even though I know he’s right. I mean, why the hell am I mad? They’re not even my clothes, they’re Carrie’s. But I still glare at him until I see his look soften and a smile spread over his face. His hand reaches out, and when he gently pushes a lock of hair behind my ears and lets his fingers stroke along my jaw, I bite my lip as the heat washes over me.

  “And you’re better than that,” he purrs softly, looking me right in the eye. “Come.”

  He turns for the door, gesturing with his head for me to follow. I hesitate for a second before I slowly stand and follow him into the main room.

  “How do you take your coffee?”

  The cabin is beautiful, and through the windows, I can see the gorgeous still waters of the lake just a few feet from the back door.

  “Just a little cream, please.”

  He nods, filling my mug before handing it to me.

  “Sit.”

  He nods at the breakfast table, and when I do, he pulls the metal lid off a plate piled high with eggs, pancakes, and bacon. My stomach growls as I stare in disbelief.

  “You made all this?”

  “There’s no twenty-four-hour diners up here.”

  I remember that we’re not just out in the woods, we’re way out in the woods. Near a mountain. Something thorn. Blackthorn maybe.

  “And where’s ‘up here’ again?”

  “Where you’ll be safe,” he growls softly, sipping a mug of his own. “Eat, princess.”

  My stomach gurgles loudly as I do just that, hungrily wolfing down the food.

  “The man you saw the other day shoot that other man?”

  I shiver.

  “His name is Sylvan Bucks, and he’s looking for you.”

  My eyes dart to his, fear creeping over me. But Cormac shakes his head. His hand slides across the table and covers mine, and instantly, I feel a sort of warmth and protectiveness surround me.

  “He won’t find you here,” Cormac growls. “I can promise you th
at.”

  We sit in silence as I finish my breakfast. When I’m done, he takes the plate from me and cleans it in the sink as I finish the coffee. When he’s done, he sighs and turns back, his eyes sliding over me.

  “Take them off.”

  I blink. “Excuse me?” I know he’s talking about my clothes, but he can’t be serious, can he?

  “Take. Them. Off. Your clothes, princess.”

  “What, right here?”

  “They’re filthy, and we need to get you cleaned up. So, yes. Here.”

  I purse my lips, even if there’s something sinfully hot about that dark, dominant way he commands me. “I will not.”

  “I can do it for you,” he grumbles.

  “You wouldn’t dare dream of it.”

  Cormac smiles. “Trust me, I’ve dreamed of it.”

  I blush furiously.

  “Last chance, Nina. You or me? Who’s taking them off?”

  I want to say “you” and “please take them off” but God, again, there must be something wrong with me. He’s so dark and handsome and rough, but protective. So dominant and so tender at the same time. And something about all of that is making me insane.

  But I do feel safe where I am with him. I feel protected and taken care of. And I know if he wanted to hurt me, he would have already. And with that, and maybe my lingering insanity, I slowly nod.

  “Okay.”

  Slowly, I peel my clothes off, my pulse racing in my ears and my skin feeling like it’s on fire. The tank top goes first, and I turn away from him as I drop my skirt, covering myself with both hands as I shyly turn back.

  “Uh-uh, baby girl,” Cormac says quietly, his deep, velvety voice so warm and kind as he moves toward me. “No hiding yourself from Daddy,” he purrs, moving right in front of me. I gasp quietly, the heat from his huge body radiating over my bare skin, making my head spin.

  “I know no man has ever seen you like this. But me, princess?” The growl catches in his throat, and I gasp again. “I’m going to see all of you, baby girl.”

  “How-how do you know that?” I whisper. It’s like he already knows that even with the way I was dressed last night and the way I was acting, this is all new to me. That I’ve never been this naked with a man before, much less anything else.

  “Because I know,” he says gently. His hands move toward me, and when they slide over my bare hips, I whimper quietly. God, his hands feel so damn good. So big on my small body.

  “And I know it’s because no one’s ever looked at you and told you how fucking perfect you are, princess,” Cormac says gently, his velvety whiskey voice rumbling through me. “No one’s ever told you how beautiful you are.”

  I swallow thickly, biting my lip as I look up at him.

  “Do you feel safe?”

  I nod. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. Cormac smiles.

  “Good girl. Do you trust me?”

  I nod again.

  “Good.”

  “Where—” I blush. “Where are my new clothes?”

  He shakes his head, and his hands tease over my bare waist, making me tremble with heat. “Not yet. First, we need to clean you up with a nice bath.”

  “We?” I squeak.

  “Come with me.”

  He takes my hand, but I start to hesitate. “I can wash myse—”

  “But you don’t have to, princess,” he says quietly, turning to level those dark smoky eyes at me, the heat teasing through my core.

  “Because Daddy’s here to wash you for you.”

  Chapter Six

  Cormac

  Steam fills the small cedar-walled bathroom as I fill the large, claw-foot tub. I glance back at her, standing behind me. She’s still half covering herself with her hands, like I’m not about to see all of her, but this time, when I look at her, she doesn’t shy away. She bites her lip, and when our eyes lock, I can see the fire burning in hers.

  Fuck, she’s like an angel. An innocent, delicate angel that it’s my job to protect and to keep safe. Porcelain skin, soft curves, delicate features. Her long blonde hair tumbles around her shoulders, and she’s got one leg half crossed over the other. One arm stretches over her full tits, which only actually has the effect of pushing them up and making them even more enticing. The other hand covers—or tries to cover—her pussy. But I can see enough to get my blood roaring and my cock aching hard.

  I turn the water off and turn, fully taking her in.

  “Let me see, baby girl,” I say softly. Her eyes lock on mine, and she hesitates before slowly, she nods. Her teeth rake across her bottom lip as she blushes, her hands dropping to her sides.

  Fuck.

  She’s gorgeous. Sweet, perfect. And all fucking mine. The gentle slope of her breast capped with rosy soft pink nipples that pucker under my gaze. The curve of her hips, and the place where her thighs meet. I catch a glimpse of her pink lips beneath a soft patch of hair, and I growl.

  “Do you have to pee first?”

  Her face blushes bright red, and I smile.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, princess. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about with me.”

  She nods, smiling. “I do.”

  I nod toward the toilet, turning my back to finish adding bubbles to the tub, giving her a small taste of privacy. When I hear her finish, I turn back.

  “All clean?”

  “You want to check?”

  I grin at the sass. Good. I don’t want her totally submissively compliant. I like that fire in her.

  “Should I?”

  The pink glow comes back to her cheeks, and she shakes her head.

  “Let’s get you washed up then.”

  I help her get in and settle down into the water. I know it’s hot, but not too hot, and she moans quietly as she sinks in. I lather my hands, and she startles as I start to soap her up. Maybe she thought I was kidding when I said Daddy was going to wash her. Well, I wasn’t.

  My hands glide over her skin, sudsing her up and making her coo softly as I massage her with the soap. They slide up and down her arms, her shoulders, her neck. When they slip down over her breasts, she moans, and when my fingers roll over her puckered nipples, she closes her eyes, gasping quietly.

  “Feels good when you let Daddy clean you up, doesn’t it, angel?”

  She opens her eyes and nods, looking right into mine. I move closer as my hands soap her breasts.

  “Good, because this is how we’ll do things from now on. Sound good?”

  She nods. “Very,” she breathes.

  My hands slide deeper, pushing under the sudsy water as they move down her tummy. She whimpers, and when my fingers push over her little bush and slip over her lips, she moans deeply.

  “We need to get you clean all over,” I growl quietly. She nods, whimpering as my fingers spread her lips.

  “Does that feel good when Daddy washes your little pussy, baby girl?”

  My finger rolls over her hard little clit, and Nina cries out, gasping in pleasure.

  “Yes, Daddy!”

  I stop holding back, and my mouth crushes to hers. She moans into me, opening her lips for me as my tongue finds hers. She’s clearly not very experienced, but she picks it up fast as I kiss her hard and deep, tasting that sweet mouth. My fingers tease over her pussy, making sloshing noises in the tub as I rub her in slow, deliberate circles.

  I know I’m washing my cum away from the night before, regretfully. But then, I know there’ll be more for her soon. There’ll always be more of my cum for her pretty little pussy.

  I tease her little cunt faster, rubbing my fingers over her clit as she moans into my mouth. Her hands, dripping from the tub, find my t-shirt, and she clings to it, holding me where I am as she whimpers into the kiss. I know she’s close, and I know I could make her come for me right here, but I want to show her more.

  I pull away, and she pouts when I stand up.

  “Come,” I growl, grinning hungrily at her. Oh, she has no idea what else I’ve got in store for her.

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p; I help her from the tub. The room is steamy and warm, and there’s no need for a towel as I scoop her up and carry her over to the wide vanity sink. I place a terrycloth towel down across the marble and set her tight little ass down onto it, before I kneel between her legs. Nina’s eyes go wide.

  “What are you doing?” she whispers. I reach into the cabinet under her and pull out cream and a straight razor, and the color drains from her face.

  “Hang on, Cormac—”

  “Do you trust me?”

  She blinks, silence filling the steamy room.

  “Do you trust me, Nina?”

  She swallows, eyeing the blade before her eyes slide to mine. And slowly, she nods.

  “Yes.”

  “Then lie back. We’re going to make you nice and clean.”

  I lather the shaving cream in a small bowl and use my fingers to brush it over her. I moan as I slide my hands between her legs, rubbing her eager pussy with the white foam until I’ve got it where I need it. I turn the faucet on hot and get the blade steaming before I bring it to her skin. Slowly, gently, with precision, I go to work.

  She gasps, and I know she’s clenching her core tight, but she stays still.

  “Very good, princess,” I say quietly, my eyes locked on her pretty little pussy as I slowly clean her hair away with the razor. I keep going, rinsing here and there, until I’ve got it perfect. I use warm water and a washcloth to clean her, rinsing the cream away until she can see.

  “How does it feel?”

  She swallows, panting with a flush on her cheeks. Her lips are bare now, and I’ve left a small little heart shape right above her clit.

  “It-it feels so good,” she breathes. “It’s different, but it feels…”

  She trails off, but I catch her eye. “It feels what?”

  “Sexy,” she whispers, blushing.

  I couldn’t fucking agree more, and this time, I can’t hold back any longer. I move in, my breath teasing over her thighs and making her gasp. I get closer, and when my tongue drags over her bare, freshly shaved little cunt, Nina moans in primal pleasure.