Page 56 of Daddy's Claim
“Daddy, please.” I didn’t care that I was begging. Any pride I had left had been stripped from me the second he’d pushed that first thick finger inside of me to prepare me for his discipline.
“What is it, princess?” His cock slid from me and I had a brief moment of reprieve before he slammed home again, the mixture of pain and pleasure shocking me to my core and driving my need for him even higher. “What do you need?”
Oh, god. Was he really going to make me say the words? “Please…”
“Please, what, baby? Use your words and tell Daddy what you want.”
How could such patronizing words make me so eager for him? I just knew I was blushing furiously as I struggled to get the words out. “I-I want… I want to c-come. Please, Daddy, please!”
“That’s my good girl.” The words were delivered in time with another thrust, filling me in that forbidden place once more. “If you want to come, you’re going to have to make it happen before I finish. Or else you’ll have to spend the rest of the day waiting for Daddy to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours before you’ll get another chance.”
Considering I’d almost come just from that little lecture alone, it probably wouldn’t take much to get me there. Wiggling a hand beneath me, I circled my engorged clit, shivering at what suddenly felt like a taboo act. Pleasure was for Daddy to give, and even though he’d given me permission, there was still that thrill of getting away with something I shouldn’t be doing.
“I own you, Leonora DeCosta. I own every fucking inch of you, and if Iever”—he pushed in hard enough for me to cry out and my empty pussy to spasm as if jealous of how full my bottom was—“hear you say you’re not worth protecting again, I’ll repeat this lesson every day until I’m absolutely certain you understand how fucking precious you are to me. You understand me, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I didn’t need his words to tell me he owned me, I felt it with every sure thrust forward of his cock scraping my sensitive inner walls. But there was something about hearing him say it in that low growl of his that spurred me on, working furiously at my clit until the pleasure coiling in my core finally shattered.
From a distance I heard a scream I dimly recognized as my own, seconds before my husband’s cock twitched inside me, thewarmth of his seed filling me in a way only he ever had. And only he ever would.
We collapsed together on the bed, a sweaty tangle of limbs. With his cock still nestled inside my bottom, he pulled me back against him and pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder.
“I love you, Nora. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. And happy.” I heard him swallow, and his voice was thick when he spoke again. “Are you happy here, princess?”
“More than I remember being in a long time,” I confessed quietly. Twisting my head around, I looked up into his face, a face I could no longer imagine not seeing when I woke up every morning. “I love you, Michael DeCosta.”
“I love you too, princess. So fucking much.”
What heaviness was left on my chest seemed to disappear with his words. “I’m sorry for… everything. I really am going to try to be better.”
“I know, baby. But I don’t mind if you’re not good all the time.”
His hips flexed forward and I gasped at the flash of pain. Fuck, my ass was sore, inside and out, and I didn’t foresee it getting better any time soon.
“I know just how to handle my bratty little girl.”
Warmth filled me as I drifted off to sleep, cradled in his arms. There was no doubt my husband had left his mark on me, body and soul. And despite the lingering soreness, I couldn’t wait for the next time he decided I needed a reminder of who I belonged to.
I was his to claim, for the rest of our lives.
Epilogue
Mikey
Two Months Later
“Evviva gli sposi!”
The room rang with the sound of our families wishing us a long life together, and I grinned over at my blushing bride.
None of them knew she was blushing in part due to the large plug I’d inserted prior to our belated wedding feast, but every time she shifted and sent me a glare or a pleading look, I knew. And I couldn’t wait to whisk her away to our hotel, where I planned on claiming all of her sweet little holes as many times as possible during the week-long staycation we had planned.
Things at the docks had calmed down enough for us to disappear for a bit, but with an unknown threat still lingering, I wasn’t quite ready to go too far from home. Luckily, Nora had been mostly understanding, and I had a feeling she’d perk up quite a bit when she discovered exactly where we were staying. I was man enough to admit I’d winced at the price tag for the Waldorf-Astoria, but it would be worth it just for the look onher face. I’d also booked pretty much every service I could at the spa for her. Maybe it was overkill, but after the rocky start our marriage had gotten off to, I wanted to pamper her a bit.
“I don’t think I’ve seen my daughter this happy since before her mother passed.” Carlos Romano’s voice was tinged with sadness, and I thought maybe a bit of guilt.
Maybe if you’d actually paid attention to her…Biting my tongue, I offered up a reassuring smile. “Nora’s happiness is my top priority, I assure you.”
“It would seem so. I’ll admit I wasn’t convinced you could handle her, but you two seem to have settled in nicely.”