Page 91 of The Vigilant

“Yes.”

“Yes?” I rasped deep, pressing my thumb between her lips.

Sutton let out a soft moan that made my dick twitch, especially when she tongued the tip of my thumb.

“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured demurely when I removed my finger.

I groaned, feeling like I could come again just from hearing her call me that.

I’d never engaged in this kink before. I’d thought about it—fantasized about it—and knew enough to know there were all kinds of depths it could go to, but this was where I wanted it to stay. Given that our age difference was big enough to be considered legal in its own right, I didn’t need nor want her to pretend she was any younger than she already was.

I didn’t need age play or dress-up or any other fucking thing besides this: to be her Daddy. Her protector. Her possessor. Theman who would always take care of her.The man she could always count on.

I also didn’t want to change who she was. I didn’t want her fight to always submit to me.Only in here. Like this.

“Good girl.” The most basic, most feral kind of need skated through my body. Like a part of me had been missing for thirty-nine years, and now I’d just found it. “Now stand up and take off your clothes. You owe me an explanation for each of your tattoos.”

Her eyes flashed.

Punishments didn’t always have to be physical. And after what she’d just done to me, this one was going to be a helluva lot more than a spanking.

Chapter Nineteen

Tynan

Iwrapped a towel around my waist, needing some kind of physical barrier to remind my cock that was all it was going to get tonight.

The rest was about her.

She rose and stripped with the silent authority of a queen sitting on her throne, discarding her clothes like she never needed their protection anyway. Piece by piece, she unwrapped the memory of my favorite fantasy and made it my reality.

The dim bathroom lights highlighted the soft curves of her upturned face. The full arcs of her lush mouth. The button peak of her nose. The glittering centers of her eyes, like diamonds surrounded by coal.

There was something about her gaze, I couldn’t tear myself away from it. Not when her shirt came off, baring her studded, dusky nipples. Nor when she shimmied out of the black leggings, her lack of underwear revealing the bare crease of her cunt. Even from here, I could see the glisten of wetness on the inside of her thighs.

My mouth dried. Like this, she looked too small to take me. Like I’d split her right down the seam of her pretty tattooed torso if she tried to fit my cock inside her. But she would…if she wanted.

I went closer to her, my cock straining against the terry towel. Her gaze never broke from mine, and when I was close enough, I cupped her face, holding it like a willing prisoner.

“Did seeing my cock make you wet, little wasp?”

Hell, if I were a betting man, I bet the nickname alone had her sweet little pussy dripping. She wasn’t used to protection or support, let alone the tender intimacy of a pet name.

Fuck, I wanted to give her everything she should’ve had—everything she could ever want.

I pressed my thumb on her chin, forcing her lips to part. “Answer.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her eyes danced.

I lowered my head, her mouth straining up to meet mine, but I stopped before I kissed her. I stopped a breath away from ravaging her mouth and losing what was left of my sanity and instead praised her, “Good girl.”

I forced myself back, letting my eyes swing lower onto her chest. “Tell me about these.”

I pressed my finger to her sternum and then traced the tattoos mirrored on either side of her sternum that wrapped along the lower curve of each breast. Two dainty scorpions, the lines featherlight as they outlined a series of dots inside the bodies of the beasts.

Her eyes flashed wildly for a split second.

I was intoxicated by the fight in her; it was as simple as that. A fight to be seen. To be strong. To succeed. To survive. And to be loved.

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