Chapter Fifteen

STEPHEN

Just before we got in the air, I texted Clint to make sure the boys stayed in their own rooms tonight. I’d made it clear: Trinity was coming home with me, and there would be no discussions, no accidental introductions to the darker part of my world. Non-negotiable.

The flight moved quickly. After we landed, I grabbed our suitcases and loaded them into the back of my car, helping my girl into the passenger seat. Within ten minutes, I glanced over and saw her curled up, asleep. Her lashes fluttered gently against her cheek, her body relaxed—peaceful.

I reached across and ran my hand slowly up her soft leg, eyes flicking between her and the road as I raced to get her home. My home. I knew we had to talk—about what this was, and what I was. But before I even let myself consider the possibility that she wouldn’t accept the truth, I needed this. Needed to bring her home, into my bed. I needed her here, wrapped in my sheets, claimed by me completely—if only once.

When we pulled into the driveway, I killed the engine and let the quiet settle around me for a moment. I didn’t touch the bags. They could wait.

Instead, I moved around to Trinity’s side and lifted her from the car. She stirred slightly in my arms, her head nestling into my chest as her arms looped lazily around my neck. I carried her through the house to my room and laid her down on the cool silk of my bed before slipping away to lock up.

When I returned, I sat beside her. Moonlight filtered through the windows, dancing over her skin. I reached out, brushing hair from her face, mesmerized. She twitched slightly beneath my touch and let out one of those soft, sleepy moans that drove me wild every damn time.

Leaning in, I pressed a kiss to her cheek, then trailed my hand down to the waistband of her jeans. I wanted her comfortable—mine.

As I began to undo the button, her eyes fluttered open and locked onto mine. That sleepy smile she gave me? It wrecked me.

“Mmm, what are you up to, mister?” she murmured, voice honeyed and thick with sleep.

“Getting you into my bed where you belong.”

She lifted her hips obligingly, and I slipped her jeans down, revealing black lace hugging those curves I was fast becoming addicted to. My eyes didn’t leave hers as I stripped off my own clothes and slid beneath the sheets beside her. Our bodies found each other immediately—friction and silk and want.

The tension between us crackled, electricity in the air, that fire-burning, unspoken anticipation igniting into something primal. I flipped her with ease, pulling her onto all fours beneath me, my body covering hers as I wrapped one powerful arm around her waist and leaned into her ear.

“We need to have a little talk, don’t you think, baby?”

“Mmm, yes,” she breathed. “But not right now, Stephen. Don’t stop. Please.”

I chuckled darkly. “Who said I was stopping, doll?”

She pushed back into me, grinding, writhing—desperate.

“I need more,” she whispered, almost pleading.

The desperation in her voice stirred something fierce in me—something wild and possessive.

“Me too, baby. I need you to tell me you’ll be mine. Not just tonight, not just when it’s easy. Mine. I want this. All of it. You. Me. A real chance.”

She turned her head slightly, and I saw it in her eyes—the same need, the same hunger.

“Yes, Stephen. I need you. I ache for you.”

“Say it, Trinity. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I only want to be yours. I want to be your girl.”

“No, Trinity.” I slowed, voice low and full of heat. “You’ll be my queen.”

She let out a breathless, aroused whimper, but I wasn’t done yet.

“I need to show you something,” I said, my voice thick with promise.

Her frustrated cry made me grin wickedly.

“Stephen, please. Later. I want you so bad.”

“What I want to show you … is this,” I said, lowering my voice to a growl. “Now that I know you’re mine, let me take you properly. Let Daddy be the devil he is... and play with every inch of his baby girl.”

I felt her stiffen slightly beneath me, and for a moment I paused. I flipped her onto her back and pressed my hips against hers, pinning her with the heat of my body.

“Your body’s already screaming yes, baby,” I whispered. “Say it. Say yes to Daddy.”

“…Yes.”

“If at any time you want to stop, you tell me, Trinity. I mean it. I need you to trust me.”

She nodded, lips parted, breath unsteady, and I saw it—desire warred with curiosity and just enough fear to make it real.

“Lay down on your back, baby,” I instructed.

She obeyed, eyes on me. I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out a silk blindfold. Her eyes widened, lips parting. I tied it gently, watching her lick her bottom lip.

“Open your mouth,” I ordered softly.

She obeyed again, tongue extending, pink and glistening. I groaned at the sight. My fingers slid into her hair, gripping gently as I guided her wrist to the bedpost and bound it with one of my ties. The other followed, leaving her stretched, restrained, and utterly beautiful.

I leaned down, brushing her lips with mine. “Look at me.”

Blindfolded, she still turned toward the sound of my voice. Her obedience lit a fire in me.

I trailed my finger down her throat, over the swell of her breasts, tracing the glistening drop of sweat that rolled between them. Her back arched, thighs clenched. She was ready—~so ready~.

I walked the length of the bed, dragging my fingertips over every inch of her skin, and she writhed beneath me, little whimpers escaping her lips as goosebumps bloomed across her golden skin.

Then I knelt behind her without warning. My hand came down hard across her ass, the sound cracking through the room.

“Ow!” she cried out.

But her moan that followed … that was ~pure need~.

The shimmer of wetness between her thighs told me everything. Her hips pushed up instinctively, offering herself, craving more.

Another spank. Harder. Her back arched beautifully, her body moving with mine.

“What are you, Trinity?”

She whimpered, panting. “Yours.”

I growled low in my throat, hands gripping her hips tightly as I leaned over her again.

“No, baby. You’re Daddy’s. Say it.”

Her body trembled beneath me, and then I heard it, broken and breathless:

“I’m Daddy’s.”

Her hips dropped for just a moment, and her head lifted slightly from the pillow—uncertainty flickering behind the blindfold. The pause told me everything.

So I gave her what she needed.

“You’re mine. You are ~all~ mine. You belong to me. Here in this bed, you’ll be my sexy little toy. But out there?” I leaned in, voice low, firm. “Out there, you’ll be my Queen. You’ll never have to question where you stand with me, Trinity. Because I’ll show you—every single day.”

I brought my hand down again sharply across her ass, the satisfying crack echoing through the room. Her body jolted with a delicious tremor, her back arching in surprise. A grin pulled at my mouth as I watched the ripple roll up her spine. Fuck, I wanted to sink my teeth into her.

Her cries of pleasure reverberated off the hardwood floors. She was trembling, her body alight with sensation. I stepped back for a moment, giving her space—until I saw her react to the sound of my belt buckle hitting the floor. A breathy moan slipped through her parted lips.

She knew what was coming. And she wanted it.

I didn’t make her wait.

Her lips wrapped around me with skill and urgency, the warmth of her mouth a tight, wet heaven as she took me down her throat. I gripped the back of her neck, applying gentle pressure, guiding her. My other hand fisted in her hair and pulled back without mercy, feeding her every inch.

I watched as her throat flexed, blue veins standing out along her neck, and then I released my grip just enough to let her gasp for air before sliding back in. She didn’t falter. She devoured me—greedy, desperate, ~mine~.

“That’s a good girl,” I rasped, brushing her hair back so I could see her better. “Take all of it.”

I looked down and saw her arousal dripping in glistening trails down her thighs. She was ready—soaked and trembling, chest rising and falling fast as her body begged for more.

Pulling out, I ran my hands down her sides, my palms firm against her flushed skin. After a few light slaps across her ass, I pinned her effortlessly.

Her slick folds throbbed beneath my hand. I ran my fingers fast over her clit, teasing her until she squealed. Without thinking, I brought my fingers to her mouth, and she sucked them in without hesitation—deep, eager, eyes blindfolded but hungry.

“Good girl,” I murmured, groaning at the sight.

I slid a finger into her soaked core, curling to feel her clench around me. Then I added a second. She moaned—a deep, helpless sound—and her hips lifted off the bed.

But I wasn’t done.

My other hand moved, trailing until I found the tight little ring of muscle. I teased it gently, letting her adjust before pressing in.

“Oh fuck,” she cried.

Her body bucked as I worked her open—two fingers inside her heat, another now sliding into her back door. The stretch had her writhing beneath me, her body slick with sweat, trembling with need.

“Loosen your body, baby,” I whispered, kissing the small of her back. “Let me in.”

I wound her hair around my fist again and pulled it taut as I moved both hands in unison, driving her mad. Her core clamped around me. She was so close.

But I wasn’t letting her go over that edge yet.

“You’re not allowed to cum, Trinity. Not until I say so.”

She gasped—eyes blindfolded, eyebrows knitting in protest.

“Please…” she whimpered.

I didn’t relent. I captured her swollen clit between my lips and sucked, drawing patterns with my tongue. Her legs tensed, her hips rocking, desperate for the release I was holding just out of reach.

“Please … Stephen … please.”

Her voice cracked.

Only when I saw the tears glistening from the corner of her blindfold, rolling down her cheeks, did I let go.

“Cum for me,” I commanded.

And she ~broke~.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave—her cries echoing off the walls, her entire body convulsing beneath me. Her wrists pulled against the ties, her thighs clamping around my head, and her scream of release was ~divine~. If she’d been standing, her legs would have given out beneath her.

Before she could come down from the high, I slid deep inside her and fucked her without mercy. She was slick and pulsing around me, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Her moans were loud, urgent, filled with need.

“More!” she begged.

I pulled out, and dragged her body back across the bed like a rag doll, lifting her ass higher. Her fingers clutched the ties, bracing herself. I grabbed her hips and slammed into her, the angle perfect, the sound of our bodies meeting a carnal rhythm.

“Ahhh fuck, Trinity!”

My fist tangled in her hair again as I drove into her harder, my other hand delivering sharp slaps to her ass. I wanted to leave marks—my marks.

Her body convulsed again, tight and soaked, and I felt it—I was close. I growled against her back, my hips slamming into her, faster, deeper.

When I finally let go, it was like an explosion. I roared as I spilled inside her, hips jerking as her pussy milked every drop from me. She groaned as I pulsed inside her, the connection raw, animalistic, and ours.

But even through the wildness, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.

A small gesture.

But everything we’d just shared—every growl, scream, moan—it had led to this. The kiss told her what I couldn’t quite say aloud yet.

This means something. You mean something.

I untied her wrists and removed the blindfold gently, brushing her hair back. She blinked up at me, her eyes glassy, a tired smile tugging at her lips. I kissed her cheek, then down to her ear.

“Mine,” I whispered. “All mine.”

She let out a sleepy sigh as I cleaned her with a warm cloth, then climbed into bed beside her. She curled into me, her head on my chest, her legs wrapping around mine.

We lay there tangled in silence, the only sound our steady breathing as the room settled around us.

This wasn’t just lust.

It wasn’t just a weekend.

And it was time I started preparing to tell her the truth.