Page 21 of Daddy’s Hunted Bride

Just when I’m about to go flying, he pulls back with another soft hum, his fingers pushing deep inside me. A sob of protest bursts out of me and I tug on his hair, desperate to get him back to where I want him.

Where I burn for him.

“Impatient Little girl,” he scolds with a quiet laugh.

“Very.” There’s no use in denying it when I’ve been all but fucking his face for the past few minutes.

“Ask Daddy to let you come, and you can have all the pleasure you want, little one.”

My hands go still in his hair, my body freezing beneath him even as he continues to finger-fuck me toward oblivion. “That wasn’t the deal.”

“I’m amending the deal. Daddy privilege.”

“You fu⁠—”

Heat flashes in his eyes when he lifts his head to glare at me. “Careful, little one. I can easily change this to a punishment if you start swearing at me again.”

Again I swallow my pride, though it sticks in my throat even more now than before. “Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”

“Good girl. Now… ask Daddy to let you come, or I will leave you on edge the rest of the day and you won’t be allowed any relief even when I fuck your bottom later.”

Being fucked the “naughty girl way” was bad enough with an orgasm. I am very, very certain I don’t want to experience it without the benefit of one. “Will… Will you please make me come?”

“Oh, my clever little fox. You can do better than that.”

A gasp rips from my throat as he curls his fingers, hitting that sacred spot inside me that has my vision going dark at the edges. The need for release is growing more and more urgent, to the point I worry something inside me might rupture if I don’t come right fucking now.

“Please,” I whisper, grinding myself against his hand with wanton abandon. “Please let me come.”

“Who am I, Vanessa? Whose face do you want to come all over?”

Fuck me. It’s not enough for him to humiliate me, hurt me, debase me, he wants me to call him Daddy while he does it?

Worse than that, I already know I’m going to give in. As the pressure in my core grows, so does my desperation, and my willingness to do whatever it takes to be granted my release.

But I manage to hold out a little while longer. Until the need inside me reaches a point I can no longer defend myself against it, until I am nothing but a creature of desire and desperation. Then, and only then, do I give him what he wants.

“Please, Daddy!” My cries echo off the walls of the nursery. “Please, Daddy, please make me come!”

“That’s my good girl. Come for Daddy, little fox.”

He lowers his head, capturing my swollen clit between his lips and sucking hard. Pleasure explodes inside me, and the world goes black as I scream and buck against his hand and mouth.

For what seems to be an eternity, he continues to work my over-sensitive nerves, until he’s finally drained every ounce of pleasure from my body. I’m vaguely aware of soft cotton wrapping around my lower half before he scoops me up into his arms.

“Come on, little fox. Daddy has a surprise for you.”

CHAPTER 10

DANE

As much as I enjoyed chasing my little fox through the woods, there is something about the sweetness of having her wrapped around me, her long limbs anchored around my waist and neck that speaks to a part of me I’ve often considered dead. Even my sweet little nieces haven’t been able to tap into this softer, quieter side the way Vanessa so effortlessly does.

Bouncing her gently in my arms, I press a kiss to her frizzy braids as we make our way to another room, one I had to fight my sister to have added to my suite. Gray is a bit of a penny-pincher at times, and that side of her was never more in force than when we were making plans for our house.

But I was able to win her over in the end, and now I have a room dedicated to the most sacred of all Little girl requirements: The Stuffie.

Stepping into the large room, I flip on the light and gesture to the rows and rows of stuffed animals. “Welcome to The Stuffie Room.”