Page 39 of Submitting to Daddy
“Take it,” I growl. “Take every fucking inch. Show me who you belong to.”
“You… Fuck… I’m yours, Daddy… Always.”
I reach between us and rub her clit again, needing her to fall with me this time. Her entire body clamps down around me, her final orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of electricity. She screams my name, every muscle of her body shaking beneath me. And it’s my undoing. I thrust deep one last time, and my orgasm explodes through me. I bury my face in her neck and groan her name as I come inside her, my cock twitching, spilling my release into her until there’s nothing left. Exhausted, I collapse on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat and hearts pounding in tandem.
Staying inside her, I kiss softly along her jaw. My lips trail over her flushed skin as we both struggle to catch our breath and come down from our high. “I fucking love you, firecracker,” I whisper.
She lies beneath me, fully satiated. She smiles as I brush the matted hair from her face, but I can’t miss the flicker of sadness in her eyes before she tucks her face in the crook of my neck. She presses her lips to my skin and whispers, “I love you, Daddy.”
Standing in the open doorway of my apartment, Cillian’s lips press against mine with fierce urgency. He pulls away slowly, his hand lingering on the small of my back. He stares down at me, his eyes dark and conflicted. “Fuck. I hate leaving you,” he confesses, his voice rough and almost breaking. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
I nod, unable to form words, watching as he slowly turns and walks away. His footsteps echo down the stairwell, each a painful countdown. The sound of the final footstep fades, and I step into my apartment and close the door.
My back leans against it, and I’m unable to move. I slide down the door slowly, crumpling into a heap on the hardwood floor. The cold chills my bare skin, but it doesn’t touch the fireburning inside me. The tears I’ve been holding back for hours spill over, unstoppable, streaming silent trails down my cheeks.
The web of lies I’ve spun so carefully—the half-truths and facades of cover—he loves them. He doesn’t love me. He loves the girl I became to investigate him. It’s only a matter of time before he finds out.
I curl tighter, rocking slightly, trying to steady the ragged breaths as I choke on my heavy sobs. I’m not an undercover agent anymore. I gave up the life I was building the minute I flushed those cameras down the toilet, severing the tie for good when I didn’t alert anyone to the danger Frankford was in. I gave it all up for him. But when he finds out who I am—a woman with a secret so heavy it threatens to crush us both—he’ll never forgive me. My whole world will come crashing down because I’ll lose the only thing I have left.
Him. And his amazing family.
The pain and guilt claw their way through my ribs, squeezing until I’m gasping for air.
After what feels like hours, I finally push myself up from the floor. My legs are shaky, my hands trembling as I reach for my purse. The small weight of my phone feels impossibly heavy in my palm. With trembling fingers, I dial the number I know by heart. The first ring echoes in my ear before the familiar voice answers.
“Hi, Madd?—”
“Mom…” My voice breaks before I can stop it, sobbing into the microphone.
“Oh, Maddie. Sweetheart.” Her voice sounds as broken as mine. “What’s wrong?”
I swallow hard, fighting the lump lodged in my throat. “I screwed up, Mom. I screwed up so fucking bad.”
“What happened, sweetheart?”
I close my eyes, the tears flowing anew. “I fell… I fell for the one man I knew I shouldn’t.”
There’s silence on the other end of the line. “I don’t understand,” she shares, her tone filled with confusion. “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”
“I shouldn’t have been. It was so fast. And… It just happened,” I confess.
“Is he a man from work?” she asks, trying to understand.
“No. I mean… yes. Sort of.”
“Maddie. You aren’t making any sense.”
I swallow hard. “He’s my target.”
“Oh… Maddie,” Mom exhales, her voice laced with empathy and disappointment.
“I threw it all away for him. Everything Dad and I worked so hard for. My chance to follow in his footsteps. I set my entire career on fire because I love him.”
“Maddie, you didn’t throw anything away,” she insists. “You’ve made a choice. I won’t lie and say I agree with it, but you’ve made a choice.”
“Mommy…” I sob, my heart breaking.
“Let me finish.” My mother’s voice softens, a lifeline in the spiraling storm. “I might not agree with the side you chose. But Madison, I know you. You’ve fearlessly followed your heart since you were a little girl. I can’t promise I’ll eversupport the decision. But if it’s the one your heart wants, I know beyond any doubt that it’s the right decision for you.”
