Page 13 of Daddy Brigadier

As the pain clenches around my chest like a vise, my breath begins to shallow, and I struggle to draw in air.

“Valentin,” she yells, her eyes wide with concern as she grabs both sides of my face.

“Pocket,” I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

As her hands hover over me, she seems uncertain, hesitating. “Pocket,” I repeat.

She gently pats my pocket and feels the pill bottle. Taking it out, she uncaps it and grabs a pill from inside. She places it in my mouth, and I swallow it, nodding at the bottle, unable to speak.

She pulls out another pill, placing it in my mouth.

Immediately, I sense them taking effect. All I need to do is focus on my breathing, leaning my head back, inhaling and exhaling, finding rhythm in each breath.

As she rests her head against my chest, kissing my shoulder, her hand sits over my heart, as if she’s offering me the very air from her lungs. “This is why you want to retire.”

“Krasotka, it’ll be a long while before I retire,” I reply.

“What does that mean?” she asks, tilting her head slightly to look up at me.

“What, Krasotka?” I repeat.

“Yeah.”

She resembles a captivating work of art that I collect for fun, effortlessly commanding attention. Her skin has a subtle glow, and her high cheekbones lend her an air of strength. Her lips are beautifully plump and pink, while her piercing eyes reveal a depth of passion intertwined with profound pain.

“Gorgeous,” I answer her.

A playful smile dances on her lips, illuminating her face like the sun breaking through the clouds.

And in this moment, I have her.

She opens her mouth, and I capture it in a searing kiss. There’s nothing gentle about it, just straight up possessive. Tasting her. Wanting her. At least until I fuck her.

At this point, my cock has grown so firm that the bulge is on the verge of breaking free.

She looks down to see the swelling in my pants. She pulls back from me, blinking, heat rushing to her face.

“Only for you,” I say as I smirk, my cock standing erect as her thighs tighten around my legs.

Her hips rock forward, my muscular thigh sliding between hers.

My cock pulses with a throbbing hardness. I bend my knees, sitting up straight to grind my groin into her. “I should get kidnapped more often.”

“So, you don’t want me to let you go?” Her lips nuzzle and nibble my ear.

“Oh, sweetheart, untie me, and I’ll have you on your fucking knees with your pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.”

Her blush deepens, and she rocks her hips back and forth. Through the thin fabric of her panties, I feel the plumpness of her pussy lips as she plunges her hips forcefully toward me and then pulls away. She’s holding onto me, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I’m thrusting my hips upward, reaching for that sensation of being inside her, feeling her. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes!” she pants and kisses me, suckling on my lower lip.

“That’s not how you answer me,” I growl. My little girl needs to learn some manners, and I can’t wait to teach them to her.

“Again, do you want to come?” I ask her.

“Please,” she purrs, her eyes pleading as she begs me.