Page 45 of Daddy Brigadier

VALENTIN

I wait for several moments, then push open the door to the men’s room. Lev stands just outside the hall, keeping watch as I firmly shut the door behind me. The restroom is quiet, filled solely with the soft sound of her muted breaths in the background. Walking to the last stall, I lower myself just enough to glimpse beneath the door—a large pool of blood is spreading ominously around the lifeless body.

I cautiously open the door, my gaze drawn to the lifeless body on the floor and Lexi hovering above it. She whips around, her frantic eyes meeting mine, blood splattered across her hands like a haunting reminder of horror. “Valentin!” she cries out.

I step forward, wrapping my hand around her waist and forcefully pushing her against the stall wall. She lets out a startled squeal, but I swiftly cover her mouth. “What do we have here?” I ask, my shoes mere inches from the blood on the ground.

“I can explain,” she pleads, her wide eyes full of fear, like a little mouse caught by a menacing cat.

“Here I am trying to do something nice for you, and you go and kill a man, making your dress all dirty,” I say, my fingers brushing the fabric over her breast, red stains seeping in. I tugdown the straps and peel the dress away from her chest—her cute white floral bra a stark reminder of the innocence she’s lost.

My head dips towards her cleavage, and I brush my lips along the inner outline of her breast, opening my mouth as my tongue draws a V shape across her skin. “I’m so fucking hard right now,” I rasp, my voice rough and thick with desperation.

Her breath catches. “You’re not mad?”

“Daddy’s definitely not mad.”

I spin her around, and she gasps when her palms slap against the wall. The pink dress is hugging her curves, my cock hard against the thin material. I hike up her hem, exposing the delicate white lace thong that barely conceals her ass.

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this ass all night,” I mutter, massaging her flesh before delivering a sharp smack. The sting makes her moan, loud and needy.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, my voice low and laden with danger. I give her another firm spank, hard enough that it leaves my handprint.

“Fuck yes,” she says, arching her back to meet me.

I let out a deep groan of frustration as I fumble with my slacks, my throbbing cock finally springing free, thick and veined. I push her thong aside, the lace tearing slightly under my finger. My fingers spread her ass cheeks as my tip penetrates the walls of her insides. One hard thrust and I bury myself balls-deep, stretching her wide.

“Valentin!” she cries, my hips driving into her, her body molding against mine perfectly.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I growl, delivering another sharp spank, marking her as mine. Her skin glows a radiant red by now, irresistibly perfect. “Whose cunt is this?” I whisper into her ear, nipping at the collar around her neck.

“Yours,” she gasps, meeting my thrusts, her walls clenching tight around me. “This pussy is yours,” she squeaks, her hand touching the V around her throat.

“Show me how badly you want me to come inside of you?” I growl, gripping her hips firmly as I drive into her with a fervor that consumes me, my foot momentarily slipping in the blood pooling beneath us.

“Fuck me!” she pleads with an aching voice, her words trembling as I repeatedly hit that sensitive spot deep within her. The intensity of the moment leaves her breathless, and her soft cries ripple in the room.

I move my hand between her thighs, my fingers exploring her clit, rubbing fast and rough.

“Come for Daddy, Krasotka,” I command.

“Valentin, I can’t! Not here,” she cries, turning her head, pressing her cheek against the cold wall.

“Do you want to be Daddy’s good little girl?” I groan, my lips brushing against her cheeks, as gentle tears cascade onto my lips while she struggles to contain her impending climax.

“What did I tell you about misbehaving? You’ve got two minutes until I bend you over his dead body and fuck you on top of him.”

My words barely leave my mouth when she breaks and screams, her orgasm crashing through her, her pussy soaking my cock.

Sweat drips from my forehead onto her back as I let out a low, beastly growl, “Fuck, you’re soaking wet. I’m not going to be able to control myself.”

“Be a good Daddy and come inside me,” she teases.

“Fuck, Krasotka!” I let out a growl, thrusting wildly before exploding inside her, hot and intense, my fingers bruising her ass.

She presses her hips against me, perfectly in sync with my slowed thrust. A soft moan escapes her lips, and as she reaches back, she tugs my head in closer, drawing us together and reveling in the sensation of my cum filling her.

My head drops against her neck, my cock twitching as my cum continues sliding down her thighs, pooling against my leg.