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CHAPTER 15
TRINITY
“Little Rabbit,” Lucky murmured against her ear, the endearment sending shivers down Trinity's spine as he lifted her from the back of the motorcycle. She gazed up at him, fighting back tears. “I got you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered back, allowing herself to sink into the safety of his arms.
They slipped away from the men, seeking the solace of Lucky's private upstairs quarters.
“Look at me, Trinity,” Lucky commanded, sitting her onto the edge of the bed, his tone laced with the potent blend of tenderness and authority that defined their unique bond. She complied immediately, her gaze lifting to meet his—a Little Girl seeking reassurance from the man who embodied her strength.
“Tonight, I feared…” He trailed off, the vulnerability flashing across his weathered features before he composed himself. “But here you are—safe, with me.”
“I was so scared,” she confessed. Her fingers clutched at the leather of his cut. “I’m only safe because you came for me,” she said, her voice small. “I tried, Daddy. I tried to fight when they took me, and they knocked me out. I spent hours trying to get out of my bonds. I used a chair leg—I tried. I wasn’t very good atescaping by myself. I wanted to. I wanted to do it on my own. I failed?—”
“You didn’t fail, Little Rabbit. You survived. I’m proud of you for trying. I’m proud of you for not giving up.” In the dimly lit room, Lucky's fingers traced the contours of her face. Then, deftly, he shifted, assuming the mantle of dominance they both craved.
“I know,” she sighed. “But I still feel like I failed.” She looked down at her hands, overwhelmed with failure. She couldn’t decide if she needed to reach for a stuffie and slip into Little space or if she needed something more potent tonight. The Little and the Submissive in her battled. Did she need to be owned or did she need to be coddled and cherished?
“On your knees,” Lucky said, seeming to know exactly what she needed in that moment.
Trinity sank gracefully to the floor before him, her submission a gift freely given and ardently received.
“Tonight, you showed courage. You held on for me. Now, let it go. Let go of the responsibility you feel for what happened. Let go of the guilt. Let me take care of you,” he soothed.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her surrender complete. In this space, in this moment, there was no fear, no danger—only the profound trust and love that tethered her to this man, her protector, her president, her partner.
Lucky lifted her chin, his thumb sweeping across her bottom lip possessively. “I got you. I'll always have you. You are mine.” The air crackled with anticipation, every nerve ending attuned to the dance of power and pleasure they were about to perform. Here, in the quiet aftermath of chaos, she knew her Daddy would weave her pain into passion, her fear into fervor. He could take everything bad from the night away.
“Stand and undress,” Lucky's command sent shivers cascading down Trinity's spine. “Slowly, Little Rabbit.”
Trinity's fingers trembled as she reached for the hem of her shirt. Her skin, kissed by the soft lighting of the room, seemed to glow as she exposed herself inch by inch. Next were her jeans, the unbuttoning an intimate striptease performed for an audience of one. As she slid the denim over her hips, down her thighs, she felt the weight of Lucky's gaze, heavy and heated, tracking the progress.
She looked at him as he watched her undress, a predator enthralled, hunger carved into every line of his weathered face. His eyes held promises of pleasure. Her breath, now shallow with nerves and need, misted in the space between them. Trinity stood bare, waiting for the next command.
Lucky paced around Trinity, the air charged with electricity; a prowling beast claiming his territory. With each step, his dominance wrapped around. His eyes, dark and penetrating, devoured every inch of her exposed flesh, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through Trinity's bones. “Turn for me, Little Rabbit,” Lucky commanded, his words laced with authority and an undercurrent of raw need. Trinity obeyed, her movement fluid and full of grace, a dance of devotion as she presented herself to him. He circled her once more, before reaching out to trail a calloused finger down the curve of her spine. She shivered, anticipation licking at her skin like flames.
“Come here,” Lucky said, his tone brooking no argument. He extended his hand and Trinity placed hers within it, feeling the reassuring roughness of his grip. He led her to the bed where she reclined, her breath catching as the soft sheets caressed her bare skin.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
As instructed, Trinity spread her legs, the most intimate parts of her laid open for Lucky's ravenous gaze.
“Look at you,” Lucky growled, his voice thick with lust, “it’s all mine.”
Trinity's pulse raced, her body aching with the need to be claimed, to be cherished in the way only he could.
“Please, Daddy…” she whispered.
“I need this tonight as much as you do, baby girl.” Lucky positioned himself, his hands framing her face with tenderness. He entered her slowly, deliberately, stretching and filling her until she gasped at the exquisite sensation of being completely taken by him.
Their bodies moved together in a primal dance driven by the adrenaline of tonight and the fear of losing each other. Lucky set a pace that was relentless and thorough, each thrust a testament to his possession over her. Trinity's world narrowed to the feel of him inside her—powerful, commanding,perfect.
“All mine,” Lucky claimed, each word being punctuated by a movement that drove deeper into her core. Trinity arched beneath him, her nails digging into the muscle of his back, marking him as irrevocably as he did her.
“Yours,” she affirmed, the word a vow, a surrender, a declaration of love and trust. Together they climbed, higher and higher, until the world shattered into a million sparkling fragments of pure, incandescent bliss. They rode the wave of their climax, a crescendo of pleasure that left them both breathless and spent.
