Page 26 of Restless Obsession

“Such a good girl. You have any idea how many times I’ve jerked myself off to this?”

“Watching me?” A sassy little brow rose. “I think I know.” If I were close enough, I would spank her for mouthing off and being so damn sexy it made my balls ache.

I bit down on my bottom lip.

“Watching. Re-watching,” I shared. Her eyes flared, and a wolfish grin stretched my lips. “You didn’t think daddy would record your shows? Fuck, even imagining being right here, at arm’s length and somehow managing to keep my hands to myself.”

“You’re farther than arm’s length,” she pointed out with a moan.

“You’re right.” I stood and took three long strides that brought me to the edge of her bed.

I fell onto my knees, and her eyes locked with mine.

Every damn nerve in my body wanted to reach and touch her. But I had made a promise. I might be fucked up in the head with no sense of boundaries compared to other men, but my word was my bond, and soon, Lucy would know I didn’t say or do anything I didn’t mean, and I always, always kept my promises.

“Daddy.” Lucy’s hips moved to a rhythm I was already more than familiar with.

“I taped each and every one of our one-on-ones, baby girl. Jerked my dick raw to them on days I couldn’t talk to you.”

“Daddy,” she whined, arching her back, lifting those hips up like she couldn’t get that little peach to rub close enough.

“Pull those panties off. Slowly,” I instructed, and she didn’t waste time. Once she was bare and open, she picked up the peach.

Her eyes locked with mine. Dilated with pleasure and desire and something that looked a whole lot like love shined back at me. Holy fucking shit, I’d known Lucy was mine in every way, but there was something humbling, something so mind blowing, so incredible at seeing the trust she had in me as she handed over her submission to me.

This little kink of ours wasn’t about being sick in the head or dealing with unprocessed issues.

It was a power exchange.

She might do as I said and call me daddy as she looked up at me like I was some kind of protector and provider, but she held all the power. I lived and breathed and would die for her. Work down to blood and bone to make her happy.

“Put that little peach on that pretty little starburst for me, Sunshine,” I coaxed. She swallowed, her breathing visibly shallow. Her eyes fluttered shut the moment that peach started to suction around her bundle of nerves. “Such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?” I growled. My knees bounced with unfurled energy. “Jesus, baby, look at you, so damn perfect,” I grunted, undoing my belt slowly without taking my eyes off her little pussy.

“Daddy,” she whispered softer and sweeter than I’d ever heard her before.

“Look at how drippy wet you are for daddy.” My mouth watered as I popped the top button of my pants to get some kind of relief. The steel monster between my legs was aching to be freed.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please what, Sunshine?” I goaded, needing the words more than I needed air in my lungs.

“Touch me.”

“You get what that means?” I swallowed hard, standing to my feet but keeping myself anchored as if it would hold me back from touching her.

She nodded, but I shook my head.

“Need your words, Lucy.” The words vibrated in my chest. “You tell me what daddy wants to hear, and you’ll get it. You’ll get all of him.” Her eyes drifted to my crotch, belt and button undone, the bulge of the monster behind it, waiting to claim her, almost obscene.

“I’m yours. I’ve been yours, Victor,” she said, sealing our fate.

Hearing her words, the steady tone she spoke them in, obliterated the small fraction of control I had.

Instead of pouncing on her, my hand enveloped her delicate ankle. Her leg relaxed, and my fingertips skimmed their way up her calf to the edge of the socks before pulling one sexy little knee sock off, revealing the hot pink shade she’d chosen earlier at her pedicure.

“So fucking pretty,” I rasped, kissing the inside of her ankle before pressing my lips to the tops of her feet and moving my attention to the other leg and doing the same there. When I was done, a knee hit the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight.

“What do you think your subscribers would do if they could see me in here with you? Daddy with his pretty girl, about to ruin her for anyone else who might come sniffing around.”