Page 54 of The Vigilant

My eyes flung wide, surprised by the swift punishment of his hand the instant I’d started to seek pleasure on my own. I found his glare, my ass still sparkling from the hit, but this was the first time he didn’t pull his hand away. Either of them.

“Are you going to take care of me?”

The words hit an invisible button. Tynan stilled and then muttered, “I shouldn’t.” He palmed my ass, his fingertips squeezing close to my clenching pussy.

“Then leave so I can take care of myself,” I snapped, frustration cracking through me like whips.

Thwack. Thwack.

I cried out on the first hit and then bucked when the second smack brought his hand close to my slick sex again.

“Fuck,” I spat, my nerves twisted and turned along the edge.

“Ask nicely, my little wasp.” The words were so rough and soft, the endearment so…stunning…I wasn’t sure if I’d heard him or if my horny mind imagined them.

“Please, Tynan,” I repeated, panting as his palm swirled the reddened skin of my ass, soothing and stimulating the needy nerves.

“Say it.”

Instantly, I knew what he meant. The thing he’d told me before not to say. Not because he didn’t like it, but because he couldn’t handle how badly he wanted it.

“Please take care of me…Daddy.”

He tipped forward, like whatever chains had held him back had suddenly been released, and the low groan that released from his chest was that of a starved animal finally allowed to feed.

His hand on my back slid all the way to my neck, cupping it, as his other hand went to the seam of my ass, running deep through the crevice, over my tight hole. My breath hitched like I saw the fuse approaching the bomb. And then his fingers reached my wet pussy.

“Fuck.”

I wasn’t sure if it was his curse or mine as two fingers sank inside me.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. All I could do was stare in the mirror at the man who had me pinned prone to the bed, one hand clamped on my neck, the other curled in my pussy, hisshoulders hunched like he stopped the weight of the world from crashing down on us with just the strength of his shoulders.

My admiration was cut short. Desire was like a knife to my throat, claiming all my focus. The way he twisted and thrust his big fingers inside me,

I heard his growl. Felt the heat of his breath. Registered how close it seemed…and then his teeth were on me, sinking into the flesh of my ass with a strong bite.

“Again,” he growled, flicking his tongue over his bite marks before finding a fresh patch of skin to mark with his teeth.

“Please, daddy,” I whimpered, wishing I could blame the duvet for how muffled and drunk my voice sounded.

His groan was intoxicating. “Don’t make me punish you again.”

Somehow, he managed to twist his hand so his thumb could worry the swollen bud of my clit. Pleasure tore me apart limb from limb. Blood from vein. Cell from cell.

“Don’t lie to me again.”

I tensed, and he felt it, and with a savage sound, he finger fucked me harder.

“Promise you won’t lie to me again,” he ordered, the sounds of his slick fingers moving inside me filling the room. “Promise me, and I’ll take care of this perfect, tight cunt.”

I wanted to promise him, and that was the exact reason I didn’t want to promise him.The greatest battle fought is the one inside oneself.

I wanted to promise him, and it had nothing to do with the orgasm that threatened to ink pleasure on the inside of my skin. I wanted to promise him because I wanted to believe him—to trust him to take care of me in a way everyone had proven to me wasn’t possible before.

A moan burst from my lips like a Trojan horse, carrying the words of my downfall before I even realized.

“I promise, Daddy.” My muscles coiled tighter, promises spilling faster from my throat like desire forced their evacuation. “I’ll tell you the truth, I swear, please, oh please…” I could feel where the bed was wet underneath me, my sex soaking and dripping from his hand. “Please take care of me, Daddy.”

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