Page 47 of Bratva Daddy
"Please," she gasped as I traced lazy circles around her clit without ever touching it. "Please, Daddy, I need—"
"What you need is to learn patience," I said, sliding two fingers into her dripping heat, curling them just right. Her back arched off the bed with a cry. "Your orgasms aren't yours anymore. They're mine to give or deny."
I worked her expertly, building her up slowly this time, learning exactly what made her shake, what made her beg, what brought her right to the edge. And then, just when her walls started to flutter around my fingers, I pulled away completely.
She actually screamed in frustration, pulling hard against the silk restraints. "Please! I was so close—"
"I know," I said calmly, waiting for her to come down slightly before starting again. Two fingers inside her, thumb circling her clit with just enough pressure to build her up but not enough to tip her over. "That's the point."
The second edge was worse for her, better for me. She lasted longer, her body fighting to reach the peak I wouldn't allow. When I pulled away this time, tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
"Please," she sobbed. "Please, I'll do anything—"
"Anything?" I smirked, adding a third finger, stretching her carefully. "Would you let me keep you on edge for hours? Would you beg prettier? Would you cry for Daddy?"
"Yes," she sobbed, and tears actually streaked down her face. "Yes, please, I'll cry, I'll beg, just please let me—"
"Shh," I soothed, free hand stroking her hair while my other hand brought her to the edge for the third time. "Such a good girl, taking what Daddy gives you. Two more times, then you can come on my cock."
The fourth edge nearly broke her completely—back bowing off the bed, wrists pulling so hard against the silk that I worried about bruises, a sound escaping her throat that was part scream, part sob, all desperation.
"One more," I promised, fingers still inside her, feeling her pulse around them. "One more time, baby girl, then Daddy gives you what you need."
"Can't," she sobbed, mascara streaking down her cheeks in black rivers. "Please, I can't—"
"You can," I corrected, beginning to build her up again with slow, deliberate strokes. "You will. Because you're my good girl, and good girls take what Daddy gives them."
This time I used my mouth too, sucking her clit while my fingers worked inside her, and she thrashed against the restraints like something wild. The sounds she made—desperate, animal, completely uninhibited—went straight to my cock. I'd never been this hard, never needed to be inside someone this badly.
When I brought her to the edge the fifth time and pulled away, she broke completely. Sobbing, begging, promising me anything and everything if I'd just let her come. Her whole body shook with need, covered in a light sheen of sweat that made her skin glow in the bedroom light.
"Perfect," I murmured, moving up her body to position myself between her legs. "So perfect for me."
I lined myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock brushing against her soaked pussy, and we both groaned at the contact.
"Look at me," I commanded. "I want to see your eyes when I claim you."
She met my gaze, and I pushed in slowly, so slowly we both shook with the effort of control. She was tight—impossibly tight despite how wet she was, despite my fingers preparing her. I had to work for every inch, her body stretching to accommodate me.
"Daddy," she gasped, the word broken into syllables. "Dad-dy, oh god, Daddy—"
"That's it," I growled, pushing deeper. "Take all of me, baby girl. Every inch."
When I finally bottomed out, fully seated inside her, we both stopped breathing for a moment. The feeling of her—hot, tight, perfect, mine—was almost too much to process. She fit around me like she'd been made for this, made for me.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she babbled, the word becoming a chant, a prayer, the only thing she seemed capable of saying. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, lost in sensation.
"Look at me," I commanded sharply, and her eyes struggled to focus on mine. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You," she gasped as I pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in with one smooth thrust. "Daddy. Alexei. Yours."
"That's right," I growled, beginning to move with slow, deep thrusts that made her whole body shudder. "Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. Mine to breed someday when I decide you're ready."
The last words were unplanned, pulled from some primitive part of my brain, but her reaction was immediate and intense. Her pussy clenched around me so hard I had to stop moving or risk ending this too soon.
"Oh, you like that?" I asked, resuming my thrusts with more force. "The idea of Daddy putting a baby in you? Marking you permanently, inside and out?"
She nodded frantically, beyond words now, just sensation and need. Her legs wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me deeper, and I let her, changing the angle so I hit that spot inside her that made her scream.
