Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 15

REINA

The cold edge of the dining table pressed against my back as Domenico laid me onto it like I weighed nothing. My breath hitched; my heart was hammering so hard it almost hurt.

He dragged my short gown up to my waist, his palms gliding up my thighs until he found bare skin and nothing underneath. His eyes darkened.

"Always so needy for me..." he murmured, voice low and rough.

Before I could answer, he gripped the fabric at my shoulders and tugged. The gown slipped off, pooling at my waist. My bra was next... unclasped and tossed aside. The cool air hit my skin once again, and then his warm hands were on me again.

He bent his head, taking one nipple between his lips, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over it until I gasped. One hand moved to grab one of my legs, raising it off the table and dropping it on his shoulder, his other hand moved to my backside, landing a sharp smack that made me arch off the table.

"Ah!" I cried out, heat rushing between my legs.

He spanked me again, softer this time, a warning and a promise. "Keep still," he growled against my skin. "Or I’ll tie you down right here."

"Fuck!" I moaned, my voice breaking as my body writhed, grinding my bare ass against the cool, polished surface of the furniture. The contrast of cold wood and my feverish skin made me shiver, made me arch.

I really should’ve been worried. The maids were still somewhere nearby... hovering like ghosts in the hallways. They never left until every plate had been cleared, every glass wiped clean. Paolo had his own eyes among them, his own ears, his own spies. Any one of them could whisper what they saw and heard straight back to him.

But I didn’t care. Not now.

I was too far gone... too stupid, too reckless, too addicted to the sick, beautiful thrill of this sin to stop. This wasn’t just wrong. It was poison. And I craved it like air.

Domenico’s palm met my ass with another sharp, deliberate smack that cracked through the air like a whip, dragging my frantic thoughts back to him. He didn’t like sharing my attention. He didn’t like my mind wandering. He wanted me completely, every sound and every breath. That much was obvious.

"If you start zoning out again," he hissed, his voice low and lethal against my skin, "I’ll be forced to think I’m doing a bad job... and I’ll stop."

The threat was cruel. The promise was worse. Then his teeth sank into my nipple... hard. Fucking hard!

"Aaah! Hurt!" I gasped, the pain sparking like lightning straight to my core.

He caught my sound with a dark chuckle, his big hands gripping me like I was something precious and breakable and his to ruin all at once. His mouth left a wet, bruising trail as he moved from one nipple to the other, sucking, biting, teasing until my whole chest felt scorched. By the time he finally pulled back, my skin burned; my body trembled like it couldn’t hold itself upright anymore.

Then he slid lower, slow as a predator, kissing down my stomach, then lower still. My thighs opened on instinct, my breath coming in small, desperate gasps.

"Please..." I whispered, fingers fisting in his hair as though I could drag him where I needed him most.

This was torture... delicious, unbearable torture. My mind was a haze of want. I didn’t want just his mouth anymore. I needed him. I needed Daddy. Now.

I needed his cock filling me to the brim, splitting me open, leaving me aching for days. I wanted nothing but to be stuffed full of him, used until I was too sore to move, too wrung out to breathe. I wanted him to ruin me, mark me, make me his.

"Tell me what you want, princess." His voice was a dangerous purr, his eyes dark as he looked up at me from between my thighs. It was like he could see my need etched right across my face.

God, what must my face look like right now? Whatever he saw there made him smirk... made his grip tighten. He knew. He knew I was past foreplay. Past control.

I didn’t just want his spanking, his biting, his mouth devouring me like I was the only meal he’d ever wanted. No. I needed to be taken. Fucked. I needed Daddy to fuck me so hard I’d still feel the hardness of his cock inside me for days—weeks—even.

But I couldn’t say it. Not out loud. If I said it, I’d sound too desperate. Too far gone.

"I’m only going to ask one more time," he murmured, flicking my swollen nipple between two fingers, his smirk a promise of chaos. "If you don’t tell me, I’m going to punish you for being a bad girl. Daddy only wants you to be a good girl, you see? So tell me what you want, princess."

Punish me. The thought of it made my whole body tense and quake. I wanted it... I... I wanted to push him, to force him to unleash every demon he kept leashed. But what if I pushed too far? What if he stopped touching me altogether? What if he just... walked away? Left me like this... raw, hungry, empty, unfulfilled?

"You," I moaned out at last, my voice breaking into a whimper. "I want your mouth on me again."

He frowned at me, as if I had done something wrong. Domenico blinked slowly, as if waiting for me to correct myself. And then, it hit me.

"Please, daddy!"

"Good girl," Domenico grinned, the word dripping like sin from his lips, his eyes alight with hunger. "But that’s not what I expected you to say..." He dragged his mouth just shy of where I needed it most. "Still—" His grin turned feral. "I’ll give you what you want first. Before I do to you what I had in mind."

"What..." I gasped, gripping the furniture. "What did daddy have in mind?"

He shook his head. "You’ll see."

He dropped to his knees between my thighs like a man kneeling before an altar. The sight of him there almost broke me. His thumbs parted me, exposing me completely, and then his mouth was on me... hot, wet, unrelenting.

I cried out, a sound half-moan, half-scream. My fingers clenched in his hair, pulling, but he didn’t stop. His tongue moved in slow circles, then faster, sucking, teasing, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Daddy..." The word slipped out of me like a prayer.

He growled against my skin. "Say it again."

"Daddy..."

"Again." he grunted, his harsh grunt vibrating against my pussy and I shuddered.

"Daddy, please..."

His fingers slid inside me, curling just right while his mouth sucked harder at the same time. My hips jerked up helplessly.

"Oh God! God... yes! Yes, daddy please!" I cried out, my legs trembling as I tried to keep still.

I was shaking, clutching his head, moaning so loud I hardly recognized my own voice. "Please, I need you... I need you inside me..."

He pulled back just long enough to murmur, "Not yet. You’ll ask me properly."

"Please, Daddy," I begged, barely able to speak. "Please fuck me now..." I whispered, tears rolling down my eyes. "I can’t wait anymore and I’m sure you want to fuck me too."

He came up, rising over me like a dangerous storm, his mouth glistening with my slick. When his lips crashed into mine, I could taste myself on his tongue... raw, sinful, intoxicating.

The kiss was rough, desperate, a clash of teeth and breath. My hands shot straight to his belt, trembling, frantic. I fumbled with the buckle, heart hammering, the sound of the metal scraping loud in the silence. I just needed him... needed this.

I had barely wrapped my fingers around the edge of his zipper, about to free his cock, when a sharp, horrified gasp sliced through the air.

"Oh my God! Oh my fucking God... what the hell?! Reina! Jesus Christ! What... what the fuck is this?!"

I froze.

Every drop of blood in my body turned to ice.

Domenico’s body tensed above me, muscles going rigid. His head turned slowly, the movement painfully deliberate, his hand still gripping my hip like he could shield me from the world. From whatever the fuck was about to happen.

My breath caught halfway in my throat. My fingers were still tangled in his belt, the buckle half-open... damning, undeniable proof. Too scared to even blink my eyes or move my fingers.

"Just what the fuck is going on here?! Can anyone say something?!"

That voice.

That voice that had once made me feel safe, loved. Protected?

Now it sounded like a death sentence.

My stomach dropped, my pulse roaring in my ears. Domenico’s jaw flexed as he shifted his weight, half-turning to face the intruder, half-covering me with his body like a shield.

I couldn’t see him from where I lay... but I didn’t need to.

I knew that voice.

I knew it too damn well.

And when I finally looked past Domenico’s shoulder, my heart stopped dead in my chest.