Page 18 of Claimed By Daddy
My jaw tightens, and I roughly cup her chin, demanding her attention. “Are you sure you want to play this game?” I gravelly whisper, loosening the knot of my tie. “Because Daddy’s feeling generous if you want to change your answer.”
Her insolence unwavering, she obnoxiously rolls her eyes. “No. It’s not how I’m supposed to answer you.”
Having given her enough chances, I yank my tie over my head and grab both her wrists as I climb over her. She struggles beneath me as I pin her to the cushions we’re lying on.Straddling her waist, I slip the noose over her hands, cinch it tightly around her wrists, and tie a quick knot around the metal spindle at the balcony’s edge. Eavan struggles against the binding—further tightening the knots—as my fingers dust down her arms to the tantalizing cleavage at the neckline of her dress. Dipping my fingers beneath it, I fist the seam with both hands and quickly tear it in two down the front until her cute little black dress is nothing more than a tattered scrap of fabric, leaving her bound and naked beneath me with a shocked gasp flying over her lips.
Her mouth gapes, and before she has a moment to wield that bratty tongue of hers, I climb from her and roughly roll her onto her stomach. My palm connects with her curvaceous ass and a beautiful, startled yelp tumbles out of her. “Is this what you need, princess?” I ask, pinkening her pale skin with another firm swat of my hand. I swing again, my palm radiating as I leave my print on her. “Are you bratting for my attention or my mark? Is it because you’re afraid you won’t get either after tonight?”
I spank her again, hard enough to sting but not enough to leave a second handprint. After rubbing over the warm, pink skin of her ass, I lean over her and press my lips to the back of her neck. “You’ll get both.” I sweep her hair back from where it’s hanging over her face. “I’ll bend your perfect little ass over the kitchen counter and paint it red if I think you need it,” I rasp before pressing my lips to the shell of her ear. “I will spend the rest of the night ensuring you can’t sit tomorrow if you need me to. But I’d much rather spend it making sure you can’t walk.”
She swallows hard, her gulp audible. I place a soft kiss just below her earlobe before pushing myself back up to my knees. My palm slides along the length of her spine and over the swell of her ass, settling atop the lone handprint I left on her and roughly squeezing it. “Your choice, princess. Are you done being a brat?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her breathy response is soft and timid, laced with emotion over the elephant in the room. We haven’t discussed how or when we’re going to break the news to Cian—or what we’re going to tell him—leaving us both a bit anxious about tomorrow.
“That’s my good girl.” I hastily undo the buttons of my shirt and carefully toss it beyond the surrounding candles. I unfasten my belt and zipper with the same urgency, splaying my pants just enough to pull my cock free. Spitting into my hand, I quickly smear it over my tip and drive the entirety of me into her—guttural cries billowing from both of us.
I pull out before plowing into her from behind, her generous ass softens the harsh blows of my hips. She cries out in pleasure with every deep, demanding thrust, hurdling her toward her release. I drive into her, burying myself to the hilt as her orgasm explodes through her. “Yes! Daddy!” she breathlessly screams, her nails digging into the cushions beneath her.
“Shhhh, princess.” I urge, slowing to long, languid thrusts. “We wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you and find out what a naughty girl you are. No one else needs to know how much you like all the dirty things Daddy is doing to you.”With my chest pressed to her back, I kiss her neck and shoulders.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I ease her face from the soft cushions, forcing a beautiful dip of her spine. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I turn her face over her shoulder, and sloppily kiss her, my tongue dragging along her jaw as I make my way to her neck. Licking and sucking along its length, I pause to feel the thuddy beat of her pulse against my tongue, before continuing over her shoulder. She moans and lifts her ass into me as I kiss down her spine, slowly pulling out of her as my lips inch lower.
“You wear my handprint so well.” I pepper the words against the fingertips of the deep red mark I left behind. Nudging her legs wider, I press my face against the back of her thighs and lap at the sweet nectar dripping from her. I feast on her until she’s a writhing mess—my cock growing more rigid with every orgasm she has on my tongue.
I manage—with a struggle—to rid myself of my pants and boxer briefs. And when I carefully roll her over, her hips lift to meet me when I sink back into her. “Such a needy little pussy,” I teasingly groan, taking her with long, deep strokes. She’s so sensitive that her body reacts to my every thrust. Sweat beads along her hairline and upper lip. I lick the saltiness from above her mouth and crash my lips against hers. Kissing her until we’re both breathless, I pull back with a groan. “Fuck, I could fill you right now…”
“Fuck, I could fill you right now…” Enzo abruptly slows the speed of his thrusts. “But first, I’m going to spend the night edging myself with your tight little cunt. Fucking you until you’re begging me to stop.”
He palms my breast with one hand and kisses the other, his fingertips and tongue teasing my nipples in tandem as he quickens his long strokes. His thrusts are rough and relentless, driving us both to the brink. My whole body tenses, the pleasure at my center ready to explode. Enzo sucks hard at my nipple, and the increased sensation is my undoing—my release detonates, my muscles twitching and gasping screams flying frommy lungs.
While I struggle to breathe from coming so hard, Enzo fucks me through my euphoria, quickly pulling another orgasm from me. He slams into me—his chest heaving—stilling his hips entirely. “I love fucking you, princess.” Kissing the words along the length of my neck through his heaving breaths, he lightly thrusts his hips again.
Enzo demands orgasm after orgasm from me as he uses me to edge himself—repeatedly fucking me hard and fast before stilling until he’s ready to do it again. I fist the silk binding me to the railing, ferociously pulling at it as another blissfully painful release shoots through me. Slamming into me, Enzo roughly grips my hips and pulls me tight to him. “Look at you,” he grits, clearly in agony and struggling not to come. His hand brushes over my face, pushing back my damp, matted hair as he reaches above me and undoes the tie restraining my wrists. He kisses each of them, placing them each gently beside my head. “So beautiful. Drenched in sweat from being Daddy’s perfect little fuck toy. I can’t wait to see how breathtaking you are when you’re dripping with cum.”
“Please, Daddy,” I implore, with both exhaustion and need, wrapping my heavy arms around his neck.
Enzo circles his hips, eliciting a breathy groan from me. “You don’t have to beg, princess. I can’t stop thinking about pumping my babies into you.” With his hands tangled in my knotted hair, he kisses me sloppily and swallows my cries as he drives into me without abandon. My thighs shake violently against his hips—each thrust dragging against my overstimulated nerves. “Be a… good girl… and take… all of… Daddy’scum,” he pants between vigorous thrusts, his face contorting in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him into me as I come—demanding what he’s promised me—and he groans, “Fuuuuuuck.” His rigid cock throbs inside me, twitching as it spurts his warm release into me. He crumples on top of me, leisurely thrusting through his cum. Burying himself deep, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight to him as we lie in silence. My breathing matches his, and I can feel the racing thud of his heart slowing as his cock grows soft inside me.
A cool breeze blows over the balcony, prickling goosebumps along my sweaty skin and causing me to shiver. “You’re getting cold, princess,” Enzo whispers, with a tinge of concern in his tone. He sits up and pulls me into him, rubbing over my arms. “Come on. Let’s get you inside so I can take care of you.” Before I can protest, he scoops me into his arms with ease, as though I weigh nothing. With my arms slung tightly around his neck, I squeeze a bit too tightly, worried he might drop me. He tightens his hold and insists, “Relax. I’ve got you.”
He stares down at me as we cross the room, gently lowering me onto the bed when we reach it. The satin sheets are cool, and I flinch as they brush against my skin. Enzo returns to the balcony, quickly extinguishing the candles and pulling the door shut. I watch him move through the dimly lit room—the moonlight accentuating his breathtaking naked form—as he heads into the bathroom.
When he returns, he kneels beside the bed with a wet cloth in hand. His expression is soft as he brushes the hair from myface. “Let me clean you up, princess.” I nod, warmth blossoming across my cheeks even though there isn’t an inch of me he hasn’t seen. It’s the intimacy of how he meticulously cleans the sweat from my face before tenderly wiping away the cum smeared across my upper thighs.
After quickly cleaning himself as well, he tosses the towel into the hamper. He climbs into bed beside me, and his arm slips around my waist, pulling me into him. His chest presses to my back, and we curl together like two pieces of a puzzle. We lie in silence, my eyelids growing heavy.
“Are you worried about tomorrow?” Enzo mutters against the back of my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I admit, my stomach tightening a little with uncertainty.How do you tell your brother you’re sleeping with his best friend?“A little.”
Enzo exhales slowly, pulling me closer to him. “We’ll tell him when the time is right,” he says softly. “It doesn’t have to be tomorrow.”
I chew on my lip with nerves. “Do you think he’ll be mad?”
He hesitates. “Yes. At first. He’ll get over it, though.”
I sigh heavily and drape my arms over his, which are resting on my chest. “It’s just… I don’t want to lose him… Or you.”
