♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,258
The kitchen was silent except for the steady ticking of the clock, the hum of the fridge, and the slow, deliberate creak of leather sliding free from belt loops. The sound sent a ripple of fear through you, cold and undeniable, sinking deep into your bones. You should have known better. You should have addressed him properly.
Your hands trembled against the wooden counter as you gripped its edge, trying to steady yourself. The air felt thick, oppressive, his presence looming behind you, drowning you in the sheer force of it. His boots scraped against the tile floor, slow, measured steps that sent a shiver down your spine.
“Ain’t real sure where the fuck you got the idea that you don’t gotta call me properly, darlin’.” His voice was deep, slow, a thick drawl laced with something darker, something that made your knees weak. “But I reckon I’ll fix that right up.”
You swallowed hard, your breath shallow as you turned your head slightly, just enough to see him in your peripheral vision. The belt hung from his fist, heavy and coiled like a snake waiting to strike. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those sharp, predatory eyes—burned with quiet rage, with a possessiveness that sent heat pooling low in your belly despite yourself.
“I—I didn’t mean—”
The leather snapped against the counter beside you, the sound like a gunshot in the quiet kitchen. You flinched, your entire body locking up, but you didn’t move. You knew better. Running would only make it worse.
He let out a low chuckle, a sound that curled around your throat like a noose. “Oh, sugar. I think you did. I think you wanted t’ see just how far you could push me. Try an’ rile me up. That right?” He took another step closer, his body heat searing against your back. His free hand settled heavy on your hip, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. “Or maybe… you just wanted my attention. That it, baby? You feelin’ needy?”
You shook your head quickly, but it was a lie, and you both knew it.
He let out a hum of amusement, the belt sliding through his fingers, teasing. “Go on, then. Tell me. What’s my name?”
You hesitated. A beat too long.
The first strike landed fast and sharp across the backs of your thighs, the burn immediate, the sting biting deep. You jolted forward, your hands tightening against the counter as a strangled gasp left your lips.
“Try again.” His voice was pure command, thick with expectation.
Your throat tightened, a mix of defiance and something far more dangerous curling in your chest. “I—”
Another lash, harder this time. The pain flared hot, blooming through your skin. You bit back a cry, your teeth digging into your lip.
His breath was at your ear now, the buckle of his belt pressing against the small of your back. “Ain’t gonna ask again, sweetheart. Say it. Properly.”
Your body trembled, humiliation sinking deep into your bones. He was going to make you. He wasn’t going to stop until you gave him exactly what he wanted. And worse—some sick, twisted part of you wanted to.
Your lips parted, the word barely above a whisper. “Daddy.”
His low groan was pure satisfaction, a rumbling thing that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “That’s my girl.”
The belt slipped from his hand, discarded onto the counter. Then, he was on you—rough hands jerking you back against him, your body colliding with his chest. His heat, his scent, the sheer dominance of his presence overwhelmed your senses. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, his voice nothing but a sinful murmur.
“Gotta teach you t’ be good. Don’t I, baby? Gotta remind you who you belong to.”
Your breath hitched. “Please—”
He hushed you with a hand slipping beneath the hem of your nightshirt, dragging up the fabric until the cool kitchen air kissed your bare skin. His other hand came up, fingers tracing the fresh welts blooming across your thighs, savoring the way you shuddered beneath his touch.
“Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty when you hurt. So fuckin’ sweet when you beg.” His hand trailed higher, teasing at the band of your panties before hooking his fingers beneath the fabric and yanking them down in one swift motion. They pooled at your ankles, leaving you exposed, vulnerable.
You felt his smirk against your throat. “Now, you gonna be a good girl f’ me?”
You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him.
“Use your words, darlin’.”
“Yes—yes, Daddy.”
“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.”
The next thing you knew, he had you bent over the counter, your chest pressing against the cold surface. His hands were everywhere—pinning your hips, spreading you open, fingers sinking into your skin with bruising force.
“This what you wanted, baby? Hm?” His voice was a low rasp, thick with amusement. “Wanted me t’ take you like this? Put you in your place?”
You whimpered, trying to push back against him, but he held you firm, one hand slipping up to your throat, tilting your head back just enough to make you look at him.
“Nah. You don’t get to move, sweetheart. You don’t get t’ do nothin’ till I say so. You hear me?”
You nodded frantically, swallowing against his grip. “Yes, Daddy.”
His lips quirked in dark amusement, his fingers tightening just enough to send your pulse racing. “That’s my good girl. Now, hold still. This is gonna hurt.”
And then, without warning, he pushed inside.
The stretch was brutal, too much too fast, the burn making your nails claw at the countertop. A broken gasp tore from your lips, but he didn’t stop, didn’t ease up—he wanted you to feel every inch, every ounce of possession he had to offer.
His groan was sinful, wrecked. “Fuck, baby. So fuckin’ tight. Always so damn perfect f’ me.”
You whimpered, overwhelmed, pleasure and pain blurring together into something that made your head spin.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he cooed, his hips snapping forward, setting a brutal, punishing pace. “Take it. Take what’s yours.”
Your body rocked with every thrust, each one forcing the breath from your lungs. His grip on your throat kept you exactly where he wanted you, his other hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back with just enough force to make you keen.
“You know why you call me Daddy?” he panted against your ear, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “’Cause you fuckin’ need me. Need me t’ take care o’ you. Need me t’ remind you who the fuck you belong to.”
Tears burned at the edges of your vision, but they weren’t from pain. They were from something far worse—something raw and all-consuming.
His thrusts grew erratic, rougher, deeper, his grip bruising as he chased his release. “Say it, baby. Tell me who owns you.”
“You do—” The words barely tumbled from your lips before pleasure crashed over you, dragging you under in wave after wave of pure, unforgiving bliss.
His groan was guttural, possessive, his own release slamming into him with violent force. He held you through it, his body caging yours, his breath ragged against your ear.
The kitchen was silent again. The belt still lay on the counter.
He chuckled, low and dark, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “Reckon you won’t be forgettin’ to address me proper anytime soon.”
You didn’t have the breath to answer.
And he knew it.
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