Page 20 of His Dark Discipline

“Just for you, Daddy…”

I press back against him as he seizes my hips with his rough hands. When he enters me, I moan long and deep, feeling every one of his amazing inches. There’s a fresh stretch as he explores with his cock, finding new spots that excite me more.

This is it, I think as he begins to fuck me. There’s a dirty, slapping sound every time our bodies collide, and instead of feeling shy or uncomfortable, I feel as though I’m easing into a role I was born to play.

My daddy’s little fuck toy.

“Your pussy is perfect,” Damon pants, tightening his grip on my waist. “So fucking perfect. I can’t believe you are mine, baby.”

“I’m so fucking yours,” I moan back. “Your cock is huge, Daddy. So fucking big.”

“You love it, don’t you?”

“God, I love it,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back in my head. But then Damon does something I don’t expect. Instead of fucking me harder, he snatches a fistful of my hair and pulls, forcing me to arch my back.

He turns my face so I’m looking at him and brings his eyes to mine.

“And I love you.”

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Damon

I never thought I would say those words.

I never thought I would be capable of doing so.

A monster like me? A criminal? Never. But I just did, and I feel like a better man because of it.

But there’s a tenseness in my chest as I stare into my princess’ eyes. She hasn’t answered yet. Will she?

She sees my scar. She knows the kind of man I am – the monster this life made me into.

I see a life together with her now. One with her by my side and nothing to stop me. But a life that is fit for her. Not a life of crime and darkness, decadence and depravity. A life I’ve made steps already to provide for her. But will she take it?

Will she answer me?

“I…” I hang on her every word. Her open lips, the soft look in her eyes that could mean anything.

Please, I think, feeling vulnerable for the first time since I can remember. Tell me what I need to hear.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

Her words cascade over me like a warm rain, bathing me in relief and bliss. Closing my eyes, I crush my lips against hers in the deepest kiss I’ve ever given. I hold it there, our bodies entwined, her womanhood clenched down on my manhood until I’ve processed the reality of what just happened.

I won’t be a monster anymore.

I’ll change for her.

No.

She changed me.

I collapse on top of her, pressing her prone on the bed beneath me. Her soft skin and firm, teenage body are like drugs to me. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her scent. My cock is a throbbing bar of heat between my legs, stretching the walls of her virgin hole.

My hole.

“You belong to me,” I tell her, panting like a dog as I thrust inside her. “Whose pussy is this?”

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