Bound (The Devil’s Vow #2)

16. Daddy’s Lesson

Chapter sixteen

Daddy’s Lesson

I widened my eyes. “What lesson is that?”

“How to properly ride Daddy’s cock.”

I licked my lips. “I would love to learn.”

“You’re such a good little princess.”

He leaned his head to the side. “Are you still a little sore from earlier today?”

“A little.”

“Hmmm.” He slid his hands down my back, tracing the curve of my spine before settling on my hips. And his touch painted fire along my skin, yet the cool night breeze softened it, making my senses dance between warmth and chill.

He licked his lips. “Still. . .I need you to understand something.”

“Okay.”

“Sore or not, you’re going to take all of me, princess, even if it hurts, even if my cock hits your fucking ribs.”

“O-okay.”

“Because you know you belong to Daddy.”

A delicious shiver ran through me. “I do.”

I’d never felt more alive, more. . .seen.

Submitting to Gianni was like sinking into dark velvet.

Soft.

Enveloping.

Inescapable.

There was no part of him that wasn’t demanding, no part that wasn’t made to dominate, to claim, and with each moment spent under his control, I felt my own resolve unravel in the most beautiful way.

It was a seductive power, one that made me forget everything.

My fears.

My doubts.

Even my pride.

Beneath his gaze, his touch, I felt precious, cherished, even if he was selfish in the way he kept me close.

In his world, in his darkness, I was his center, his obsession.

I couldn’t pinpoint when it had happened, this shift within me, this transformation that made me long for his dominance .

Crave it.

He was a dangerous man—a fact that should’ve made me wary, maybe even terrified. But that very danger—his raw violence—was what drew me closer.

Knowing he could break me, yet choosing not to, made me feel powerful in his arms, like I was the key to taming his beast.

And the act of submitting, of yielding to his every command, was a release like no other.

Especially, in a life where I’d always fought to prove myself, where I’d always had to be poised and perfect, this was freedom.

My body was his, and he molded my desires.

It was an intimacy so deep it felt like our souls were woven together.

I wasn't just surrendering to him; I was doing it because every fiber of me craved this closeness, this trust, this exquisite vulnerability that only he could unlock.

“Oh, princess. I can tell already that I’m going to enjoy this lesson.” Groaning, he gripped me firmly, lifting me up just a little and then guiding my pussy on top of the tip of his cock.

Oh shit.

I looked down between us.

The sight of his glistening cock poised at my entrance made my heart gallop.

A wave crashed on us, wrapping around us like a lover’s embrace, mingling with our heat and carrying my gasp to the stars above.

Warm water dripped down the side of my face.

I lifted my view and his eyes were on me, heavy with desire and an intensity that burned right into my soul.

That gaze was raw and primal.

“Are you ready, princess?”

My bottom lip quivered. “Yes.”

With my eyes still locked on his, I braced myself and slowly sank down onto his cock.

Oh damn.

I forgot how big he was, how the thick length could stretch me in a way that was so intensely delicious it bordered on pain.

A shocked gasp tore from my throat.

“Mmmm.” Gianni's low growl vibrated through me as he gripped my hips tighter. “That's it, princess. Take all of me.”

“O-oh God.” Every inch of him filled my pussy.

And like before, his cock just kept going deeper and deeper.

“Fuck yes.” He crashed his lips onto mine again in a raw, savage kiss, muffling my cries as his cock burrowed deeper into the soft folds of my body.

The sensations were too much.

Too intense.

The erotic pleasure teetered on the edge of sensually unbearable.

And yet I could not—would not—stop him.

My body was his now, succumbing to this frantic rhythm of my heart and the animalistic hot need coursing through us both.

When his big cock bottomed out inside me, I shivered, and he paused allowing me to adjust to his size.

My chest rose and fell fast.

He tilted forward and nipped at my bottom lip. “How does that feel, princess?”

“Sooo goood.”

“Mmmm.” He licked his lips. “Show Daddy how much you like his cock.”

This was my first time, but I could figure it out as much as possible. I didn’t fear feeling embarrassed. I knew that with Gianni he would be loving and accepting.

Slowly, I began to move; rocking back and forth on him while he held me steady with his strong hands.

My breathing increased.

By God, I had no idea what I was doing, just that when I did it this way, it felt good as fuck to me.

The sensation was incredible.

Pure erotic pleasure uncoiled inside of me.

And then he began to not only move but guide my body up and down his cock.

Even as he guided me, I discovered my own rhythm, an instinct I’d never known I possessed, one that drove him wild and made his grip on me tighten.

Holy shit!

He growled in response as my pussy tightened around him, and a sly smile tugged at my lips—I could feel his control waver, just a flicker, and it sent a thrill through me.

It was that moment when I realized that I had no idea about the power of this position.

We were both losing control.

We were both willingly surrendering.

“Oh my God!”

It was all too much—his hands on my hips, the rough growl of his groans, the possessive way he looked at me.

It all reminded me that I was his, and I craved that belonging.

A part of me wanted to push back, to see if he would relent, if he would let me lead even for a second—but the thrill of letting go, of sinking into his dominance, was too irresistible.

“Oh, Daddy!!”

There was beauty in the way he claimed me, in the force of his desire, in how he didn’t just want me but demanded all of me. The fierceness of his affection, the lengths he would go to possess me completely, left no room for doubt.

With him, I didn’t have to be strong, resilient, or poised; I only had to be his.

And that was enough.

More than enough.

“You love Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes!” My eyes rolled back in my head as he hit the right spot—a spot that I had no idea existed until I met him.

Unable to help myself, I clenched my pussy around him, and my rhythm faltered a bit.

But, his didn’t.

He kept this perfect, yet savage rhythm, the sort of motion that would make me give in to whatever he desired.

I bit my lip and groaned, letting go of his head and gripping his shoulders.

I rocked with him, doing my best to match that rhythm.

“Yes, princess. Just like that.” He growled.

“Oh!”

His cock throbbed inside me, and then his hands were everywhere; on my ass, on my breasts, teasing my nipples, cupping my face. “Goddamn it. Why is your pussy so good? I never dreamed it would be this fucking good.”

Our bodies moved in sync with each other and with the crashing waves around us. The tension was building, spiraling out of control.

As if even the ocean was pleased, a wave roared and crashed against us, feeling like an erotic, wet embrace. This time the warm, white spray hit us in all directions. The ocean’s salty scent filled my nose. A little of the water even got on my tongue, hitting it with saltiness.

And we did not stop fucking.

It was too good.

I couldn’t care less.

Let more waves crash.

Let us both fall into the ocean and drown us as we cum.

“Daddy,” I whimpered again.

The pleasure was too much.

Too intense.

“Daddy's here,” he whispered into my ear, biting the lobe gently. “Just let go.”

My breath hitched as he brought me closer to the edge of surrender.

I let my head fall back again. “Oh God!”

Each touch, each thrust, each rhythmic, carnal push made my body sing in response.

“Look at me, princess,” he growled. “Not even the moon gets to see your face when you explode. It’s only for me.”

Trembling, it took so much effort to lower my view to his.

“Oh yes.” His eyes were locked with mine. “Look at that.”

“Oh. Oh.”

He gripped my hips tighter. “You want to cum on this cock?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what, princess?” His eyes were aflame with the same all-consuming pleasure that was vibrating through me.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I stammered weakly.

“That's it,” he groaned. “Cum for Daddy.”

And just like that, from his command, this coil inside me snapped.

“Oh!” My vision blurred and a scream ripped from my throat as I shattered against him. “Oh!!!”

My body convulsed, the waves of pleasure washing over me in an overwhelming tide, that surely had my orgasm rippling around his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, princess!” His rhythm grew frantic now, each snap of his hips making me gasp out loud. His hands held me down firmly as he chased his own release with a primal intensity.

And with one final deep thrust and a shuddering groan against my skin, Gianni found his own earth-shattering climax.

“Goddamn it, princess. God-fucking-damn it.” His body stilled against mine.

My heart boomed in my ears.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, and his voice was rough and possessive, but laced with something deeper. “Always.”

I nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of what I felt in that moment. Instead, I leaned in and kissed him softly, letting my lips say what my heart could not.