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Chapter Ten

Gracie

V inny’s free hand follows each stroke of the hairbrush gliding through my silky blonde hair all the way to my ass.

When he stepped in the doorway from the bathroom to find me feeding Bonnie on the bed, he looked like he was about to pass out, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

His expression was priceless, and when I teased that he was acting like he’d seen no one breastfeed before, he told me he’s never been in the same room as someone feeding.

I slow-blinked at his reply; surely, I didn’t him right.

He told me his children’s mothers refused to breastfed, and I immediately felt bad for them.

Had they been starved of affection too? Yet Vinny practically showers me with love.

Even if he can’t see it yet, I see it in his eyes, in the way he masks his emotions to make me feel secure, and in the way he changes his tone of voice when I jump at his aggressiveness .

He watched from the corner of the room while I fed Bonnie, and his deep, hungry stare made me feel like I was being devoured without even being touched. Every cell in my body was alight under the blazing heat of his gaze.

“Has she finished?” His raspy voice sends a ripple of desire through me, and all I can do is nod.

“Take her to the nursery, then come back here.” He points between his legs, and I slide off the bed with Bonnie in my arms. Her cute little pout has me leaning down to kiss her soft waves, and as I slip her into her crib, her lips part on a soft whimper that has happiness creeping up my throat.

“Night, baby girl,” I whisper, and lean into her crib to deliver her another kiss while covering her with her fleece blanket.

She doesn’t so much as murmur when I tiptoe out of her room, and I leave the door slightly ajar.

I’m not used to being away from her at night, so it helps with my anxiety of her being in her own room.

Then I do just as Vinny asked and make my way between his parted legs. The man is sex on a stick, and his hungry gaze has heat surging through me, leaving me a wanton mess between my thighs.

It was only a short while ago that he filled me, but I want a repeat. Would I ever get enough of him? And him of me? The thought has my heart seizing.

“Have you read the contract yet?” He crooks a mocking brow in my direction.

“Most of it,” I mutter.

“Then you know I expect you to bow at my feet.”

Bow at his feet? What does he think this is, the 1800s ?

“What if I don’t?” I pout, knowing damn well what happens if I break the rules. In fact, I’m counting on it. According to his contract, I will be spanked, so I’m waiting for it to happen.

As if knowing my reasoning, his lip curls. I want to stroke his handsome face, but instead, I remain silent, waiting for him to bend me over his knee, pull down my sleep shorts, and spank my ass. The thought of his rough hand on my delicate skin makes me come alive with fervor.

“I’ll take you to my dungeon and leave you begging for pleasure.” He glares back at me, and my eyes widen.

“D-dungeon?” I don’t remember reading anything about a dungeon.

He nods slowly and his lip twitches. Nervousness hits me, and for the first time, I worry about what I’ve gotten myself into. Can I do this? A dungeon? I’ve gone from being na?ve and trusting, to being thrust into a world I barely know anything about, a world I was eager to remove myself from.

Still, I tell myself I will be leaving soon, so I might as well have a little fun before I start my new life as far away from so-called family as possible.

“I’ll leave your little pussy dripping in my cum, begging for me to fill you like a desperate little whore.

” My breath hitches, sticking in my throat, but he continues.

“I can’t decide if I want my little pet caged or chained to a bench.

” He chuckles, and my mouth drops open. He can’t be serious?

“Now, make your choice.” He muses, dragging his forefinger over his lip.

Something tells me either of them would satisfy him.

Slowly, I lower to the floor, reveling in the way his fingers grip the chair’s arm, and he sucks in a deep breath. Then I lower my head, like I saw in a movie.

“Good, Little Pet. Such a good girl for Daddy.” He strokes my head, and I could weep at the way the gesture warms my insides. “Climb on Daddy’s lap and let me see you,” he rumbles, as if it’s painful for him to speak so gently. The hairbrush has been discarded, long forgotten.

When I get to my feet, he reaches out. “Let Daddy take these off.” His voice is low and full of care, and he slides his fingers into the sides of my sleep shorts and lowers them to the floor. “Good.” He sits back in his chair and pats his thigh.

Leaning over him, I hold onto his shoulders and climb onto his lap so I’m straddling his waist. His chest is rising rapidly, and I blush at his reaction to me.

My fingers dig into the shoulders of his white dress shirt, and my legs rest on his thighs.

He wraps one arm behind my back, then lowers it to grip my ass cheek.

I bite into my bottom lip, trying not to moan against his touch.

The heat of his thick, calloused palm burns through me.

Then he slaps my ass hard, causing me to jolt.

“Take your top off, I want to try your milk.”

His words stun me, leaving me breathless, and I sink into the depths of his murky-gray eyes for reassurance.

A growl erupts from his throat. “Little Pet ”—he drags the latter out—“you’re making me angry.

Just do as I say like a good girl.” A sharp slap echoes in the air, then he caresses the flaming skin of my ass, causing me to wince.

Without needing further prompting, I lift my lacy camisole over my head and drop it to the floor. He hisses between his teeth at my tits bouncing freely, and I roll my lip into my mouth to stop myself from smiling.

Why do I want to please this man so much? Why when I laid eyes on the man who is my father’s stepfather, did I not quiver in fear and run from the dangerous glint in his eyes? Why do I crave his touch, beg for his approval? Why do I want him to love me?

“Shhh, Little Pet.” He presses his finger to my lips, and his eyes darken as he studies me with such scrutiny my heart clenches, stealing the oxygen from my lungs.

It’s like he’s searching my soul, revealing the lies and secrets hidden there, and disabling my plans before I can even put them into action.

“I own you, Little Pet. You’re mine.” The words roll off his tongue like a possessive threat, a vow, and I swallow back the fear wedged in my chest and give in to the way his rough hand lifts my breast to his mouth.

He kisses my breast before wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Feed Daddy, Little Pet,” he growls, and wetness slides from my pussy, and I swear I feel him smile against me.