Page 68 of Submitting to Daddy
“—You said you had a lead. And now suddenly, you don’t?”
His footsteps echo back and forth across the hardwood floor.
It’s been three days since that text. Three days since someone decided to poke the hornets’ nest with a cryptic message, leaving us all antsy with no clue what they want.
The door creaks open, and he walks in mid-call. His eyes scan the room, landing on me, submerged in the tub. I roll my head along the edge, watching him as he argues with the poor, sweet man on the other end.
“Don’t tell me you hit a dead-end,” he gruffs, staring at me and undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. He undresses purposefully, each button revealing the tight muscles hidden beneath his shirt. The buckle of his belt clinks when it hits the floor, and by the time he steps out of his pants, I’ve forgotten that Hawk is still on the other end of the phone.
“—No. Don’t bother calling back until you have something useful,” he bites out, hanging up. He tosses the phone onto the vanity and finally turns toward me.
“Does every phone call with Hawk get you this excited?” I tease, my eyes dropping to his semi-hard cock.
“No, my little brat,” he playfully snarls. Stalking toward the tub, his weighty cock swings with every step. “Knowing what’s waiting under those bubbles does.”
My breath stutters.
The water sloshes gently when he climbs into the tub behind me. His legs slide to either side of mine, and I feel the heat of his body press to my back as he settles me between his thighs.
He leans forward, and his lips brush my shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Shouldn’t you be thinking about criminal things when you’re in meetings?” I arch into him slightly. “Or at least paying attention to Hawk when you’re on the phone.”
His hand comes up to stroke along my jaw, tipping my face up.
“My wife is naked in a tub full of bubbles,” he says, voice low, commanding, “and you think I have any idea what the fuck Hawk was talking about.”
The answer is obvious. I feel it against my lower back, thick and hard, pressing up beneath me.
“No,” I whisper. “Guess not.”
He smirks and slides his hand down my chest until it’s beneath the water’s surface, cupping my breast. His thumb brushes my nipple, slow and teasing, until I can no longer stifle my moan.
“That’s right, firecracker,” he praises. “You know better than to doubt where Daddy’s attention is.”
I moan softly when his other hand dips between my thighs, parting them under the water. His fingers circle my clit with agonizing slowness, and I squirm in his lap, grinding into his hand. The feel of him—strong and unrelenting behind me—sets me on fire.
“Such a needy little thing, huh?” His breath skims over my neck.
“Daddy—” The word leaves me on a shaky breath.
“I’ve got you,” he growls, his voice deep and possessive. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you and make your little pussy feel so good.”
“Fuck… It already feels so good,” I pant.
“Daddy knows exactly how you like it.”He does.He knows every sound I make. Every shift in my body. Every tiny tremble that says I’m close. His teeth scrape gently against my neck, his rhythm picking up as he plays me like an instrument he’s been proficient in for years.
“Come for me.” His fingers bring me right to the edge. Rolling my clit firmly between his fingers, he demands, “Tell me who you belong to when you come.”
“I’m yours,” I breathlessly scream. “Only yours, Daddy.”
Cillian’s pleased groan vibrates against my neck. His strong hands grip my waist, and he lifts me slightly. “Such a good girl.” He guides me forward, and I feel the thick head of his cock nudging against me. “Relax,” he whispers. “Let Daddy’s big cock into your little pussy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I sink down onto him slowly, inch by inch, and we both groan as I stretch around him. Once I’ve taken all of him, I still, clutching at his thighs.
“Ride me,” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear. “Show me what a needy little slut you are.”
Using my grip on his thighs for leverage, I roll my hips slowly. The drag of him against my walls is pure heaven—his girthy length rubbing every sensitive spot. The water ripples with every swirl of my hips as heat coils low in my belly.
