Her chest fills with a deep, settling breath, and her shoulders relax. Taking advantage of the drop in tension, I inch a step forward, closing the space between us to something far more intimate.
“What do you feel?” I ask as my hand comes up to toy with a lock of her hair. Her lips fall open and her eyelids dance a bit lower.
“I was angry when I saw you tonight.” She shifts on her feet, relaxing. “But now...” She stops herself, and I feel her fear of what might come next. I’m aroused and desperate to hear every thought and feeling. I want it. All of it.
“Just say it. Say the words, Willow. What are you feeling right now?”
My other hand comes to her neck, gliding my fingers to the back, snaking slowly up into her silken hair until my fingers close and I feel her melt. I tangle them tighter, pulling her head back an inch and holding it there, steady, forcing her eyes to stay with me.
“Like I’m in a dream.” Her words seep over her lips in a slow dance. My face is down close enough for me to breathe them in. I want all of her to be part of me. I want her to melt into me. To give me all of herself. So that I can be the man she deserves. The only man she will ever need.
Need.
I need her to need me. In every way.
“Is it a good dream? Or a nightmare?” I ask as my lips come to her forehead. I don’t kiss her. I rest them there, holding her steady, urging her to give more. To offer what I need.
Her body shudders as I listen to her gather a nervous breath before answering.
“I don’t know which it is. I think maybe it’s both. Because I’m scared to death, but it feels like all the good dreams I’ve ever had may actually come true. Because you’ve been in my dreams. For such a long time.”
Her words drive a stake through my heart. Knowing she’s felt this way tears at me. It sends the pounding in my cock into overdrive. My mouth waters as my lips touch her flesh, the thoughts of my tongue slicing into her soaking cunt more than I can bear.
I pull my lips from her forehead, just enough to form the words. “Do you remember the note I wrote in the book?”
She nods and I pull her hair back, our lips fighting to touch.
She doesn’t answer, so I continue. “You will always be my princess. Mine. Then I signed it. Daddy.”
Even then those were the words I thought of constantly. She was mine from that first moment.
“And now? What am I now?” Her question feels scorching hot, like flames lapping up from my feet to my face.
I close any available space left between us. Her softness first touches the hardest part of me. Then I feel the swell of her breasts flatten against the flat of my chest. The pain of my longing for her folds in and over on itself, thickening my erection.
The green in her hazel eyes darkens and there is no longer any denying the desire in me. I shift and gently rub my length into her soft curves, feel the way she turns her hips, just ever so slightly, every one of my senses heightened, focused solely on her. I swear, in this state I can even smell the subtle differences in her desire. Her pheromones call to me. The scent of lust as it releases from her skin.
“You are mine.” I can’t help it. I won’t let her go again. “You are my princess.”
I imagine my face centered between her legs. It’s a fantasy that has played over and over in my mind, millions of times. I want to taste her. To take her into myself in every way. Her flesh between my teeth as her cries of pain and desire fill my ears. I want to love her and hurt her and own her and care for her, in ways most would not understand.
“And you are...who are you to me?” Her lips move against mine. The kiss that is taunting us will set in motion something I may not be able to stop, and I think Willow senses what is at stake.
“Don’t think, Willow. Just say it. You tell me. When you think of me...when you want to call to me, what would you say?” I grind my hard on against her and listen to the halted breath, the moan she tries to stifle.
Our eyes lock. Lips brushing lips with each breath and word, as I hold back the quaking orgasm she’s pulling forth within me. Not even a touch, not a brush of fingertips, but I’m on the edge, cum already seeping out, my balls tight with anticipation. She is a prize I’ve waited too long to claim.
Her eyes fall shut as she lets go of all the pain, all the heartache. “I would call you Daddy.”
My lips mount hers in a rush, I let the years of repressed desire go as my cum sprays into my pants. That word means more to me that she could possibly know. I cum so hard, I feel as though my body and my soul are being torn in two.
Being a Dominant is about control. But
tonight she’s taken my orgasm from me, and it tells me what I’ve known for so long.
I belong to her as much as she belongs to me.
My tongue takes her mouth. There is no time for subtlety or soft innuendo. There is an eruption, an explosion, something the beast inside me has wanted for so long.