Page 81 of Big Daddy Christmas
Like she could resist him if she wanted to, when he knew every inch of her body even better than she did, and he was using that knowledge to drag her back up to that shimmering peak. “Yes, Daddy!”
“That’s my good fucking girl.” He rocked forward, filling her with that delicious burn as he stretched her open impossibly wide. “Come for Daddy, baby. Let me hear you scream for me.”
Gripping the blanket beneath her, she arched up with a cry as his movements turned frantic. Gone were the slow, forceful thrusts from before. Gone was her sophisticated Daddy, replaced by a creature of want and need, a wild thing desperate to claim his mate in every way possible.
And so she gave herself over to it. To him, to her own desperate desire as pain and pleasure wove themselves together inside her, a tapestry of wicked depravity that only they could create.
She shattered with a scream, her body clamping down around him as he buried himself inside her one final time, his own cry of release melding with hers as he filled those deepest, most forbidden parts of her. Claiming her, branding her as his from the inside out.
“Fuck, baby.” His laugh was shaky, and she realized as she slowly came back to the land of the living, that he was leaning against the bed, as if his legs couldn’t hold him up. Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to her ankle, and her heart did a slow roll in her chest at the simple sweetness of the gesture. “That was incredible, Ruby Red. The perfect way to celebrate our engagement.”
“If anyone asks, we went to the bar and ordered a couple glasses of champagne.”
Laughter rumbled through his chest as he brushed another tender kiss across her cooling skin. “Our friends won’t buy that for a second. Especially with all the squirming you’re likely to be doing.”
“I don’t squirm.”
“You do. Especially when you have a plug in that naughty bottom of yours. And it’s adorable.”
“We could skip the plug. I learned my lesson about calling you Bex. I promise.” Even as she said the words, she knew he wouldn’t heed her pleas, but a good brat had to at least try, right?
“Now, now, Ruby Red. What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t follow through on my punishments?”
“The nice kind,” she shot back with a practiced pout.
His lips curved, a slow, wicked grin that sent her heart racing. “But you love it when I’m mean. Don’t you, baby?”
God, she was so fucked-up, because she really, really did. “I plead the fifth.”
“Brat.” Affection warmed his voice as he stared down at her. “I really do love you, Ruby Red. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman in the world for the rest of our lives.”
Fresh tears welled in her eyes. “You already do, every day.”
Running a hand up and down her calf, he grinned that surprisingly boyish smile that had been her undoing from the very start. “Even when I’m overbearing and smothering and you want to stab me in my sleep?”
“Especially then. I know you just want to protect me.” It might drive her crazy at times, but she’d come to understand that his version of control was so very different from the abuse she’d experienced. And even when he drove her crazy, she could now remind herself that it came from a place of love, not simply a need to exert his power over her.
“I do. You’re the most important thing in my life, Ruby Red.”
“Back atcha… Bex.”
Chuckling, he shook his head as he pulled his softening cock free of her and reached for the plug. From his pocket came the naughty girl lube, and she watched, her stomach twisting and her heart pounding as he liberally coated the plug. “You know, I was feeling rather sentimental for a moment there. I was even tempted to relent on the plug, but then you reminded me what a brat you are and how much you need me to be your strict, overbearing Daddy. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Maybe.” There was fresh pain as he pushed the plug back inside her abused hole and the ginger oil went back to work, setting her on fire from the inside out. Wrinkling her nose, she wiggled her hips, as if that would do a damn thing to ease the burning inside her. “I changed my mind. I like sweet, sentimental Daddy better.”
Taking her hands, he helped her to her feet, pulling her into his arms as he dipped his head to brush a kiss across her lips. “Liar,” he said with a laugh. “You’d be devastated if I went soft on you.”
“Maybe. But I wouldn’t be devastated to get rid of this stupid plug.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t. But I like knowing it’s there. That with every step you take, you’ll remember who owns every beautiful inch of you.”
Holding up her left hand, she wiggled her fingers so the ruby sparkled and flashed under the lights. “Isn’t that what this is for?”
“That is for everyone else. This”—he slid his hands down to grab her ass, hauling her up against him—“is just for me. Your Daddy.”
Again her heart did that soft, slow roll in her chest as a sigh slipped past her lips. “How do you make putting a plug in my ass sound romantic?”
“Just a gift, I guess. Come on, let’s get you dressed so we can sneak into the reception.”
