Page 44 of Domination

“I need you to be ready in half an hour. Can you do that for me?”

“Uh-huh.” She nods like she is dumbstruck.

“Good girl.” I throw the sheet off us both, then rise from the bed. “Up.” Bending over, I slap her ass, then wince when I remember the lack of aftercare last night. It’s almost as if I’ve given up on the submissiveness of a pet, and instead, it’s formed into a relationship of acceptance. One I like maybe a little too much.

Still, aftercare is just as important for a partner, sowith that thought in mind, I stride toward the bathroom to grab the soothing lotion from the cabinet.

When I return, my entire body stills, my breath stolen from my lungs. Jesus, she’s stunning, beautiful and innocence combined.

Purity at its rarest.

“Vinny, you’re staring at me.” She tilts her head and lets out a small giggle.

My heart kicks a beat at the way she uses my name, and I delight in the feelings she brings out of me. Flicking the cap on the lotion, I make my way over to her. “Daddy needs to take care of you,” I soothe, grazing my fingers over her reddened ass cheeks. “Then we’re going to shower, and I’m going to fill you with cum again before we leave for breakfast.”

She glances over her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowing. “Fill me again?

“Hmm,” I croon. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Color rises from her chest and up her face, and I don’t miss the excitement in her eyes. Fuck, I want to give her that joy every goddamn day of her life.

“Now, open your legs for me to take care of you.”

Gracie

After Vinny and I showered, he filled me with cum and brought me to orgasm. He told me it’s the first time he’s been late in his life and he didn’t like it, but he was smiling, leaving me uncertain as to how much he didn’t like it.

He took Bonnie from her crib to allow me time to get dressed and left me with strict instructions not to shower again but to wear panties.

My ass is sore and the wetness between my legs coats the inside of my thighs with each step, and when I hear his deep chuckle from the kitchen as he speaks to Bonnie, more of his cum slips from me, causing the fabric to become wetter.

There’s nothing hotter than a strong man playing with a baby, and when I lean my hip against the doorframe, I’m conflicted. Bonnie hasn’t had a male role model before now, but neither have I. Is it cruel of me to take her away from the man she clearly adores?

She’s in the new highchair that Hazel ordered for her,and Vinny is sitting opposite her, scooping up the freshly prepared food suitable for a baby.

“Here we are, Bon-Bon, another spoonful of yummy.” Vinny swoops the spoon down into Bonnie’s waiting mouth, and she happily accepts it. “Clever girl.” My stomach twists with hope, and an incredible sense of guilt too. I’m stealing this from her, from them both.

Massio clears his throat, and when Vinny lifts his head, he jerks his chin in my direction, making Vinny aware of my presence.

My spine bolts straight, and I scan Massio, wondering if he will be joining us on our outing today. Who am I kidding? Of course he will. Vinny is a Mafia don; wherever he is, there’s danger. Echoing my thoughts, Massio checks the clip on his gun, then tucks it into his waistband. My eyes flick over to Vinny, who is watching me with narrowed eyes, and a gun tucked behind his back has reality hitting me like a Mack truck.

I need to continue with my plan if I want my daughter to have the life she deserves.

“Pa!” Bonnie shrieks with glee, and Vinny’s face breaks out into an amazing smile, and he turns his attention back toward her. Her words and his actions have my insides twisting and my legs feeling like they’re going to buckle.

What the hell am I doing?

“Papa is going shopping with momma.” He turns to face me, pulling me from my wayward thoughts. “Because momma was a bad girl and couldn’t do as she was told yesterday.” I roll my eyes, and his upper lip twitches. “Come say your goodbyes.” He holds his handout to haul me toward him, then he places a kiss on top of my head and strokes my hair like he’s unable to help himself. “Then meet us outside, Massio and I need to discuss business.” I nod like an obedient pet.

My eyes catch onto Massio, and I swear he’s wearing a glare of contempt, but it’s quickly masked, and only when they leave the room do I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Morning, my little Bon-Bon,” I coo, stealing Vinny’s nickname for her, and as soon as the words leave my lips, the familiar sliver of guilt trickles into my veins and nausea courses through me, causing me to clutch the kitchen counter.

“Are you okay, honey?” Hazel’s concerned voice filters through my senses, and I nod, but she doesn’t seem convinced. “Should I tell Vinny you’re not feeling well?”

I stand taller, releasing the counter. “I’m fine.”

She tilts her head, eyeing me skeptically. “If you say so.”

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