Page 34 of Daddy Brigadier

He leans down, his nose against my cheek, his free hand gripping my hair. “I can feel your pretty cunt tightening around me.”

One of his hands slides between us, finding my clit, his fingers beginning to travel a widening circle on my clit. He rubs me frantically, and I chase the building pleasure inside me right to the edge, trying not to fall over.

“Look at me,” he murmurs softly in my ear.

I struggle to open my heavy eyelids, finally locking onto his piercing gaze.

“Who do you belong to now?” he teases, his fingers dancing around my entrance.

“I belong to you,” I whisper hoarsely, thighs pressing together, fighting against the overwhelming, threatening tide of explosion.

His smile is menacing. “Now, say my name.”

“Valentin,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“Try again.”

“Daddy!” I cry out as he drives into me with renewed force.

He slows his thrusts deliberately, pushing deep and lingering for a moment. With a teasing lick on my ear, he murmurs, “That’s it, Krasotka. Come for Daddy.”

His words ignite a rush of dark pleasure that encases my body. The orgasm surges through me with an overwhelming intensity. I throw my head back as all my inner muscles tighten around him, and waves of ecstasy wash over me.

With a trembling breath, he holds my throat firmly, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Just like that.”

He tenses within me, whispering my name softly against his throat. With a single swift motion, he turns me over, my hands still bound behind my back as I shift to my side.

He positions himself above me, guiding his hand rhythmically along his shaft while the tip gently rests on my tongue, my mouth parted to receive him.

“Make Daddy come.” His finger spreads my lips apart, and I open my mouth wide for him.

I suck him hard. He draws out of my mouth and quickly shoves himself back in.

Our eyes meet, and there’s such hunger in his gaze as he fucks my throat. He wants me as much as I want him. His cock thickens in my mouth, and I suck him through his release.

He squeezes my cheeks, his hands holding my mouth shut, and my jaw goes rigid.

As the pressure mounts in my throat, I struggle to breathe and find myself choking when I swallow his cum.

“Good girl,” Valentin says, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “Good girl,” he repeats.

He unties me, and I leap to my feet, eager to rush to the bathroom. But he catches my wrist, pulling me back onto the bed. “I didn’t say you could leave.”

We lie in the damp sheets from what we just did, my body resting against his while we both breathe heavily. His hands, once so demanding, now gently caress my back. “You are the most amazing birthday gift I could ever ask for.”

I remain silent, simply savoring the sound of his heartbeat against my ears.

He releases a heavy sigh, a sound that should be resonating with victory after everything he’s just made me endure. However, I notice his jaw clenching as he locks eyes with me, revealing a deeper conflict. In an instant, he pulls me tightly against his chest, as if to convey that he may never let me go again.

I gaze at him for a long moment, letting my hand brush over his stubble jaw and feeling the rough texture against my palm.

I should feel afraid of him, the Brigadier, but instead, I’m experiencing a complex swirl of emotions that I don’t have time to sort out.

“I should leave,” I say, even though every part of me wishes to stay.

He presses his forehead against mine. “Sleep with me tonight.”