Page 70 of Daddy Brigadier

I can get used to this lifestyle, but I’d prefer to earn it rather than fuck my way to it. I hope Valentin understands that, remembering his offer to buy me a car this morning.

The sound of the warehouse door draws my attention, piercing the heavy atmosphere, filled with men chatting, radios buzzing, and the tapping of shoes on the metal stairs as someone approaches.

When the Brigadier steps into his office, he demands my attention. He’s sexy and dominant. Untouchable.

But when his gaze falls on me, a slight, crooked smile teasing at the corners of his lips lights a fire burning deep in my core. In that single look, I know he is mine.

“How was work?” I ask, thinking that’s what women do when their man comes home from work. I think I saw it on TV once—definitely not something I witnessed between my nonexistent parents growing up.

“Bad day,” he grunts, rubbing his hand over his face.

“Is there anything I can help with?”

Valentin walks over to me. “Come with me,” he whispers, his thumb gently grazing my bottom lip.

Those three powerful words send a thrill through me, tightening my chest, and my eyes widen in response to his delicious, commanding tone.

“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur, clearly expressing my consent to his command. A spark of excitement spontaneously ignites in my belly, an electric thrill racing through me and crashing back down to my core with an exhilarating thud.

Valentin takes my hand firmly, guiding me from his office to his bedroom.Ourbedroom.

I pause at the foot of the bed, waiting for his next instruction. His eyes fall to my chest, the dress cascading low over my nipples as the strap hangs off my shoulder. “Take off the dress.”

I comply without hesitation, sliding the dress off my shoulders.

My skin tingles as the delicate fabric falls away, pooling at my feet and leaving my waist bare, since I’m not permitted to wear any underwear.

He tightly grips my hair, the pressure sending a jolt of pain through me. “You filthy little slut,” he snarls into my mouth. “Waiting in my office, teasing me with those hardened nipples, flaunting them under that dress as if they don’t already belong to me.”

I gasp, a mix of shame and desire swirling within me, causing my thighs to tighten and my core to throb. “Sorry, Daddy,” I whimper. “I—I misbehaved.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t punish you for teasing me?” His voice—deep, menacing, and resolute—pierces through me likestatic electricity, sending shivers down my legs. The rush of anticipation is so intense that it nearly overwhelms me.

“Let me feel how wet you are,” he groans, parting my thighs with his hand. His fingers slide between my folds, finding my needy pussy.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, easing two fingers inside me unexpectedly. The abrupt sensation causes me to tighten around him, and a moan tears from my throat as his fingers curl deeply within me.

“Stroke me,” he growls.

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe into his neck. My hands unzip his pants and pull out his cock. I wrap my hand around his thick shaft and tug on it.

“Harder,” he commands, his teeth grazing my ear. “Keep going until I tell you to stop.”

I obey, working him firmly as his thumb presses to my clit, making tormenting sweeps.

“Who owns this sweet little cunt?” he growls, making my thighs quake.

“Daddy does,” I answer breathlessly. “Daddy owns my cunt.”

He rubs my clit with relentless firmness, the burn almost too much to bear, but the pain twists into raw pleasure. I begin to rock against him, one hand still working his cock, the other clinging around his shoulder. Each thrust of his finger makes me breathe out a moan.

His touch is brutal, but gentle.

“Stop!” Valentin is in control, and I love him for it. I stop jerking him and drop my hands back to my side.

He withdraws his fingers from me and then pushes them into my mouth, the tip of his finger striking the back of my throat, making me instantly gag. I feel the instinct to pull away, but his grip on my hair tightens, holding me exactly where he wants me.

My mind spins with submission, a heady mix of fear and arousal surging through me.