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  Panting, he intertwined his fingers in her hair, holding her in place, keeping her in between his legs. God, he adored her mouth, the heat and wetness. As she started to take him down an inch at a time, her strong jaw muscles clamping around him, he issued a series of grunts. He was lightheaded as he jutted his hips forward, placing his other hand on the side of her head.

  Taking him down another inch, then another, she seemed to relax her throat, her mouth open wide.

  He rolled onto the balls of his feet, taking over control, pumping in and out. “Take all of me.”

  She opened her mouth even wider as he face-fucked her, driving in harder. Deeper. Her fingers stroked up and down to meet her mouth, her other hand fondling his balls.

  “Shit, baby girl. Shit.” He was no longer able to control his breathing and he opened his lazy eyes to study her shimmering face as beads of sweat rolled down to his chin, dropping one after the other. He was so alive, every cell in his body sizzling from the fire coursing through his veins. He pumped harder and faster, the tip hitting the back of her throat. He could explode, sliding cum down the back of her throat but he wanted more. He needed to be inside of her.

  Her face held a look of adoration as well as ravaging lust, the light gagging sounds floating up toward him.

  He thrust for a few more seconds until he knew he would lose all control if he didn’t stop. Pushing her back and breaking the connection, he threw his head back and roared as he clenched down his animalistic needs. After helping his amazing baby girl to her feet, he picked her up, cradling her in his arms. “Not like this. Not this time.”

  “I want everything, Sir.” She pressed her hand against his chest and nuzzled into his neck as he walked through the house.

  As he entered the darkened bedroom, the moonlight streaming in through the blinds, he turned her in a full circle before lowering his head. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.” Giving her no time to answer, he captured her mouth, holding the kiss before sliding his tongue past her lips. The taste of her was just as before, a breath of fresh air, tantalizing every one of his senses.

  She clung to him, her fingers digging into his skin, soft mewls coming from her throat. Their tongues entwined, moving together in a sweet orchestration.

  The kiss was soft at first, full of love and caring. Then he was unable to stop the passion, the roar of need shared between them. He hovered over the bed, kneeling on top and lowering her down, his lips never leaving hers. The way her fingers caressed him, moving up and down was the ignition to another series of fires. Kneeing her legs apart, he pulled first one of her legs then the other around his waist. He broke the kiss, licking across the seam of her mouth.

  Her breath sounds became ragged as she tilted her head, exposing her neck.

  Dominick licked across her jawline, moving down to her neck, sucking and biting down. He wanted her marked, for the entire world to know that she belonged to him and no one else. The moment he rose onto his forearms, she slid her hand down, squeezing his cock before placing it to her pussy.

  “Fuck me, Sir. Please.”

  The thought of the ass plug was sinful, and he gave her a heated smile before thrusting the entire length of his dick all the way inside.

  She gasped from the force used, arching her back as she pushed hard against his chest. “Yes, oh, yes.”

  He loved to hear her soft whimpers, her moans of ecstasy as he pumped in and out, taking his time, enjoying the way her body responded. He wanted this to last, to go for as long as possible. With every almost brutal thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin, he moved into a state of raw euphoria. There was nothing but the two of them, sharing the wonderful experience, engaged in a carnal act.

  Locking her feet together, she raked her nails down the side of his neck, her mouth pursed as she clamped down her pussy muscles.

  “You’re a terrible tease, baby girl,” he managed before his breath was stolen, his dick aching. There was no way he was going to be able to hold back. As the climax rushed from his swollen balls, filling his shaft, he gazed into her eyes and for this beautiful moment, they were as one. “Come with me. Come.”

  Her mouth was pinched, her eyes closed and her entire body shaking. “Yes… I…”

  He threw his head back, his body bracing as the climax hit him hard. “Fuck!” Panting, he savored the exquisite moment, falling into utter rapture.

  Minutes later, he wrapped his body around hers, her back against his chest, their fingers encased together. He concentrated on the sound of their beating hearts as he tried to catch his breath. He sensed she was drifting off to a wondrous slumber and he couldn’t help but smile. Everything he’d ever experienced, all the desire for fame and fortune, love and lust came down to this moment. As he opened his mouth to whisper in her ear, he heard the three little words that she whispered, ones that could forever change their lives.

  “I love you.”

  Chapter Nine

  Waking up in her daddy’s arms had been unexpected. The fact she’d fallen asleep had been wondrous. However, seeing the morning light streaming in through the window that morning had been disastrous, especially since she’d been almost an hour late to work. Jenna was sore all over, the ass plug now driving her insane. At least he hadn’t increased the size, as he’d mentioned more than once. That would come later. Every time she moved, the plug shifted, pushing against her muscles, creating quiver after quiver.

  “I want you more than any woman I’ve ever had.”

  The words remained burning in the back of her mind. Then she remembered she’d told him she loved him. “Ugh.” Of course, her words were issued in the throes of passion, but Jesus. What had she been thinking? Still, they’d made love several times after that, including in the pool. His body was as demanding as his mind, his needs outweighing any concept of rationality. When she was with him, time simply didn’t matter. She shuddered from the delicious and very wicked thought.

  Thank God the day was coming to an end. She was going to go home, open a bottle of wine and kick her feet up. She glanced at the clock, giddy that it was almost five. As she turned off her computer, easing all her folders into a neat pile, she heard the sound of her phone. Groaning, she snagged it from her purse, smiling at seeing her bestie on the line. “Camie. Happy Friday.”

  I was spanked and fucked last night over and over again.

  As if she could mention a thing regarding the details.

  “I’m going to pick you up at seven. I hope you have a snazzy dress to wear. Make certain it’s elegant and tasteful. Not that your clothes aren’t tasteful, but this is a very special event and I need everything perfect,” Camie rattled on.

  “What are you talking about?”

  She exhaled into the phone in an exaggerated fashion. “I thought you might have forgotten.”

  “Forgotten what?”

  “That you’re my date tonight for the Arts Council dinner? The huge function that Mark couldn’t attend. Remember I asked you at lunch?”

  No, she didn’t remember a thing. “I can’t.”

  “Please don’t tell me you have a date with the mystery spanker.”

  Jenna rolled her eyes. “No, he’s unavailable tonight, but I have other things to do.” I have a life. Right. She had the television and copious amounts of wine.

  “You have to go. You just have to. I need support. This is what I’ve been working on for almost six months and I need you in my corner. God, the truth is, I need a miracle. If this event goes south, my career is going with it,” Camie insisted.

  Jenna vaguely remembered the question being asked and her willingness to go, but she’d been under her daddy’s spell at the time. “Fine. What kind of fancy dress are we talking about?”

  “Something long and slinky. This is black tie.”

  “I’m going to kill you. I hope you know that.” She had two long dresses in her closet and neither one of them was appropriate for anything but a wedding and that might be a huge maybe given th
e frou-frou material.

  “Just find something that’s sexy as hell, but—”

  “Tasteful. Conservative. I got it,” Jenna huffed.

  Camie laughed nervously. “This will be fun. Trust me.” She hesitated, a strangled sound popping from her mouth. “Well, I hope like hell it’s fun. Yes, I’m certain it will be.”

  “Said the spider to the fly. You owe me, my BFF.”

  “Are you certain that you weren’t going to your hunk’s house tonight?” Camie teased. “A little spanking refresher?”

  “Death to you. Death. I’ll be ready.” As she ended the call, she sank further into her chair. Where in the hell was she going to buy a dress this late and for her budget? What budget? She had two hundred dollars in her bank account to keep her going until payday. Pulling out the credit card was going to have to do. Great. If she focused on paying off her tremendous student loans, let alone her credit card, she might be free of debt when she was eighty.

  Ten minutes later she was inside of her favorite outlet style store, searching the racks for anything appropriate. She was almost desperate and running out of time. When she happened on a long, gorgeous plum-colored piece, slinky in all the right places, she squealed like a little girl. Thank God she had the perfect shoes to go with the heavenly dress. She rushed toward the checkout, realizing that she hadn’t let her daddy know of her change in plans. At this point, she had zero time to even text him. She’d accept his punishment later.

  Tossing the bag into the car, she jumped inside, praying to God that she wouldn’t get a ticket on the way home. The satellite radio on full blast, she kept her speed just above the limit as she made twists and turns, swerving around other vehicles as she jammed down the accelerator. She knew nothing about the Arts Council or what Camie had been doing as of late. They rarely talked business. Shame on her.

  The traffic was horrific, especially given it was a Friday but by the grace of some God, she made it home just after six. She was panting as she attempted to freshen up, including a quick shower and new makeup. At that very moment she noticed the bite mark on her neck. “Fuck.” She’d spent the entire day at work, passing by the other assistants and managers and hadn’t noticed the slight purple color. Where the hell was her cover-up stick?

  Five solid minutes later, she managed to locate it and prayed. This wasn’t the kind of event she should attend looking like a teenager in heat. “Thank God.” She had to admit, the savage beast in her master was sinful.

  At precisely six-forty, she stood glaring at her reflection. The dress was perfect, highlighting every one of her curves, but her hair… What the hell was she going to do with her hair? The best she could come up with was a sweeping bun, messy in all the right places, strands falling in her face. She stood back, brushing her hands down the front then decided to be a little more festive. Adding glitter and some darker eyeshadow, she twisted back and forth, satisfied that she looked the part.

  Whatever the hell that meant.

  She had to dig through her drawer to find an appropriate shade of lipstick, finally settling on passion purple. The slick glossy effect was exactly what she needed. She heard the knock on her front door as she dragged her heels out of the closet, skipping toward the entrance, her clutch in her hand. As she threw open the door, she realized she’d know instantly if she was on the mark or a garish piece of trash.

  “Oh. My. God. You’re stunning.” Camie shook her head. Dressed in fire engine red, the buxom blonde was sophisticated and beautiful.

  “Mark is going to hate himself for not going with you tonight.”

  “Let’s hope so, bastard. Oops,” Camie mumbled as her eyes twinkled. “Don’t tell on me.”

  “Not saying a word,” Jenna insisted, holding up her hands.

  “There will be scores of photographers there, so I can certainly throw this in his face. Come on, girl. Let’s go party.”

  As they settled into Camie’s SUV, she eased back, wishing this could be something she attended with Dominick. She bit her lip to keep from moaning and touched the bite, self-conscious as hell.

  “And how was your night? You have that freshly fucked look.”

  “Fantastic. And no, you’re still not getting details. And no teasing.”

  “You’re such a meanie.”

  Jenna fidgeted, bursting at the seams to say anything. “I will say this. He has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”

  Camie chuckled. “No fair. By the way, he was at the restaurant the other day, wasn’t he?”

  Jenna couldn’t fight off the laugh. “Yes, he was.”

  “That’s what I thought. I hope you can tell me all about him one day. And not just about his stunning physique either. You have me so curious.”

  “I will. I promise.”

  They were halfway to the event when Jenna realized that she’d left her phone at home. She opened her mouth to try to convince Camie to turn around then thought better of it. One night wasn’t going to do anything. He would understand her predicament. Wouldn’t he? Besides, he’d mentioned he was going out of town for the night on business. He wouldn’t have time to miss her texts. Nope. She hissed under her breath, her thoughts drifting to what could happen if he found out. She wouldn’t be sitting for a solid week.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” What was she supposed to say? “I was just supposed to text him. I forgot.” The words were blurted out before she could stop them. What was this, confession time?

  “He really has you wrapped around his finger. Doesn’t he?”

  “You don’t understand. What we share is everything I’ve ever wanted.”

  “A father figure?”

  Hearing Camie issue the words made her grimace. “Authoritative and yes. You know I’ve craved that my entire life.” She thought about the lies she’d told him. Why? Why had she invented details about her past? Embarrassment.

  Camie took a deep breath. “I understand you think he’s the right guy, but what do you really know about him?”

  “We’ve been through this.”

  “Honey, I’m not pushing you, but you follow everything he commands you to do. Right? You don’t go anywhere without letting him know. My guess is you text him before you go to the bathroom. That’s not normal. What is going to happen if you have a job where you travel? Or what if you couldn’t get ahold of him? Is he going to be nasty and mean to you?”

  “It’s not like that and Daddy isn’t that strict. He’s amazing.”

  Camie mumbled under her breath. “Daddy isn’t that strict. You should hear yourself. I will make this promise. If he hurts you after everything you’ve been through in your life, I swear to God, I will kill him with my bare hands.”

  Jenna leaned closer, batting her eyelashes and laughing. “That’s my big sister and I love you for that.”

  “I’m serious. I don’t like how demanding he is. I just read…”

  “What?” She glanced at her friend, her gut churning. “What did you start to say?”

  “Nothing.”

  “No, what?” Jenna insisted.

  “Ugh. When you ran off to the bathroom, I looked at your phone. I know. I’m sorry. Actually, no, I’m not. I wanted to see who this guy was.”

  Had she put his name on her phone? Shit. She’d used Dominick. But no last name. Thank God. “You invaded my privacy.”

  “Because you refused to tell me anything. That’s never been you. Keeping secrets makes me nervous for you.”

  “You had no right to search through my private things. None. I wouldn’t do that to you!” Hearing the manner that she was snapping at her friend gave her pause. She’d never been nasty or rude to Camie in any way. Her bestie had been with her through thick and thin, making certain she had everything she needed during a time no one seemed to give a shit. “I’m sorry for snapping at you but I want this more than anything I’ve wanted in my life.”

  An awkward tension settled in.

  Camie tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as
she made a series of turns. “Jenna. I know that. I’ve known how much you wanted a family all your life. You just can’t create one. You’re going to find the right man and fall in love one day for all the right reasons. Not because he fits the fantasy. You know I’m right.”

  The words hit her hard. She’d lied to Dominick about her family. There was no family unit, no one to visit in Florida even if she wanted to. She was nobody to no one and the reality suddenly hit her as hard as it had years before. “I know that. I’m not trying to. Just trust me for once. Okay?” Camie was the only person in her life that she considered family to any degree.

  Sighing, she patted Jenna on the leg. “Fine, but take it slowly. Okay? Please?”

  “I will and I am. We’re not a couple or anything. I’m not certain he wants to be seen with me in public. He had me sign some papers.”

  “Papers?”

  “You know. A nondisclosure so I wouldn’t tell the world anything about him. I only know so much anyway.”

  Camie’s mouth dropped open. “I can’t fucking believe the audacity of this man.”

  “Don’t give me that. Imagine if his public found out he has some young chick on the side he’s spanking every third day or so.”

  “Doesn’t that bother you just a little bit?”

  Jenna shrugged as the downtown came into view. She hadn’t really thought about whether it bothered her until now. “We have an arrangement. Nothing more.”

  “And you’re in love with him. Does he know that?”

  She bit her lip, the nervous tension in her jacking to a high level. “I kinda told him last night.” Hearing Camie’s intense sigh, she shrank further into the seat. “He might not have heard. We were… Well, it was after making love.”

  “Perfect.” Camie shook her head.

  Okay, so she was hoping Dominick would take her on a date at some point, but what they shared was all about the moment.