Page 103 of Deliah
“She’s full-on,” he said, shaking his head. “But I actually really like her.” He sat on the edge of the bed, stretching out his arms with a sigh. “I think Tommy’s throwing away a good girl there.”
I leaned back against the pillows, watching him. “Some men just can’t handle the chaos.” I looked over at him, smiling. “Not like you. You’ve got all of us in check.”
He stood up and leaned over me, bracing a hand on either side of my hips. “Someone’s gotta take one for the team,” he murmured, stealing a kiss.
“Smug bastard,” I teased, nipping at his lip.
He laughed, then pulled back and grabbed his shirt from the chair. “Alright, I’ve gotta head out to work.” He slipped it on, buttoned halfway, then turned to me with a look that lingered just a second longer than usual.
“Text me if you need anything, yeah?”
“I always need something,” I said, smug.
He smiled—slow, knowing, soft. “Yeah. I know.”
Then he was gone.
By 3 p.m., I was still sun-dazed and stretched out by the pool. The stress from this morning had fizzled into stillness, but the tension inside me hadn’t left. I needed something. A mental release. Him. So I reached for my phone, stepped onto the lounger—naked—and took the photo. Tits up, legs spread, face innocent.
Me:Daddy.
Damion:Yes, baby? You okay?
Me:Just chilling by the pool. *Picture attached.*
The reply was instant.
Damion:Fuck, Deliah.
Damion:What the fuck are you doing to me?
Me:Getting some sun.
Damion:Go to my room. Now. Naked. Wait for me.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I was already on the bed, legs parted, body tingling, when the door burst open twenty-seven minutes later. He stepped in like a storm. Tie loose, shirt unbuttoned, eyes locked on me like prey.
“You think teasing me like that’s cute?”
I gave him a smug grin. “Worked, didn’t it?”
That was all it took. He was on me in seconds—one hand around my throat, the other pinning my wrists above my head as he crushed me into the mattress, his weight heavy, commanding. His cock throbbed through his suit trousers, hard and already angry.
“You want to be used, don’t you?” he whispered against my ear. “You want me to ruin you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He slid two fingers between my thighs, groaning when he felt how wet I was.
“Fucking soaked. You’ve been dripping for me all day, haven’t you? My filthy little toy.”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “All day.”
“Say it.”
“I’m your toy.”
He pulled away.
