Page 59 of Forever His Brat

She ran her tongue across her bottom lip, suddenly nervous, but she closed her eyes tight. She didn’t need to keep them shut for long. The blindfold he tied into place soon made it unnecessary.

As always, the sudden loss of sight seemed to ramp up her other senses. She found herself concentrating on the sounds, trying to identify them. Her nostrils flared as his hand caressed her cheek. She could smell the scent of the soap he used.

Sam threaded his fingers through her hair, close to her scalp, and tugged her head back. Her mouth opened in a gasp and then his lips were pressing down on hers. His tongue invaded her mouth like he was trying to devour her. How could she do anything but melt against him?

It was a short but consuming kiss. When he broke away, she felt suddenly lost and clung to him. He pried her hands off his clothes firmly. “Wait here.”

He didn’t go far. She could hear him moving around the room. The sound of a grunt as if he were lifting something heavy.

Her head turned constantly, tracking the sounds and trying to guess what they meant. Both hands were slightly extended, grasping at nothing.

“I’m right here, Charlie,” he assured her at one point. A few minutes later he took her in his arms and was guiding her down to her knees on the thick carpet.

The fire was warm against her skin. She realized he’d moved the chairs away to make room for them on the floor directly in front of the fireplace. “It’s been so long since we’ve done this,” she said, practically whispering.

“I know. Too long. But we’re fixing that.” He tugged her hair. “Who do you belong to, Charlie?”

“You.” It was hesitant, almost a question.

“And who am I?”

He wasn’t looking for his name and she knew it. She was tempted to say it anyway. Just to push a little and see what would happen.

But she already knew and her bottom, pressing into her heels, tingled in reminder. “My Daddy. My Dom.” She hesitated. “My fiancé.” She didn’t get enough chances to call him that, so she had to throw it in.

He chuckled. “That’s right. Who makes the decisions in this relationship, Charlie girl?”

That one stuck her and for a long moment she was silent. “We do. Together.”

He reached out and stroked her cheek. “That’s right. Because this is a partnership. I’m in charge because you wanted me to be, because we decided together that I would be the boss. So, who makes the final decisions?”

That one she knew the answer to immediately. “You do, Daddy.”

“Are you still happy with that? Is that what you still want?” His voice was soft, questioning.

Charlie didn’t even need to think about it and the “Yes!” burst from her immediately. “This is what I want, Daddy. It’s what I need, and it works.”

“I just wanted to be sure, and I wantedyouto be sure. We’ve been through a lot in the past few months—hell the whole year has been one mess after another. And then with me letting some of the D/s part of our relationship drop—well, this is part of the reconnecting.”

His hand wrapped around her neck and then glided down firmly. His skin was rough against her, and it felt good, especially when he cupped one breast and squeezed. “You’re mine, Charlie.”

She swallowed hard. “Yes D-Daddy.” Was that high breathy voice hers?

His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. They flattened and ran over her curves, caressing her generous hips, spreading her thighs wide. His hand plunged between them and cupped her soaked heat possessively.

He repeated the same phrase, almost like a mantra. “You’re mine, Charlie.”

Each time he said it, she felt a little thrill of excitement. Her hunger grew and she ground down into his hand, desperate for him to do more than hold her drenched pussy. His laugh made it clear that she was being obvious.

Charlie didn’t care. She was beyond decorum. Too full of need to worry about embarrassing herself.

He released her, ignoring her whine of complaint. A few minutes later her wrists were cuffed behind her back, and he’d spread her legs far enough that her lower lips gaped open and vulnerable.

Something narrow and smooth slid across her thatch of tight curls, questing between the folds and then she felt a flicking motion as it slapped her clit. She jumped, instinctively pulling away from the sting.

“Nope, you stay right where you are, Charlie. You’re going to take this pain for me, aren’t you?”

The words were liquid, filled with heat and they washed over her. She wanted to please him. “Yes—yes Daddy,” she assured him.

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