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Chapter Twenty-Four

Vinny

T he room is blanketed in darkness when I slip inside.

After Massio left, I spent the next hour on the phone listening in on Rafael’s breakdown of what he’d discovered during his torture of dealers.

It was no shock to hear that Harrison Davis did indeed plant him inside the club, but our security intercepted him before the police arrived.

The man certainly has a boner for our family, and as a thorn in our side, we will spend every waking day on edge until that damn thorn is removed.

Her soft snoozes are like a cloak of contentment whispering over my skin with each breath she takes, and as I stroke the tie with the tips of my fingers, I can’t help but reevaluate my previous plans. Should I just let her sleep?

Pre-cum slides down the tip of my cock at imagining taking her in her sleep, so I watch the shadow of her small form while I undress. Was there really any other option ?

Grabbing the tie, I make my way toward the top of the bed to stare down at her.

Beautiful, every inch of her. Bringing a lock of her hair to my nostrils, I breathe her in, then let the silkiness slip from my fingertips and onto the pillow.

I flick on the bedside light, and she stirs in her sleep.

She stretches like a cat, and her pouty lips move, but she doesn’t open her eyes, still deep enough in her slumber to allow me to carry out my devious plan.

With the hook on her collar between my fingers, I thread the tie through it and wrap the other end around the bedframe.

After moving down the bed, I grip her ankles and flip her onto her stomach, and she jolts with a loud squeal.

My cock bursts pre-cum at the noise, and my tongue thickens when I imagine taking her roughly, but I choose to pacify her instead. “It’s okay, Little Pet, Daddy’s here.”

She exhales and her shoulders sag.

“Lift up onto your knees so Daddy can lick you.”

With her elbows digging into the mattress, she pushes herself up onto her knees, leaving her ass and pussy exposed for me.

“Good girl,” I praise from behind her, stroking her toned asscheek.

Without warning, I raise my palm and slap her ass hard, the crack reverberating through the room, and she releases a whimper that has my cock jumping with triumph.

“That’s a good little pet, taking Daddy’s punishment. ”

Slap.

“Next time I tell you to do something”— slap —“you do it!” The sound of my palm connecting with her ass again has my cock leaking.

Slap.

“Apologize. ”

She buries her head in the sheets, a sob emanating from her, and my heart seizes for a split second, then my blood rushes as her slickness gathers between her legs. “Such a greedy little slut for Daddy.” My hand crashes against her asscheek.

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy.” I yank the free end of the tie, using it as a rein to force her head where I want it to be.

Slap.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Slap.

“I’ll be a good girl.” She sniffles. “I promise.”

Gently, I stroke over her reddened ass, reveling in the way she pushes back against my hand. “Daddy’s going to fill your cunt with his cum.”

“Please …”

“I’m going to force my baby inside you, Gracie.”

Stepping forward, I push my cock into her tight opening, ramming into her small pussy hole.

I groan as my cock sinks in and out of her, smearing her pussy juices and my pre-cum with every slide.

My pelvis slams against her ass, and I piston into her, using her hole punishingly.

I yank harder on the tie, wrapping it around my fist. “Fuck yes.”

She moans, and my balls ache to release. “You like that, Little Pet? You like Daddy fucking you like a slut?”

Her pussy contracts around me, letting me know just how much she likes it. “Yes!” Her pussy muscles suck me in, the bed hits the wall with each rhythmic stroke, and her spine arches as her orgasm hits her.

“Jesus,” I croak, pleasure zipping up my spine, and when my slit releases cum into her womb, I slam myself deeper, willing my seed to take form.

“Give Daddy a baby, Little Pet,” I mumble into her back as I fold over her.

“Breed for Daddy,” I pant out into the room, meaning every word, and we fall to the mattress in a sticky heap.