Page 37 of Kneeling for Daddy
A dark, knowing laugh rattles against the side of my throat. “You’re seconds from coming for me. Tell me you don’t want me. Let me hear you say it, Ani.”
“I—” The word breaks into a moan when he adds pressure to my clit, firm, hard circles that leave my whole body shaking.
“You can’t.” He chuckles, almost triumphantly. “Because you do. You want me. You fucking crave your Daddy.”
I want to deny it, push from this wall and spit in his face, but the orgasm he’s demanding crashes through me, tearing the words from my mouth in a strangled cry. My body convulses as I come on his hand, coating it with my slick release.
Still at the peak of my high and struggling to breathe, Nik spins me again and bends me over the arm of the couch. His cock slams into me in one hard thrust, filling me so quickly that I scream. Without giving me a moment to adjust, he pounds into me. Each brutal thrust is both a promise and a punishment all atonce. He uses his grasp on my hips to drag me into him, gripping tight enough to bruise my skin.
“You’re mine,” he growls, fucking me harder and deeper. “And I’m yours. You are the only fucking smell I want on me. Yourexpensivefucking perfume. Your sweet fucking cunt. You! Do you fucking understand me?”
Tears spill down my cheeks, both ecstasy and my heart tearing open. “Yes…” I sob. “Yes, Daddy.”
His rhythm falters for a few thrusts before he desperately surges even harder. He folds over me, biting my shoulder as my legs begin trembling beneath me. “That’s Daddy’s good fucking girl.”
We come together violently—my pussy clenching around him as he empties his release inside me—as our cries of pleasure fill the apartment. Nik collapses on top of me, his forehead resting against the back of my neck, both of our bodies quivering as we struggle to catch our breath. Still buried deep inside me, he maintains his bruising grip on my hips like I’ll vanish if he lets go.
Curled up on my lap on the couch, Ani is still trembling in my arms with her face buried in my chest like she’s trying to disappear. Our fight is still buzzing under my skin, but I’m not angry, not when I know every word she threw at me came from a place of fear, not hate.
I press my lips to her hairline, breathing in the faint mix of her shampoo and sweat, holding her tight. Tight enough that maybe she’ll feel the truth I haven’t yet found the right words —or time—for.
She sniffles against me. “I don’t… I don’t even know why I said those things.”
“Because you’re scared,” I answer softly. Nothing in my tone but the flat honesty I can give her.
Her shoulders hitch. “You came home smelling like someone else, Nik. What was I supposed to think?—”
I grip the back of her head, firmly but gently fisting her hair, and forcing her to look up at me. Her eyes are red, lashes damp withtears, but fuck, she’s beautiful even like this.Especiallylike this. “Listen to me. I would never put my hands on another woman. Not now. Not ever.”
She swallows hard, her lower lip quivering.
“I mean it, Ani. You never have to doubt that.”
Her eyes search mine, like she desperately wants to believe me but is afraid of being wronged. And I get it. I’ve given her a thousand reasons to mistrust me since the day we were shoved together. But not this. I’ve never given her a reason to doubtus.
I soften my grip, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “You think I’m capable of a lot of shit. And maybe I am. Fuck, IknowI am. But not that.Neverthat.”
Her breath sputters, the last ounce of fight draining from her as she buries her face against my neck in exhaustion. I exhale slowly, unable to deny this gnawing feeling to hold her close and take care of her.
“Come on.” I pull her tighter, scooping her into my arms as I stand before she can protest. She lets out a tiny, surprised gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around my neck. Her weight is nothing as I carry her to the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. Her reddened eyes track me while I toe off my boots and shrug out of my ruined shirt.
As I slide into bed beside her, I pull the blankets over us both and drag her against me. She snuggles into me without hesitation, rests her cheek over my heart, and I can’t help but wonder if she can feel how hard it’s still pounding.
My hand slides down her spine and finds its place at the small of her back, keeping her tucked into me. The thought of herbelieving even for a second that I would betray her makes my chest ache in a way I don’t know how to fucking explain.
“Nik?” Ani’s voice is small and uncertain when she breaks the silence.
“Yes, my little pet?”
“I don’t know if I can do this.” My body tenses, but before I can speak, she continues her soft whispers blowing over my chest, “Not because of you. Because of me. I don’t… I don’t know how to stop waiting for this to implode.”
I tighten my arms around her and press my lips to the top of her head. “Then don’t.”
She shifts, pushing herself onto her elbows, looking up at me with confused eyes.
“Don’t force yourself to stop doubting, or worrying, or whatever the fuck you think you’re supposed to do. Just let me prove it to you. Every day. For however long it takes.”
Her mouth parts, but no words come out.
