I’ll never leave him again, not if he tries to force me, not even if he begs me or hurts me. I belong with Tyler Phillips, always, and he belongs with me.
The drive home seems to take forever. My body is aching, and desire swirls through me, speeding up my breathing and heartbeat. I clench my thighs together to try and ignore the pulse of my clit. I know I’ll have him again soon and feel those hands tracing my curves, feel his cock inside me, taking me to heaven, and I can’t wait. The mere thought alone makes my panties damp and nipples hard.
This is what I missed—not just the anticipation of sex, but being with him. Those eyes hold me in place, making everything right in the world. Only in his arms, at his side, do I feel right. Like waking from a dream, I feel truly alive and happy. The pain is a distant memory, and we both made mistakes, but this is our second chance.
A new beginning, to do this right this time.
I know he is my forever, and I’m glad I took a chance and texted him. I didn’t expect him to come for me right then, but I should have. Tyler never does anything by half. If he wants something, he takes it.
Like me.
When we reach his house, he pulls into the garage and turns off the car. The hum of the engine dies to reveal both of our ragged breathing. I turn my head to meet his eyes, and just like that, we explode into motion.
I throw myself at him, and he catches me, his hands going to my head to pull me closer, his lips smashing to mine. He tries to slow the kiss, but I’m having none of it. I yank on his coat, and he groans, trying to rip at mine to no avail. I whimper, needing him so badly, and he pulls back, panting, his eyes wild.
“Out of the car. Now, Angel,” he demands.
I scramble out quickly as he slowly walks around the hood, each step filled with purpose. His eyes hold a warning for what’s to come. Tonight, I will be completely consumed by Daddy Tyler, and I can’t fucking wait.
He spins his fingers, so I turn, and he presses his body to the back of mine, every hard, warm inch making me shiver as those hands stroke down my arms, across my belly, and to the belt of my coat. He deftly undoes it and steps back, pulling the belt out as he rounds me, running it between his hands as he watches me.
“I’m going to blindfold you,” he growls, not giving me an option. I shiver at the dominance dripping from each word. Sometimes I act like a brat, sometimes we are equals, but tonight, he’s in charge. Of me, my body, and my pleasure, and he’s making it very clear. He’s about to prove why he’s my daddy.
Batting my lashes, I lick my lipstick covered lips, and he narrows his eyes. “Don’t even think about rebelling, Angel, or I will bend you over the car and take my belt to your ass.”
Fuck.
I shiver from the thought, and the urge to fight him fills me just to see if he will.
He steps closer, his hand going to his belt in a threat. “Is that what you want, Angel? For me to bend you over and tan that ass with my belt?”
I bite my lip. “Depends, do you plan on kissing it better?” I tease, leaning into him and dragging my hand down his body to his belt. But his hands clench mine, stilling my movements, controlling me. With a narrow-eyed look, he drags my arms behind my back and up, forcing me on my toes with a gasp. The slight edge of pain causes fresh wetness to rush from my pussy.
Fuck, I love dominant Tyler.
With a kick, he parts my legs, keeping me unbalanced on my heels as he leans in. “Always, Angel, are you going to be good?”
“No,” I retort with a grin. “Better punish me first.”
His hands let go of mine, relaxing them, but then I’m suddenly spun and pushed into the car with a bang. My coat is torn away, and my jeans are dragged down to my knees, binding me so I can barely stand or move. My legs are shoved further apart, and then his big palm lands on my back and pushes me down until my hands drop to the car.
It reminds me of that first night, but this time, we have carnal knowledge of each other, of how much we can push, how good it can be. This time it isn’t just about sex, though, this is about reclaiming what we had.
This is our love.
Twisted, dark, and so fucking beautiful, it borders on painful.
I hear his belt being unbuckled and then the hiss of leather as it’s pulled through his trousers, making me shiver in anticipation. Half of me is aching for the pain, begging for it. I want him to mark my body to show that I’m his again and he’s mine. The other half can’t wait for him to kiss it better and make up for all this pain with his drugging kisses and electric touch.
His hand roughly yanks down my underwear, sliding me backwards slightly, and then he slaps at my cheek, forcing a gasp from my throat. “Don’t move, Angel, and I will kiss it all better,” he orders.
He runs the belt across my skin, the smooth leather making me tremble for what is to come. I can’t wait. He pulls away, and I freeze, stiffening in expectation. He lands the first slap with his belt, the sound loud in the garage. He didn’t hold back, it wasn’t soft, it was a punishing fucking lash across my cheeks, forcing a cry from my throat as I jerk. He leans down and kisses the sting away, his soft lips making my eyes close as he runs them down my cheeks to my pussy before stopping.
“Daddy,” I beg, thrusting my ass back, doing it on purpose to get another lash, to get that sting of pain which goes right to my throbbing clit.
The crack is loud before it lands against my skin. The pain is instant before his big hand rubs it in, fading the sting to a warm burn. He drags the cold metal buckle over my dripping pussy, which is clenching and on the verge of coming from his punishment alone. My hands fog the shiny metal of his car as my head hangs in submission.
“Fuck, you should see how pink your ass is, Angel. Like a goddamn work of art. I can’t wait to fuck you from behind, to see those marks as I slam into your tight little wet cunt.”
“Yes, hell yes,” I groan, pushing back for more. His fingers slide down my slit before flicking my clit. I moan as I push back for more, my pussy pulsing and begging for his cock.
“So goddamn wet, Angel,” he whispers, kissing along my neck. “You love the pain?”
“You know I do. I love everything you have to offer. I want more though. I want to wear your marks, to hurt when I sit down, and remember the way you made me come from it and get wet.”
He groans into my ear, the sound husky and filled with lust. “Goddamn, Angel, how are you this perfect?”
He leans back, and another lash lands and then another, before he rubs it in and two more land. They cross over my cheeks, jolting me forward with the force. My ass is sore, so fucking sore, but that burn only seems to add to my desire as I hang there, letting him do anything he wants to my body, because I know it will lead to unimaginable pleasure.
“That’s enough pain for our lifetime, don’t you agree, Angel?” he whispers as I whimper, nodding against him. I push my red, sore ass into his hard cock, which is straining behind his jeans.
Suddenly, my eyes are covered by the silky material of my belt from my coat. It’s tied tightly behind my head as I feel his breath wafting over my ear. “Good, now it’s time for pleasure. So much pleasure, you will never be able to walk away from me again,” he promises.
He turns me, and I stand there, unsure, panting, and wet. My legs almost shake in anticipation. His hands trail down the bare section, and he lifts one foot after the other, stripping off my jeans before putting my heels back on, kissing the arch of each foot. Then those kisses drag up my legs, and he must stand, because I feel his breath wafting over my face, the mint and whiskey scent making me lick my lips. My eyes strain to see through the material, but only small pinpricks of light stream in, and I’m unable to see anything.