Her deer in the headlights look made his cock pulse.
“Daddy, I?—”
“Is it ever acceptable to hit your Daddy, Darkling?” he said slowly as he brought her fingers to his lips.
“No, Daddy. But I didn’t mean to.”
“Never known your hand to act on its own before. Tell me,naughty girl, what happens to bad girls who smack their Daddy’s hand away when he’s trying to touch what’s his?”
The quickening of her pulse and the darkening of her eyes told him she was in just the space he wanted her.
“N-no, Daddy. But I thought?—,”
“You thought what, little girl? You thought Daddy would just ignore it, didn’t you?” He deepened his tone and spoke in his darkest Daddy voice. “You thought wrong.”
Her breath caught. She bit down on her lower lip.
His mouth twitched with satisfaction. Fresh tension crackled between them, thick and undeniable.
“Take back the button comment.”
He slid one hand to the nape of her neck and fisted it gently in her hair. The soft strands wrapped around his fingers, and he felt the little shiver that ran through her at the light tug.
“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She could barely breathe.
His mouth curved into a slow, predatory smile. “Darkling,” he warned, voice low and rough, “you either take it back… or I’ll make you.”
He pulled her face toward his and brushed his lips against hers — a teasing, barely-there touch that made his blood heat and his control fray at the edges.
“Oh yeah?” That challenging look he adored lit her eyes.
If she thought he wouldn’t follow through, she’d seriously underestimated him. It was time to play, and that look told him his sexy girl was all in.
She lifted her head and bit his bottom lip. Not hard enough to hurt, but her intent was easy to read.
He flipped her back over onto her hands and knees, bringing his hand down three times on her round ass, enough to sensitize her skin but not to punish.
She looked over her shoulder and said, “Make me.”
He sucked in air. Fuck. He wasn’t sure what had come over her,but he liked it. If she needed the response she knew would come if she challenged him, everything inside him was happy to oblige.
“Careful, Darkling,” he said, his voice deep and dangerous. “You have a Daddy who bites back.”
He felt a quiver shake her as she slid her legs open and arched her ass up, showing him her slick pussy. When she arched even farther, he grabbed her hips and pressed his thick cock against her. At the heat of her pussy, everything else disappeared. There was only Tazzy and the passion all but exploding around them.
“You’re making a lot of promises, Daddy,” she murmured.
He grabbed her hips and flipped her back over. Pinning her to the bed with his body, he claimed her mouth, all traces of gentleness gone. The kiss turned hard and demanding, fierce enough to bruise, as he held her exactly where he wanted her. What started as hunger quickly burned into something darker, more primitive, a raw male need that clawed its way free from deep inside him.
Tazzy melted under the assault, her body going soft and pliant one moment and rocking against him the next, like some kind of erotic ballet.
She did this to him. She brought out the wildness he usually kept chained down. Power surged through his veins, thick and hot, mixing with a bone-deep need that went far beyond tonight. He wanted to tease her, claim her, and settle himself so deep inside her she’d never forget who she belonged to.
She gasped into his mouth, still kissing him back just as desperately.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. Pulling back, he flicked the taut peak, knowing his girl liked a touch of pain. She gasped, then met his gaze, challenge in her eyes.
An amused smile on his face, he pushed himself up, bracketing her shoulders between his arms. Quick as lightning, she reached down and grabbed his cock.