“Daddy’s girl has to be punished for going to school like that.”
“I do?”
“Definitely. You can’t be out with nothing hiding that sweet little pussy from other men. It’s all mine now.”
“It is,” I tell him, dropping to my knees without even realizing it. He’s right there in front of me, and I just need one small taste. “How do you punish me?” I ask, leaning into his cock, hoping he will feed it to me.
“You try to run from me, but I don’t let you. I’ll never let you get away from me. Do you know why, Bree?” he asks, still stroking himself, and standing close enough that I can literally smell his pre-cum even if he won’t let me taste it yet. I watch as the thick liquid beads on his head and then slides down to be devoured by his hand as he strokes himself.
“Because I’m Daddy’s little girl?” I whisper, lost in this fantasy he wraps around us. Lost in the way he’s stroking himself. I watch as a bead of pre-cum runs off the head and follows a large, throbbing vein down the shaft. I can’t stand it anymore. I slide over on the floor the small space that separates us and catch the drop on my tongue, before it disappears. It’s just a small taste, but I moan as it hits me, flattening my tongue and licking up his shaft—needing more.
“Fuck yeah baby,” Jax growls, “You’re all mine,” he growls as my tongue laps along the head of his cock. He holds it still for me, and I let my tongue push into that crevice, seeking out more of him—needing it as I need air to breathe. “Jesus, always so fucking eager for me,” he growls, his hand fisting in my hair. He tugs on the roots, a sharp burst of pain trembles through my body as I feel even more wetness gather along the inside of my thighs. There’s nothing that Jax does to me that doesn’t leave me hungry for more. “You’re such a bad little girl. I should make you suck my cock and drain him dry.”
“God, yes,” I moan, but the words come out garbled and end on a hum of pleasure, because he shoves his cock in my mouth right where I want it.
“But that would be rewarding you for being bad wouldn’t it, baby. Cause you love sucking Daddy’s cock.” I don’t answer, but the way I’m sliding up and down on him, definitely does. He tastes so good, and I love the way I can feel his dick throb on my tongue as I suck on him. When he uses the hold he has on my hair to pull me away, I cry out in protest, needing more and pissed off he’s trying to keep me from it.
“Jax!” I plead, his name a prayer on my lips.
“You wanted to know how I punished you, remember Bree?” he asks, and I do, but I wanted to take his cock to the back of my throat and give him pleasure.
When we did that before, I never felt more powerful, more desired, and I want that feeling again. I want to see that desire erupt in him and know that I’m the woman giving it to him.
“Stand up,” he barks, and I want to protest, but when I look up at him, I see the hunger on his face. His hunger…for me. He’s as much a prisoner to our attraction as I am.
I stand on shaky legs, clenching my pussy as I feel a spasm of need move through my body. I’m so wet, I’m pretty sure he can tell it just from looking. My nipples are so hard, they feel like they’re trying to cut through my bra and the feel of the fabric against them is almost torture.
“It’s time Daddy shows you exactly what happens when you’re bad,” he growls, picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom as if I don’t weigh anything. I hold onto him, leaning up to bury my face in the curve of his neck. Kissing the pulse point I find there and stretching further so I can nibble on the lobe of his ear.
“Yes, Daddy, show me,” I tell him feeling a tremor shoot through his body. He’s not going to stop. Finally, I’m going to belong to Jax in every way possible.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Jax
It’s official. I’ve fucking lost it, but I don’t give a damn. When Bree whispers in my ear and calls me Daddy, I can literally feel my balls tighten. Jesus Christ, I’ve never been this hot before. I don’t know what it is, but with Bree, everything is different. It’s better, it’s more intense, and it means everything. I should be shot for binding her to me like this, and hell, I might be when her grandfather and the rest of the world find out. It’s not going to stop me though. I’m taking her.
All thought stops when the little wildcat burrows down against my chest and takes my nipple into her mouth, sucking on it. I feel her tongue curl around the tip, the sucking increasing and then she captures it between her teeth. I moan as she clamps down, and I can’t stop cum from leaking out of my cock. If I don’t make her stop, I’m going to lose it before I ever get inside of her, and that’s never going to work. I want in that tight little pussy more than I want my next breath.