Daddy's filthy little pet

Rae's POV

He leaned forward, chest brushing my back as he whispered into my ear:

“I’m gonna take you slow first. Just because it’s your first time. Don’t get used to it.”

I shivered.

His hand slid around my waist, down to my stomach… then lower… until his fingers found the sensitive, swollen part of me.

I jolted, moaning.

“Still so wet,” he murmured. “Good girl.”

He teased me slowly, circling with maddening gentleness, while his other hand pushed his sweatpants down just enough for him to be free.

I felt him - hot, thick, throbbing - press against me.

My whole body tensed.

“Relax,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder. “Daddy’s got you.”

I exhaled shakily.

He guided himself with one hand, rubbing the tip slowly along my entrance, using my own wetness to make it easier.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered.

“I - I want it.”

“Louder.”

“I want it, Daddy,” I breathed, voice trembling.

He groaned - deep, guttural - and slowly, carefully, pushed in.

Just the tip.

My breath left my body in a broken gasp.

“Daddy-”

“It’s okay,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “You’re doing so good.”

He eased in another inch, holding my hips in steady hands, controlling every movement.

My fingers dug into the sheets.

“It’s… it’s big,” I whispered, barely breathing.

He rested his forehead on my shoulder, voice ragged.

“I know, kitten. I know.”

His hands slid up to my waist again, steadying me.

“I’m gonna go slow. Just for now.”

He pushed in another inch-

and my body clenched around him involuntarily.

He cursed quietly under his breath, gripping my hips harder.

“Fuck… you’re so tight.”

I whimpered, back arching as he kissed my shoulder, my neck, the side of my jaw - soft, soothing, patient.

Little by little, he pushed deeper until he was fully inside, hips pressed against mine, chest pressed to my back.

I felt full.

Stretched.

Claimed.

He stayed still for a moment, letting me breathe through the feeling.

“You okay?” he whispered into my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed shakily. “Feels… good.”

He kissed my cheek.

“Good girl.”

Then he pulled back slowly - agonizingly slow - and pushed in again, gentle but deep.

A soft moan escaped me.

I couldn’t help it.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice shaking a little. “Take it. You’re doing so well.”

Slow thrust after slow thrust - my body adjusted, opened, melted around him.

And when he felt me relax, when my moans turned into soft, breathy whimpers-

His hands tightened on my hips.

“Now I can move.”

I gasped. “Daddy…”

He thrust deeper, a little harder, pushing a sharp moan out of me.

“So good,” he growled. “So fucking good.”

His hips met mine again and again, controlled, gentle, but deep enough to make my toes curl.

My body rocked with every movement.

My hands clenched the sheets.

My voice broke in tiny sounds I couldn’t hide.

“You like this?” he breathed, kissing the back of my neck.

“Yes… Daddy.”

“You want me to go faster?”

“Yes,” I begged softly. “Please.”

He groaned - low, primal.

“Then hold on to the headboard.”

My breath stuttered.

I reached forward, gripping it tight.

His hands slid up my back, down again, claiming every inch as he positioned himself.

Then he thrust harder. Faster. Deeper.

The bed shook. My breath caught.

Pleasure shot through me so fast I cried out.

“That’s it,” he growled, voice raw. “Give it to me.”

His hand slid around to my clit, rubbing fast, perfect circles while his hips snapped against mine.

“Daddy…Daddy, I’m-”

“Come,” he commanded.

My entire body broke apart-

shaking, moaning, legs trembling violently as the orgasm ripped through me.

I nearly collapsed.

He caught me, pulling me up against his chest as he thrust a few more times, voice strained, breath hot and wild.

Then he groaned my name against my neck, deep and rough, as he followed me over the edge.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

His arms wrapped around me.

My body limp against him.

Our breaths tangled and uneven.

My body was still trembling when he eased out of me and pulled me gently against his chest.

He stayed behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist from the back. His breathing brushed the side of my neck - deep, steady, calmer now. I felt his heartbeat against my spine… slow, heavy, grounding.

He tilted my chin up with two fingers.

“Come here,” he murmured.

He turned my body toward him carefully, like I was something soft he didn’t want to break.

Then he leaned in and kissed me - not rough, not hungry… slow. Painfully slow.

His lips moved against mine with a gentleness that didn’t match the way he had just taken me. Every kiss was warm, unhurried, like he was memorizing the way I tasted.

His hands slid up my sides, dragging warmth over my skin, until they reached my breasts. He cupped them gently - no squeezing at first, just holding, thumbs stroking lazily across my nipples.

A shiver ran through me.

His lips brushed mine again, softer this time, like a whisper in the dark.

“Relax,” he said quietly.

His thumbs circled my nipples slowly, teasing but gentle, sending little waves of heat through me. His touch wasn’t demanding; it was soft, patient… almost surprising.

Another slow kiss. Another soft squeeze.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, brushing hair behind my ear.

“I’m… I’m okay,” I whispered.

He kissed my cheek. “I know. But you need to rest.”

His hand slid down my side and pulled me fully into his chest. He tugged the blanket over my legs, keeping his body pressed against me like he wanted to shield me from the whole world.

He cupped my breast again - softly this time, almost idle - his thumb brushing over it in lazy, slow strokes.

Not teasing, basically just… touching.

The kind of touch that made my eyes grow heavy immediately.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, slow and tender.

“You did so well,” he whispered.

My body melted.

His fingers brushed my jaw, comforting. “Sleep, kitten.”

I blinked up at him surprised. Zara had said they left immediately they were done. “You’re staying?”

He smoothed my hair back gently. “Yeah. I’m not leaving you alone.”

Then he kissed me again - one last slow, soft kiss, deep enough to warm me from the inside, gentle enough to undo me entirely.

His hand gave my breast one more soft squeeze before settling around my waist.

“Sleep,” he whispered into my hair.

“That’s an order.”

And with his arms around me, his warmth sinking into my bones, I finally let my eyes close.