Page 45 of Bratva Daddy
I unbuckled my belt with deliberate slowness, the leather sliding through the loops with a whisper that seemed to echo in the silence. Her eyes tracked every movement, focused on my hands with an intensity that made my cock throb. She'd probably imagined this—kneeling for me, waiting to service me, to be used for my pleasure.
The belt came free, and I set it aside carefully on the nightstand. Not for now, but she'd feel it later. When she'd earned that particular lesson about consequences.
My fingers found my zipper, and I heard her breathing quicken. "Open your mouth, little one," I commanded, nottouching her yet, making her wait in position. "Time to learn how Daddy likes to be serviced."
She obeyed immediately, pink lips parting, tongue visible, absolutely fucking perfect in her submission. The sight of her—my Clara, my baby girl, waiting on her knees with her mouth open for me—nearly broke my control entirely.
"Wider," I instructed, and she complied, jaw dropping further.
I traced her lower lip with my thumb again, feeling the wet heat of her breath. "This mouth belongs to me now. You'll take what I give you, swallow what I tell you to swallow, and thank me for the privilege. Understood?"
She nodded as much as she could with her mouth open, a tiny whimper escaping that I chose to ignore. For now.
"Good girl," I said, and watched her whole body react to the praise—shoulders relaxing, eyes fluttering, a visible shudder of pleasure. "Such a good girl, ready to learn how to please Daddy."
My fingers found the waistband of my pants, and I watched Clara's eyes go wide as I pushed them down along with my boxers in one smooth motion. The small gasp she made—part shock, part want—sent satisfaction through me dark as aged vodka.
"Oh," she breathed, staring at my cock like she'd never seen one before. Maybe she hadn't, not really. College boys with their quick fumbling in dorm rooms didn't count. This was different.
I was harder than I'd ever been, my cock thick and heavy, the head already glistening with precum from watching her submit so perfectly. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, an unconscious gesture that made me throb.
"Scared, little one?" I asked, threading my fingers through her hair, not pulling yet, just holding.
"No," she whispered, then more honestly, "Maybe a little. You're . . . bigger than . . ."
"Than college boys who didn't know how to use what they had anyway?" I finished for her, and watched color flood her cheeks. "You'll learn to take all of me. In your mouth, in your pussy, everywhere I want to put it. But we'll start slow."
I guided her forward with the hand in her hair, until my cock brushed her lips. She opened immediately, obedient, but I didn't push in yet.
"Tongue out," I instructed, and she obeyed, pink tongue extending past her lips. I rubbed the head of my cock against it, painting her tongue with precum, watching her eyes flutter at the taste. "Good girl. Now just the head. Wrap your lips around it and suck gently."
She took me in slowly, lips stretching around my thickness, and the wet heat of her mouth made my vision blur for a second. Christ, she looked perfect like this—on her knees, mouth full of my cock, eyes watering slightly from the stretch.
"Breathe through your nose," I coached when she started to panic slightly at the intrusion. "Relax your throat. You don't need to take it all yet. Just what you can handle."
She pulled back slightly, then took me in again, finding a rhythm. Her tongue moved experimentally against the underside, and when she found the spot that made me groan, she focused there with single-minded determination.
"Fuck," I growled, fingers tightening in her hair. "That's it, baby girl. Just like that. Use your hand on what you can't fit in your mouth."
Her small hand wrapped around the base of my cock, moving in rhythm with her mouth, and the combination was almost too much. She was a quick study, cataloging what made my breath hitch, what made my hips jerk forward involuntarily.
"Look at me," I commanded, and her eyes lifted to meet mine. The sight of her—tears streaming from the effort, lips stretchedobscenely around my cock, looking up at me with such trust—nearly ended me right there.
"You're doing so well," I praised, using my grip on her hair to guide her pace. "Such a good girl, learning how to please Daddy. A little deeper now. I know you can take more."
She whimpered around my cock but tried, taking another inch, then another, until she gagged slightly and had to pull back.
"Shh, it's okay," I soothed, letting her catch her breath. "We have time to train that throat properly. Make it mine completely. Would you like that? Learning to take all of Daddy's cock down your throat?"
She nodded eagerly, then took me back in her mouth without being told, sucking harder now, hand moving faster. Her other hand came up to cup my balls, rolling them gently, and fuck if she wasn't a natural at this.
I watched her work, this beautiful girl who'd been mine for less than an hour, servicing me like she'd been born for it. Every pull of her mouth, every swirl of her tongue, every moment of eye contact that said she wanted to please me, wanted to be good for me.
But I needed more. Needed to be inside her properly, needed to claim her completely.
"Stop," I commanded, pulling her off my cock by her hair. She whined at the loss, actually whined, like she'd been enjoying it as much as I had. "As perfect as that mouth is, I have other plans for you."
I pulled her to her feet, crushing my mouth to hers, tasting myself on her tongue. She melted against me, arms coming up around my neck, and I lifted her easily, carrying her to the bed.
