Page 22 of His to Watch
"Need to have you one more time," he growls against my lips. "Need to send you into the world with me still inside you."
Any protest I might have made dies in my throat as he carries me to the information desk—a circular counter in the center of the lobby where visitors normally get maps and audio guides. He sets me on the edge, pushing my skirt up around my waist in one smooth motion.
"Here?" I gasp, glancing nervously at the entrance doors. "What if someone?—"
"No one's coming yet," he assures me, already freeing himself from his uniform pants. "And I need this. Need you."
The desperation in his voice, the raw need in his eyes, silences any further objections. I spread my legs for him, watching as his eyes darken at the sight of my ruined panties, still damp from our previous encounters.
"My good girl," he praises, tearing the thin fabric away rather than bothering to remove them properly. "Always ready for Daddy."
I should be embarrassed by how quickly my body responds, how easily I fall back into the role that felt so natural in thedarkness. But as he positions himself at my entrance, as he pushes inside with one powerful thrust that makes me cry out, I realize this isn't a role at all.
This is who I am with him. Who I've perhaps always been, waiting for the right man to recognize it, to draw it out of me.
"Mine," he growls as he begins to move, each thrust making the solid desk creak beneath us. "Tell me who you belong to, little girl."
"You," I gasp, clinging to his shoulders as he claims me one final time. "Only you, Daddy."
The filthy praise flows from him as he pounds into me—how perfect I am, how tight, how beautiful taking his cock, how good at making Daddy feel good. Each word sinks into me like truth, like revelation.
Sunlight streams through the high windows now, painting stripes across the marble floor, across our joined bodies. There's no darkness to hide in, no shadows to blame for our behavior. Just us, in the clear light of morning, choosing this. Choosing each other.
My climax takes me by surprise, crashing over me with unexpected force. I bury my face against his neck to muffle my cries as pleasure radiates through me in waves. He follows immediately after, his release filling me one last time, marking me from the inside before we must face the outside world.
As we catch our breath, as he carefully fixes my skirt and helps me down from the desk on trembling legs, I realize with perfect clarity: This wasn't just a lockdown-induced madness. This wasn't just circumstance or proximity or adrenaline.
This was finding something I didn't know I needed. Something I don't want to lose when those doors open.
"Ready?" he asks, straightening his uniform, though nothing can hide the satisfied gleam in his eyes or the possessive way his hand settles at the small of my back.
I nod, suddenly certain despite all logic suggesting I should run far and fast from such intensity after just one night.
"Ready, Daddy," I whisper, just for us, just before we step into the morning light.
And the smile that spreads across his face tells me everything I need to know.
This isn't ending.
It's just beginning.
fourteen
. . .
Jerald
The morning lightfeels like an intrusion as I walk Tatianna to her car in the employee lot. My hand rests possessively on the small of her back, guiding her through the exit doors that were sealed tight just minutes ago. She walks with a slight hitch in her step—physical evidence of my thorough claiming throughout the night. Good. I want her to feel me with every movement today, to have the constant reminder of what we shared, of who she belongs to now. Her modest blouse covers the bite mark on her shoulder, her skirt hides the bruises on her thighs, but I know they're there. My marks. My claim. The sight of her keys in her small hand makes something primitive in me bristle—the idea of her driving away, even temporarily, feels wrong. Like someone's trying to steal what's mine.
"You'll come to my place after you've had some rest?" I confirm, though it's not really a question. There's no scenario where I'm letting her out of my life now.
She nods, looking up at me with those big doe eyes that still hold a hint of disbelief at everything that's happened. "I just need to shower and get some clean clothes."
The thought of her washing away my scent, my seed, makes my jaw clench. Irrational, but I can't help it. "Don't shower," I growl before I can stop myself. "Want you to feel me inside you all day."
Her cheeks flush that perfect pink I've come to crave, but she doesn't look away. "Okay," she whispers, and Christ if that simple submission doesn't make my cock stir again despite the night's exertions.
We reach her modest sedan, and I crowd her against the driver's door, caging her between my body and the car. Need one more taste before she leaves, even temporarily. My mouth claims hers in a kiss that's more possession than affection, my hand fisting in her hair to hold her exactly where I want her.
