Page 62 of Cage

We press our foreheads together, our hands roaming over each other.

“When Jasper texted me, I was so fucking scared. I don’t ever want to leave you again.”

His words make me still. “I don’t want you to leave me either.”

Ever.

I’m not brave enough to say that part out loud. Cage deserves so much more than me. He deserves someone strong. Not me. Not the scared mouse who has no idea what I’m doing in life.After being here and feeling so alive, I’m starting to realize I’ve just been in survival mode all these years.

Cage nips at the sensitive skin on my neck. I moan and spread my knees wider, letting him get as close as the counter will allow. He doesn’t want to take my virginity, but I might actually die if he stops touching me.

The ridge of his cock brushes against the inside of my thigh. At least he’s having the same reaction.

“Daddy,” I murmur. “Please.”

I’m not sure what I’m asking for. Anything.Everything. Whatever he’s willing to give me. I just need him.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

When he meets my gaze, his dark eyes are practically black, and his jaw is tight as though he’s clenching it to restrain himself.

“Please, Daddy. I know what I want, and I want this. Please don’t make me beg.” Because I will. I will get down on my hands and knees and crawl to this man, begging him to make me feel good.

He groans and slides his hand over one of my breasts, giving a gentle stroke to my nipple before he continues to trail up until his fingers are wrapped around my throat. When he squeezes the sides of my neck, I nearly come apart.

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” he growls.

The corners of my mouth twitch as I fight a grin. I love that he feels so out of control around me. “Will it be worth it?”

In an instant, he has me laid back on the cool counter, his free hand cupping the back of my head as he does. His nostrils flare, and his grip on my throat tightens a little more, putting pressure on that perfect spot that has my pussy soaked.

“Yeah, firefly. It will be so fucking worth it. Put your palms flat on either side of you, and don’t move. Understand?”

I bob my head, then yelp as he gives me a light swat between my legs.

Holy fuck.

“When I ask you a question, I want a verbal answer. Unless my cock is stuffed down your throat or you’re deep in non-verbal Little Space, I want words.”

Then he reaches between my thighs and rubs the spot he just smacked, right over my clit. Even my leggings and panties aren’t enough barrier to block the electricity his fingers send through me.

Cage leans over the counter, hovering over me. “I asked if you understand, firefly. Would you rather I spank you for not answering me, or do you want me to make you scream?”

I slam my hands to the counter. “I understand, Daddy.”

He chuckles and winks at me, then takes a step back and pulls my leggings and panties down, being careful not to brush them against my beestings as he removes them.

My skin heats as I start to tremble. I have no idea what I’m doing. Am I supposed to touch him?

No. He said to keep my hands flat. Okay, I can do this. I just need to listen to him. Daddy won’t let me fail.

Knowing that gives me the comfort I need to calm myself. Daddy’s got me.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he croons as he bends my legs and sets my feet on the edge of the counter. “So pink and swollen for me. Do you need something to take the edge off, baby?”

I nod, then remember his warning. “Yes, Daddy.”

There’s something so sexy about being exposed to him while he still has on all his clothes.