Page 55 of Domination

She’s keeping things from me, and I wonder if it’s to do with Bonnie’s biological father. A much-younger man, one she can have more of a future with than I could ever offer.

Gracie

Something happened at dinner, and Vinny has shut down. He’d normally follow me to bed soon after I feed Bonnie so he can have that part of me too.

My gut twists as I consider if it’s something I have done. The way in which Rafael glared at me lets me know he doesn’t approve of my existence, and who can blame him? It’s almost like he can see straight through me. All my secrets exposed to him. Does he realize I will break his father’s heart when he’s trusted me to treasure it?

Will he hate me for what I’m about to do?

Lying in the darkness, I don’t know what time Vinny slips into bed, but when he does, he positions his cock at my entrance and slides inside with a deep sigh, with his arm banding around me. I lower my lips to his tattooed bicep and gift him a kiss. “Something’s upset you,” I whisper into the night. “Is it me?”

“No,” he responds.

“Then what is it?” I turn to face him while remaining pinned by his cock, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He exhales, but when he lifts his eyes to meet mine, there’s vulnerability there that I want to banish. “I don’t like Rocco referring to me as being too old for you.” My mind flicks through the conversation at the dinner table. “He insinuated someone younger was better for you,” he adds for more clarity. My feelings for him twist like knives. He’s hurting, and it’s because of my very presence.

“I don’t want anyone younger. I want you,” I say, then I rest my head on his chest while he raises his arm behind his head to prop it up, enabling him to glance down on me. Feeling his warm, solid body beneath mine sends a flurry of protectiveness through me. Happiness sets sail, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m home despite being so far from there.

“Hmm…” He flicks his gaze down at me. “I don’t like the thoughts of me holding you back, Gracie,” he admits, making my heart squeeze in my chest.

I shake my head, and my hair sways over him. “You’re not. Someone younger couldn’t be my daddy.” I bite into my lip to stop myself from smiling.

“What about Bonnie’s father?” he asks.

My blood turns to ice, and he raises his eyebrow as if aware of my reaction. “Wh-what about him?” I squeak.

“Your father said he was young.” His lips turn up in a sneer, and the vein protrudes on his neck, like it’s taking everything in him to refrain from poking further.

It feels like I can’t control the blood racing around my body as panic sets in.

Our gazes remain locked, and I choose my next words careful, as to not anger him further. “He isn’t in the picture.”

“And if he was?”

I hold his stare, hoping he can see the truth in my eyes, in my very soul. “I want you.”

His shoulders relax and his cock twitches. “How much do you want me, Little Pet.”

“So much,” I pant, and the intensity between us switches to something more.

“Come up here and straddle my face, I want to taste you.” He taps my ass.

“You know what I taste like.” I grin, and he lifts me from his cock and positions me over his face.

“Oh, I think you’re mistaken, Little Pet. Daddy needs to taste all of you.” He licks his lips for emphasis, and a flush of arousal flashes through me. Oh, god, he wants to… “Let me lick the piss from my little pet.” Holy shit. My eyes widen and my pussy clenches.

Before I know what’s happening, he’s holding my ass in place with one hand while pressing on my lower stomach with the other, forcing a squirt of pee to leave me. My mouth falls open in horror, but as I stare into his dark eyes, all I see reflecting back at me is total possession. He owns me, commands every inch of me, and if he wants to take my piss, he will, no matter what. “Hold on to the headboard and watch yourself piss on your daddy while he licks his little pet’s pussy clean.”

I almost fall forward, overcome with stimulation. His filthy words, the degrading act, the tremendous feeling of wanting to please him while desperate for him to getoff on the fact he commands me, have me gripping onto the headboard. I force myself past my self-imposed limitations and give in to deliver a warm stream of piss over his face.

“Oh, god!” I cry out, in part mortification, but I glance over my shoulder to see him working his solid cock furiously, and the way his abs contract like he’s struggling to rein in the control has me removing one hand to pump my aching full breast.

“Oh, fuck, Gracie.” His face twists and his warm mouth covers my pussy, then I push down on him and a feral groan erupts from inside him as he swallows me down. A flick of his tongue has me following behind with my own orgasm, leaving me a panting mess covered in milk.

One thing’s for sure, I don’t know how I’m going to leave my daddy.

And worse, I don’t want to.

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