Sinful Submission

23 ~ Taking Her Deeper

Ryder

“Dad, when will you be back?” Daisy demanded, stomping her tiny feet against the marble floor, arms crossed like a furious little queen.

Her fire was unmatched.

The pint-sized temper made me smile — how could someone so small carry such heat? I hadn’t even known her for a full day, yet already, I was drawn to her.

She had her mother’s spark.

I crouched beside her, brushed back a strand of her wild curls, and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Daddy’s gonna be back real soon, okay?”

She held my gaze with those big brown eyes — too wise for her age. Then, with a dramatic roll of her eyes, she huffed, “I hope so.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I pulled her in for a hug. Tilting her chin up, I looked into her eyes with every ounce of sincerity I had left. “Trust me,” I said.

She narrowed her eyes. “Okay. But if you break my trust, we are gonna fight… for a whole year.”

I laughed and gave my ears a playful tug. “I won’t,” I promised, sealing it with a kiss on her forehead. Then I rose and turned toward the door.

Alessia was there, arms folded, face unreadable. She had been watching — silent and unreadable. As I waved goodbye to Daisy, Alessia slammed the door shut and walked ahead of me without a word.

“You haven’t said a word about the contract,” she broke the silence as we descended the stairs all of a sudden. “Thinking of backing out?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I started whistling like an i***t, just to irritate her — and maybe distract myself from the nerves crawling under my skin.

Alessia gave a short, sharp chuckle.

“I know what you're doing. But I also know you will sign it. Very soon,” she said, her voice cool and confident, like she already owned my soul.

I looked just above her head to avoid her stare — she was on the lower step, her eyes too close, too dangerous. “Whatever we had… it was just a situationship. I was scared of you back then. But now…”

“But now?” She echoed, tilting her head, voice all silk and steel.

“Even if you beat me, torture me, make me cry blood… I won’t sign that contract,” I said, my voice louder than my fear. But inside, I was trembling. Not just because of her... but because I knew how far she could go.

Especially when we weren’t tangled in sheets. That’s when she was most dangerous.

Alessia stepped up two stairs, until we were almost eye-level. She grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to meet hers — eyes like frozen fire. A devilish smirk curved her lips as she leaned in, her breath teasing my skin.

I froze.

“What… What are you doing?” I stammered, my hand tightening around my belt, like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

“You will sign it,” she murmured, her voice so low it felt like a spell. “I’m sure of it.”

“And what makes you so damn confident?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Because your body…” she whispered, lips brushing against the shell of my ear, “…will betray you. You will crave me. You will ache to feel me. You will beg for the taste of my skin, the look in my eyes. Want to bet?”

Her hands started exploring — trailing along my chest, tracing every inch slowly, like she was memorizing me. When her lips touched my neck, a shiver exploded down my spine.

I gripped my belt tighter. My breath hitched. My mind screamed ‘no’ but my body? My body was melting.

She moved behind me, her hands still on my chest, trailing lower, slower, more dangerous.

When her cold fingers found their way down to where my hand was, and she wrapped hers over mine — gentle, possessive, in control — my knees nearly buckled.

I exhaled sharply. Hot air. You know the kind I mean.

“See?” She whispered. “Already surrendering. Your body knows. Our desires — they are a language we both speak. Let’s stop pretending.”

She turned me toward her, lips parted, eyes wild and wicked. She stretched her hand toward me — and like a man bewitched, I followed her.

Step after step, I walked into the trap willingly. Into her bedroom. Into the fire.

And when she stripped for me, revealing black lace and bare skin — I lost the last shred of restraint I had.

I lunged forward, yanked her close, and crushed her lips with mine.

Desperate.

Violent.

Sweet, until she bit my lip and snapped reality back.

I broke the kiss — but I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I spun her around, forced her down on all fours. My belt came off, and I wrapped it around her neck like a collar she didn’t resist. She arched into it like she wanted more.

I let out my d**k from my pants. It was hard, ready to f**k and dripping with precum. I smirked before I spanked her ass. She wanted to scream but I used my left hand to cover her mouth.

“Do you want to make your daughter know about s*x at a young age?”

I directed my d**k to the entrance of her p***y and damn… she was wet. I couldn't resist tasting it, so I moved down quickly and let my tongue slip into her p***y.

A slight moan escaped her lips while she shook from the sensation. I withdrew my tongue and let it slide around her p***y’s entrance.

“S… suck it more. I want more.” She cried.

I decided to take my time but her right hand reached out to the back of my head and pushed my face deeper into her p***y. She moved her ass backward into my face while I just remained there as I couldn't breathe because my nose had been covered by her ass.

When I started struggling to breathe, I pulled away forcefully. I stood from my kneeling position and flipped her over. She spread her legs, letting me have a better view of her pink wet p***y that was dripping.

The sight was unbearable for me to hold on with anything.

I shut my eyes before I started devouring her p***y. She couldn't stop grinding her waist and a few seconds later, both her hands were around my head, pulling my head further to taste her.

“Yes, that's it. Suck me till I cum.”

She begged and I am going to fulfill her desire.