Page 28 of Daddies’ Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies #19)

TRENT

H arper’s words echo through me.

What? You’re going to break me, Daddy?

Yes. Yes, I am. I will if you don’t tell me to stop.

And she’s not. My restraint is slipping through my fingertips.

Her knees squeeze my waist as we rock together. Fuck. I need to regain my control. I’m practically growling at her.

“You’re already broken, little girl. I’m just going to be the one honest enough to enjoy it.”

I haul her back over to my bed and toss her down, grabbing my silk restraints and looping them through the anchors in the middle of my headboard.

She doesn’t put up an ounce of fight when I wrap them around her wrists.

“Give them a good tug, princess.”

Harper obeys, moving herself around. Excitement lights up her eyes, and she bites her lip when I pull her knees back, binding her legs in a spread-eagle pose, strung up to the corners of my bed.

Those panties of hers are exposed, thin and barely covering her core. I can smell her arousal. Soft and sweet and heady. I rub my thumb over that damp spot right at her center.

“Mmm.” She wiggles, testing her inability to squirm away from my touch.

“Don’t worry, princess. You’re not going anywhere.” I give her pussy a sharp slap, and her surprised cry turns my insides molten. My cock hardens against my pants, but we’re only getting started.

I have plenty left to do to her.

Tipping my head to the side, I examine her. “Hmm. Looks like if I want to see you in all of your glory, I’m going to have to do something about those clothes…”

Reaching into my bedside table, I pull free a tactical knife and drag the blunt edge along her calf and down the inside of her thigh.

Harper rewards me with soft gasps and moans.

I slide the blade under her panties’ edge and a quick flick of my wrist, the elastic band snaps free.

Dragging the tip across her mound, I cut the other half of the band and the fabric falls away, baring her pussy to me. She’s wet. Glistening. I want to drop my mouth over her and lick her until she comes. Then do it again…

Not yet.

Grabbing the edge of her shirt collar—my shirt collar—I slice down the center, creating enough of a gap to see the swell of her bare breasts.

Pausing to take in the sight, I tip my head, cataloguing every little change in her. Most importantly, I meet Harper’s gaze. She may be breathing heavy, aroused, but I have to be sure she’s not scared of me. Not in any real way.

No signs of wanting me to stop.

I drag the tip of the knife across her breast bone before I make another long slice down the center of her shirt. It’s holding on by a couple of threads. But Harper is exposed to me fully. Those full breasts perky. Her nipples hard. Her breath rolling through her lungs in heavy waves.

I scrape the dull back of my blade across a nipple, and she yelps softly.

Her legs shake from the desire to move.

It’s hard to suppress my smirk.

I make careful moves to cut off the fabric completely and drag the handle of my knife through her folds, coating it with her slickness.

Her moans are light when I thrust the handle into her core, fucking her with it slowly until her muscles contract with the want to move. As she draws closer to an orgasm.

I bend down to suck her clit into my mouth, building her higher until she’s on the brink. And right as she tips over that edge, I pull the knife back and slap her pussy hard.

“ No, ” Harper whines, her core pulsing with an orgasm I ruined. She got a taste, but she’s going to have to deal with being unsatisfied for the time being.

Cleaning off my knife, I put it away then walk out of the room, leaving her hanging there.

She calls my name, but I have a mission in mind, taking the stairs to her room two at a time. It’s in the kind of disarray I expect from a brat: clothes in a pile, nicknacks crowding once bare spaces, shoes strewn in front of her closet.

I know where to find what I’m looking for—the toys she brought with her. A magic wand vibrator and a full silicon dildo. With one in each hand, I return to my room and stop in my doorway.

Fuck, there’s just enough light in the room to perfectly see the way she’s strung up and waiting for me. I watch as she struggles and settles. Wiggles and stills.

Harper is a ripe fruit ready to be picked.

When I finally step forward, a calm tension hums through her. I kneel on the bed between her legs.

“You’re more wet than before.” I slide my fingers through the evidence. “You liked being strung up, exposed, waiting for what’s coming to you. Didn’t you, princess?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“Mmm. Well, I think that deserves a little reward. I brought some things with me.”

Her eyes go wide when I reveal her personal items, and her cheeks pinken in an adorable way.

I nestle her wand at her cleft and turn it on, the low buzz vibrating in the quiet space. Her moans are soft, suppressed, even as I drive her into her second orgasm. This one, I let rock through her, but I don’t relieve the pressure on her clit.

She struggles out of instinct, twisting ineffectually against the overwhelm. But slowly, she succumbs and settles. Her whines are half maddening.

But she’s on the right side of her orgasm, the pleasure finding a new path. This time, the build up is faster, more intense. Her moans are mixed with cries, and I don’t hold back, rubbing the vibrator against her until she comes again.

Her body jerks, twists, arches with nowhere to go, and I give her just a second of reprieve, retrieving her dildo.

A shaky moan accompanies my swiping the tip of the fake cock through her folds like I would my own. I pulse with the desire to do so.

I slide the thing into her a few inches, working her wetness until I can get a smooth glide.

“Oh fuck.” Her voice is ragged.

I take her slowly, a steady pace that prods her deep. Her toy has decent length and girth. Comparable to mine.

I’m mesmerized by the way it stretches her open, and when I catch the right angle, I dig in.

Harper is a goner. Her toes curl, hands fisting around nothing as her body strains. Her pink little asshole pulses with her climax. I know she’s going to be a good little brat just like she is in her journal.

Once I get my own taste of her—a complete and thorough one—she’s going to be perfect for the three of us.

A vessel for her daddies’ dark desires.

We’re disgraceful.

Maybe we never deserved her father’s trust.

But we have hers like this. And she’s all ours now.

I keep digging as she writhes, seating the silicone cock balls deep then nudging it into her with a knuckle. I turn on the wand again and nestle it against her swollen clit.

Her cry is bliss. It carries into the next. And the next as she thrashes against the restraints, against the onslaught of pleasure.

“Is it too much, princess?”

She sucks in a few breaths through her teeth and looks at me, trying to hold herself still. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Her head falls back.

“No. Not until you’re done, Daddy.”

Her groan has her twisting and holding, tensing different muscles until another orgasm rips through her.

I take the wand away and still the dildo inside of her.

She’s beautiful and glistening and panting for breath. I lean over her, nestling my hard-on against the suction cup of the fake cock inside her as I settle my hands under her shoulders.

The animalistic sound that comes out of her mouth is the sweetest aphrodisiac.

Little whining noises fall from between her teeth as she takes the pressure I’m putting on her.

But, I’m down here for a reason. Those pebbled nipples are ripe for the taking.

I suck one into my mouth, full, hard, a hint of teeth until her hips jerk.

Squeezing her ample breast down to that slick nub, I give it a solid pinch before doing it again and diving down for the other nipple. I give it a good suck.

When I lift back up, I grind into her and pinch at her nipples until she hangs there with her mouth open and tears in her eyes.

I retreat, letting the dildo fall out into my waiting hand. Harper’s not completely broken yet. She’s still got two more holes to work open.

But first, her limbs need a break. I untie her and let blood flow back to where it belongs. When she’s relaxed, I prop her up on her knees, her face planted against my sheets and her hands tied to her ankles.

My thumb grazes her asshole, and her spine rolls. A low moan muffled in the cotton.

“Hmm. This pretty hole needs a good stretch. Got to learn to accommodate more cocks than you’re used to, princess.” I give her cheek a good, solid slap. “When you’re three times the brat, you get triple the punishment.”

Working the fake cock into her ass isn’t as difficult as I imagined it might be. Daddy’s little girl seems to know how to take it. She revels in it.

Once I get a steady rhythm again, she relaxes into my ministrations, but she’s not naturally going to come this way. I’m going to have to turn things up a notch.

In comes the vibrator, and once it’s settled in place, I get the response I want.

Harper’s head flies back, her mouth open to release her cries as I force another orgasm out of her. The dildo stays in her ass, and I take one of the silk ropes to tie around her waist, down between her legs to hold the fake cock in place and sit snugly against her mound.

Then, I unbind her arms and lift her face in my hands.

“Do you trust me, princess?”

Her minute nod is everything.

“Good. Arms behind your back.”

She complies, and I tie her forearms together and keep a firm grip in her hair to steady her.

Her face is wet, tear streaks painting her cheeks, but she still looks up at me with wanting. I silently unbutton my pants and pull myself out. The way she licks her lips has me pulsing already.

God fucking damn it. She really is made for this.

The moment my cock tips her way, Harper opens her mouth. It erases any lingering hesitations.

I let her work saliva down my shaft, let her set her own pace, let her take this small break, and then when she’s gotten me properly lubricated, I tighten my grip on her and take over.

Hitting the back of her throat doesn’t make her gag unpleasantly. Instead, she relaxes into it, her eyes glazing over and her hips shifting against the pressure points I’ve set with the rope.

Oh, fuck.

She’s perfection. All the need I’ve been holding back has me pulling us together like I might die without her mouth on my cock. Pleasure rampages through my veins. I chase after it even as her arousal thickens still in the air.

If I let myself sink in—if I let myself go—I could easily come down her throat. It never happens fast, but Harper…she’s like a drug, and I’ve only gotten my first taste of what she can do to me.

I allow the building pressure to swell low in my gut, but I pull free of her mouth to cut off the impending orgasm.

No. I want to plant my seed in her drenched little puss. The poor abused thing has some more punishment to take.

Drool trails from her mouth, but I’ve never seen Harper look so peaceful before.

I wipe the mess from her face, petting back her hair and meeting her gaze. There’s so much emotion there, and not the kind she usually has on display. This is deeper. More meaningful.

My heart beats hard. Just once. And its pang is deep.

Pulling in a slow breath, I settle these reactions for later. I have one more thing I need from Harper before I can let her get the rest she needs.

Untying her completely, I lay her back against the mattress and slowly strip my shirt off. Her gaze snaps to me, watching as I reveal my skin in inches.

I’m tempted to leave my pants on, to maintain this barrier and amp up my dominance over her, but it’s unnecessary.

She’s handed over full control; she deserves a reward.

When I’m nude and crawling back between her legs, she lifts a lazy hand to draw it over my shoulders and down my arms. Over my chest, nails scraping through the hair there and lower as I brush my aching cock through her folds.

Everything inside of me draws tight at the contact. The softness she offers me when I’ve been more than rough with her.

I don’t need to ask, but I do. “You ready for me?”

“Mmm. Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s what I like to hear, princess.” Sliding into her is like coming home. I don’t do any special gymnastics, no hard unrelenting beat, I simply enjoy her wet heat and the way her muscles contract around me.

It’s so easy to tuck her under me, to envelop her completely with my body, to relish in the soft touches of her exploring my body.

I cup the back of her head and tip her face to mine, drawing out a tender kiss that leaves me breathless.

Without rushing, my pleasure rises like warm water around me, ready to boil me alive.

Before I know it, my hips are seeking on their own, pushing me toward that blissful edge. It’s her touch, traipsing down my spine that does me in.

I reach between us to rub her clit, to make her come with me. I want to feel her wringing herself dry on my cock before I fill her up.

She responds beautifully, moaning softly in my ear until she jerks and pulses, gripping me like she can break me off inside her.

Sinking into her, I let myself go, relishing in the way her entire body trembles under me.

There was no need to break Harper. She’s already broken. But this, the way she still clings to me like she’s afraid I’m going to disappear…it ruins me.