Page 123 of Big Daddy Christmas
That would be the smart thing. The logical thing. To not push herself too far the very first time, to let him focus on her pleasure rather than testing her limits.
But then she would have gone through all this trouble, broken all these rules for nothing.
“No. I want more. Please, Daddy. I want… I want you to hurt me.”
Killian
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Fucking hell, she was going to be the death of him. Staring up at him with those wide, azure eyes, pleading with him to hurt her.
It would take a much stronger man than he to turn down such a request.
Helpless against that breathless plea, he reached for her other breast, gave the knob a slow turn. And watched as her pupils darkened, as the understanding washed over her face.
He was hurting her.
And she was loving every second of it.
Doing his damnedest to ignore the ache in his cock, he gave her a moment to adjust, for the pain to settle a bit before he gave the first clamp another turn. A whimper slipped out, and she immediately rolled her lips together to stop the sound.
That would never do.
Gripping her chin again, he used his thumb to pull her lips apart. “None of that, princess. Tonight I own every whimper, every cry, every scream, and you will not deprive me of them. Say ‘Yes, Daddy’ if you understand.”
Oh, she didn’t like that. If he had to guess, she was fine with submission on her terms. If it was something she wanted to give. But she didn’t want to give him this, and she was going to fight it.
He could wait her out. Simply step aside and refuse to take her any further until she agreed.
But instinct honed by years of business negotiations and scenes had taught him to recognize when someone was going to dig their heels in. And those instincts told him that the woman beneath him was prepared to be very, very stubborn indeed.
Still gripping her chin, he leaned, their gazes locked. “You can either give me your screams voluntarily, or I will rip them from you by force. I will hurt you, and I will keep hurting you until you have no choice but to scream for me. I’m going to give you a count of ten to agree before I decide to get mean. Ten.”
Fear swirled in her eyes, shifting the pale blue to a stormy gray he could lose himself in if he wasn’t careful. But she didn’t answer.
“Nine.”
“Eight.”
A huff of breath through her nose.
“Seven.”
She swallowed, hard enough for him to actually hear it in the otherwise silent room.
“Six.”
More fear in those baby blues, turning frantic now.
“Five. Halfway there, princess. Time to decide.”
Come on, baby. Be a good girl for Daddy.
“Four.”
Her lips parted, but then she immediately pressed them together again, her eyes flashing with defiance.
“Three.”
