Please daddy, put it in

Darius

I lived my life by strict boundaries and cold discipline. Every deal I closed, every boardroom I ran, and every woman I touched fell under rigid control. I did not act on reckless impulses. Yet staring down at the twenty-three-year-old sprawled across my sheets, the restraint I had honed for decades threatened to break.

Seventeen years younger than me. On paper, that age difference should have made me step back. But watching the deep flush painting her skin, her mouth parted and wet, my cock throbbed with a raw, predatory hunger I had not felt in over a decade. She looked soft, delicate, and far too innocent, lying beneath me like prey waiting for the teeth to sink in.

I lowered myself over her, planting my palms flat on either side of her shoulders. I caged her in with my arms, leaving barely an inch between our chests. The heat radiating off her skin hit me like a furnace.

I stared directly into her glazed eyes. "I do not move forward without total clarity. Do I have your consent?"

Clara swallowed, her earlier defiance vanishing under my stare. She gave a small, silent nod.

"Use your words. I need to hear it from your mouth."

She tilted her head back against the pillow, her chest rising and falling fast. "Yes. Yes, you do."

The breathy surrender did dangerous things to my composure. I clamped down on the urge to take her immediately. She needed to understand where she stood.

I kept my voice low and flat, making sure every syllable sank in. "Listen to me carefully. This night is a one-time transaction. It ends the second the sun comes up. There will be no morning calls, no second chances, and no attachments. And if you have any foolish ideas about letting me cum inside you so you can trap me with a pregnancy on my father's orders, throw them away right now. If you try to use a child against me, I will ruthlessly destroy you. Am I clear?"

Clara blinked at me through the haze of alcohol and arousal. She seemed stunned, processing the threat.

I leaned closer, letting the weight of my frame loom over her. "Whatever my father promised to pay you to get into my bed, I will double it. You walk away with cash, and you walk away clean."

"Deal. We have a deal." She nodded quickly, swallowing hard.

Her gaze fell to my mouth. The desperation in her expression grew thicker, practically rolling off her in waves. She arched her back, lifting her slender neck toward me. Her lips parted, reaching up to press against mine in an eager, hungry kiss.

I pulled my head back before her skin could brush mine. "Don't. If you try to kiss my mouth, this whole thing ends right now. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." She flinched as if I had struck her across the cheek, her dark eyelashes trembling.

The word sent a dark jolt straight to my groin. Sir. Plenty of people called me that in boardrooms and business dinners, but hearing it fall from her parted lips with that raw edge of submission tasted intoxicating. She liked the authority. She liked being told what she could and could not touch.

My gaze dragged down from her trembling mouth to the red lace clinging to her body. The lingerie was designed to tempt, but right now it was nothing more than an obstacle.

I grabbed the edge of the delicate fabric over her chest. With a single, sharp motion, I ripped the garment downward.

The lace tore with a loud snap, baring her breasts to the cool bedroom air. They were pale, full, and tipped with rosebud nipples that puckered against the sudden chill. A deep crimson blush rushed up her chest, flooding her neck and cheeks. She looked caught between shame and intense thrill. She wanted my eyes on her skin. She wanted to be exposed.

I smirked down at the sight, letting my thumb find one rosy nipple. I pressed the pad of my finger down firmly, rolling the soft flesh between my thumb and forefinger until it hardened into an aching, stiff peak.

Clara gasped, her hands clutching at the dark sheets beside her hips. Her spine curved upward, pushing her breast deeper into my grip.

I lowered my head until my mouth hovered just beside her ear. My hot breath coated her damp skin.

"Does this turn you on? Do you get off on being dominated in my bed? Is that what you crave?"

Her chest heaved hard under me, but no coherent words came out. She only let out a broken whimper.

I pinched her nipple a fraction harder, refusing to let her off easy. "Tell me. You wanted baby girl vibes, didn't you? Do you want me to call you baby girl?"

"Ah... please..." Her hips bucked helplessly off the mattress, seeking friction against my covered thighs. Her whole body shook with intense need.

Watching her fall apart under mere words stoked the fire in my blood. I wanted to hear her scream, but I forced myself to move with deliberate slowness. She needed to be primed before I took her.

I brought my mouth down to her exposed chest. My tongue flicked over the tight, pebbled tip of her nipple, tasting the sweetness of her skin. Clara cried out, her fingers twisting deep into the linen. I sealed my lips around the bud and sucked hard, drawing the sensitive flesh deep into my mouth. Her back bowed off the bed, a desperate, ragged moan tearing from her throat.

I dragged my sharp teeth across the hardened peak, nipping just enough to send another shockwave through her core. Her hips jerked upward again. While my mouth worked her left breast, my free hand cupped her right, squeezing the soft swell and rolling the nipple between my fingers until she was squirming beneath me, gasping for breath.

I gritted my teeth against her wet skin, my jaw aching from the effort to hold back. "Be patient."

My cock throbbed against my towel, heavy and aching to split her open. I pulled my mouth away, leaving her nipples glistening and swollen from my tongue. Her eyes were unfocused, dark with a heavy, desperate haze of lust. She looked filthy and beautiful, ruined by my touch before I had even reached her core.

I dragged my large hand down the center of her ribcage, past the dip of her navel, down to her flat stomach.

I hooked a finger around the edge of her soaked panties and pulled them to the side.

The sight stopped me cold.

She was utterly drenched. Thick, honeyed slick coated her pink folds, glistening in the dim light and leaking down the sensitive creases of her inner thighs. The sheer amount of wetness made my jaw clench hard. She was so wet that she looked ready to take my cock without an ounce of resistance.

I stared down at the dripping heat between her legs. "Look at this. What got you this dripping wet? Why are you already so sensitive?"

"Please... please..." She tossed her head on the pillow, biting her lip until it turned pale.

Her thighs twitched, trying to squeeze together, but I used my knee to push them wider apart, forcing her to stay open to my gaze.

I trailed my fingers down the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. I brushed right along the edge of her wet skin, deliberately avoiding her soaked center.

Clara gasped, her hips snapping upward into empty air.

I stared down at her trembling frame. "Please what? Tell me what you are begging for. Has no man ever satisfied you before? Is that why you are so sensitive if you aren't a virgin?"

I dragged a single finger through the slick on her thigh, then tapped the swollen nub of her clit just once.

"Oh, God!" Her body arched into my hand, her voice cracking as the pleasure hit her.

The raw sensitivity was incredible. I stared down at her writhing frame, the predatory hunger inside me roaring to life. If she was this responsive to a single touch, how would she sound when I fucked her every single day? How many times could I make her come in a single night?

Too bad I didn't keep women longer than a night.

She threw her head back into the pillow, tears of sheer need gathering in the corners of her eyes. "Please... please daddy, put it in."

The forbidden plea obliterated my remaining hesitation.

My hand slipped between her spread thighs, and I buried a long finger straight into her tight, dripping pussy.

Clara let out an ecstatic shriek, her eyes blowing wide and lips parting in sheer heavenly bliss.