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For all the daddy’s girls
“So you don’t want to make them jealous? I’ll let you sit on my lap while you drink it,” he replies with a smirk.
“It means I like to be in control, but I like to bring my partner pleasure. I like being able to control when they come, how they come, and how often they come.”
“You are so innocent and naive, Daisy. And I think I’d like to keep it that way.”
I’m not sure if I love the idea of him cherishing me or if I’m terribly disappointed that Ronan Kade has no interest in corrupting me.
CALL HIM DADDY
“Stop pouting because I told you not to call me that,” he responds. “What?” I ask, feeling obstinate. “Daddy? Why not? Because you like it too much?” With a strong hand on my hip, he grinds my body against his legs, and when I feel the hard bulge in his pants, I let out a gasp. “Yes, Daisy, I do. I like it far too much.”
Call me a sick fuck, but I want to be her daddy. I’d teach her every fucking thing she wants to know. I’d take care of her and protect her and make her feel so goddamn good.
“It’s not that I don’t want you, Daisy. You have to understand just how much I want you.”
“But the things I want to do to you, baby girl, are dirty, filthy things. And you’re too fucking sweet for me.”
“You tell them your daddy said no.” “Oh, so you can call yourself my daddy, but I can’t say it?” I ask in a teasing tone.
“Most Doms take their own pleasure from their subs, and that’s fine. Their subs enjoy it. That’s what their subs need. But the control and power I feel when I can make a person come, not just once, but over and over and over, until it’s like I control their body more than they do…is intoxicating.”
“Let me,” I say in a bold request. She stares at me over her shoulder, a rightfully perplexed expression on her face. “Let you what?” I nuzzle closer. “Let me relieve your ache, Daisy.”
“You’re suffering, baby girl. Do you want Daddy to make you feel better?”
A desperate sounding yelp escapes her lips right when I know she’s there. “That’s my girl,” I murmur against her ear. “Come on Daddy’s hand.”
It’s not about the luxury or the age difference or anything other than how incredibly good I feel around him. Someone else’s happiness has never mattered so much to me in my entire life.
It’s going to hurt like hell when she breaks my heart, but fuck…she’s worth it.
“‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words, and never stops—at all…”
I’ve heard enough stories about Madame Kink to know it must be very…well, kinky.
He kisses me like he wants to savor me. Like he wants me to feel him. He kisses me with his whole soul.
Ronan Kade is the richest man in town. He could have anyone he wants, but I’m the one who brings him to his knees.
The idea of coming so much I beg for mercy sounds nice,
Until pleasure starts to feel like torture.
Somewhere in this abyss of pleasure, I lose sense of myself entirely.
IT’S OKAY TO LIKE THE PAIN
Life isn’t poetic. It’s unfair, ruthless. Nothing more than a fight for survival in a bleak, brutal existence. It takes but never gives.
The more you have, the more that’s at stake. The higher you feel, the further you fall.
No one is really immune or safe from sadness. No one has perfect, poetic lives.
Deep down, I know that Ronan and I were always meant to find each other. The odds may have been stacked against us, but there was something far more powerful bringing us together. In some strange way, I think my mother would be relieved to know we found each other. It may seem unconventional, but this is what she wanted, for both of us to find the kind of love that makes life worth living. And no matter what this cruel, poetic life brings us, I know he’ll be there to take care of me. And I’ll be there to take care of him.
“Yes, Daddy is the richest man in the whole world.” And I know he’s not talking about money.
