Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
"No, little one," he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he stares down at me. "This is a private apartment."
I blink rapidly, trying to process this new information. "You live here?"
He laughs again, the sound deep and rich. "No one lives here, Davina. Roman keeps it for his brother, but his brother never uses it. So he gave me the key."
"Oh." I blink up at him. "Why?"
His expression softens, a hint of gentle rebuke creeping into his tone. "Your first time shouldn't be in a BDSM club, little girl. Did you really think Daddy would take you on a bed that's been defiled by others?" His brows slash together, possessiveness sweeping through his expression. "Absolutely not. My little girl deserves only the best."
My heart flutters wildly, and something deep within my stomach stirs. I'm not sure where this man came from, but I desperately want to keep him. He's every fantasy I've ever had, wrapped up in a beautiful, commanding package.
I love it so much.
He strides through the apartment, carrying me straight to the bedroom. I can't help but gape at the sheer luxury of the space. The bed is a huge four-poster, draped in silk and velvet. The pillows are plump and inviting, and the sheets are made of the softest fabric. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room. Everywhere I look are touches of opulence and extravagance. It's like stepping into a fairy tale fantasy. It's as elegant and beautiful as the club downstairs, only far more intimate and inviting.
Eager to explore, I squirm in his arms, practically begging him to put me down so I can see everything up close.
He sets me on my feet, watching me with a smile as I wander around the room, touching the soft fabrics and admiring the intricate details. When I turn back to face him, he's draped his suit jacket over a chair and is carefully removing his tie. I freeze, captivated by his movements.
His gaze tangles with mine.
"What are you doing?" I breathe, slipping into the baby girl role instinctively.
His smirk deepens, his eyes darkening with lust. "Getting ready to play, baby girl."
"Oh," I swallow, shifting from one foot to the other, watching him from beneath my lashes. "What are we going to play?"
"You're going to close your eyes and lay on the bed…"
"Uh-huh," I whisper, my eyes wide as he stalks toward me, working on the buttons of his shirt.
"Daddy is going to slide your dress up around your hips…"
"You shouldn't do that."
"Daddy can do what he wants, little girl," he growls.
I shiver at the rough sound of his growl, anticipation boiling through me. God help me, this man is some kind of beautiful I've never experienced before. My whole body is on fire, burning up with need.
"I'm going to peel your panties down your legs…"
His shirt gapes open, revealing his chest. I lose the ability to breathe. He's so damn hard everywhere, chiseled from golden marble.
"And then I'm going to lick your little cunt until you're screaming."
"Daddy!" I sob, flinging myself into his arms as need boils over, the ache so acute it hurts.
He catches me, tumbling me backward onto the plush bed, his body colliding with mine as he bears me down beneath him. His lips crash down on mine in a fierce kiss, setting every part of me ablaze.
We work together, practically ripping at his shirt, both feral with the need to get it off him. The need to touch him, to feel his skin beneath my palms, is overwhelming.
"Touch me, baby girl," he growls, flinging the shirt across the room the second it slides free.
I cry out, eagerly pressing my palms to his bare skin.
He attacks my neck with fervent kisses, sending shivers of delight ripping through me. I explore every inch of his muscular chest, marveling at the feel of him beneath my palms. He kisses lower, pulling my nipple into his mouth.
I groan, the sound rippling through the room.
"You like that, Davina?"
"Yes, Daddy. I love your mouth right there!"
He yanks the top of my dress down, touching his tongue to the hard bud. "Good," he growls. "Because these sweet little things were made for my fucking mouth."
I sob my agreement, pretty sure he's right.
He licks and sucks, first one and then the other until I'm in a frenzy beneath him, so turned on I can't think straight. I can't do anything but gasp and plead, begging for more.
He slides down my body, his hands skimming up my thighs, raking my dress up around my hips. "Keep your eyes on Daddy," he demands, his voice dripping with sex.
I hold his gaze while he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. He peels them from my body, leaving me trembling and desperate. The ache between my legs intensifies as he drops my panties to the bed beside me, his piercing gaze drifting to my sex.