The elevator doors slide shut with a soft chime.
I press my back against the mirrored wall.
My thighs still tremble.
My lips still burn from his mouth.
He watches me like a man claiming what’s already his.
Good.
I want it.
I need it.
The city skyline blurs past the glass.
I’m still high. Still buzzing. Still dripping.
A quiet hiss draws my eyes down.
A security terminal lights up on the wall.
Multiple feeds flash across the screen.
Lobby. Stairwell. My apartment hallway. My favorite coffee shop. The gym near my office.
My breath catches.
He walks over.
His hand covers mine.
Cold steel. Warm skin.
You like my building, sweetheart?
I stare at the screen.
At the timestamp.
Three weeks.
Fourteen days.
Seventy-two hours.
My pulse hammers against my ribs.
This should terrify me.
A stranger watching me.
A stranger waiting in the dark.
A stranger who just wrecked me against the wall.
A stranger with silver in his hair and a voice that drops like a hammer.
But my pussy clenches.
My hips sway.
My skin burns.
I’m dripping again.
I hate that he knows.
I hate that I don’t care.
He smiles.
Slow.
Possessive.
Daddy’s got you, Jessa.
Always did.
The elevator shudders.
Floor seven.
My floor.
I should step out.
I should run.
I don’t.
He turns me around.
Firm hand on my waist.
Other hand grips my thigh.
Pushes me against the mirrored wall.
The glass is cool.
My back arches.
His cock is already hard.
Already straining against my jeans.
I whimper.
He laughs.
Low.
Dark.
You think I’m letting you walk away today?
I shake my head.
No.
Not today.
Not ever.
His hand moves.
Rough.
Fast.
He strips my jeans down.
Shoves my panties aside.
My pussy is soaked.
Dripping down my thighs.
He curses.
Beautiful fucking mess.
I reach back.
Hook my fingers in his belt.
Yank.
Buckle snaps.
Zipper falls.
He frees himself.
Thick.
Heavy.
Leaking pre-cum.
I stroke him.
Just once.
He groans.
Fingers tangle in my hair.
Head back.
Eyes closed.
You’re killing me, baby.
I open my mouth.
Sink down.
Take him deep.
He gasps.
Arms wrap around me.
Pulls me flush against his chest.
I bob my head.
Slow at first.
Then faster.
The elevator hums.
City lights streak past.
He grips my hips.
Lifts me.
Sets me on the floor panel.
I straddle him.
Guide him in.
He’s too big.
Too hot.
I cry out.
He catches my lips.
Swallows my sound.
I take him to the root.
Every inch.
We’re fused.
Skin to skin.
Heart to heart.
He starts moving.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Thrusts deep.
Hits that spot.
I gasp.
He growls.
That’s it.
Take it.
I match his pace.
Riding him.
Bouncing.
Slapping.
The elevator shakes.
Mirrors fog.
He grabs my waist.
Pulls me down.
Hard.
Thrusts up.
I scream into his mouth.
He flips me.
I’m on my hands and knees.
Pressed against the glass.
He kicks my legs back.
Arches my back.
Slams in.
Deep.
Bottom.
I sob.
Fuck.
So full.
He sets the pace.
Relentless.
Rough.
Perfect.
I watch us in the mirror.
Her and Daddy.
Me. Dripping. Shaking. His.
Him. Wrecking me. Claiming me. Breeding me.
He leans forward.
Lips on my neck.
Teeth on my shoulder.
I’m going to fill you up.
He pants.
I’m going to keep you pregnant.
You hear me?
I nod.
Yes.
Please.
His cock thumps against my cervix.
I’m ready.
I’m so ready.
He pulls out.
Just enough.
Presses against my entrance.
Rubbing.
Teasing.
My pussy clenches.
Begging.
He slides back in.
Slow this time.
Stretching me.
Bursting open.
I whimper.
He grips my hips.
Bones bruising.
He starts to fuck me.
Not fast.
Not rough.
Thick.
Heavy.
Deliberate.
Every thrust pushes deep.
Every pull drags my walls.
I’m his.
I’m his.
I’m his.
He leans down.
Bites my collarbone.
Marking me.
I’m going to breed you.
I’m going to make you carry my heir.
I’m going to keep you right here.
In my building.
In my bed.
In my life.
Forever.
His pace shifts.
Faster.
Harder.
Thrusts become frantic.
I’m bouncing on him.
Sweat slides down my spine.
My nails dig into the glass.
He’s close.
I can feel it.
He’s so close.
He grabs my hair.
Pulls my head back.
Bites my neck.
I’m cumming.
I’m cumming!
I arch.
Spasm.
Clamp down.
He roars.
Drives in.
Bottoms out.
Holds me there.
I feel him pulse.
Hot.
Thick.
Spilling inside me.
Again.
Again.
Again.
He fills me.
Breeds me.
Marks me.
I cry out.
Sob.
Shake.
He’s still inside.
Still pumping.
Still hard.
He pulls out.
I whine.
He flips me back.
On my back.
Against the glass.
I spread my legs.
He enters again.
Deeper.
Faster.
I’m nothing but a mess.
He’s nothing but a god.
I cum again.
Violent.
Blinding.
He catches it.
Groans.
Drives in.
Cocks back.
Shoves home.
I feel him burst.
Again.
Again.
Again.
I’m drowning in him.
I’m drowning in Daddy.
He collapses on me.
Arm over my chest.
Chest heaving.
Legs tangled.
I’m sticky.
I’m full.
I’m his.
He lifts his head.
Eyes dark.
Satisfied.
Mine.
I nod.
Yours.
Always.
He kisses me.
Slow.
Sweet.
Different than before.
He pulls out.
I miss him immediately.
He cleans me up.
With his hands.
With his tongue.
Licks every drop.
Swallows.
I whimper.
He smiles.
Good girl.
He zips up.
Adjusts his suit.
I just sit there.
Hair messy.
Lips swollen.
Dress ruined.
Pussy throbbing.
Womb full.
He presses the button.
Floor one.
Lobby.
The doors open.
Security guard steps forward.
Mr. Vance.
He nods.
Ms. Kane.
I look at him.
He looks at me.
He knows.
They all know.
I should be scared.
I’m not.
He offers his arm.
I take it.
We walk out.
Hand in hand.
He stops at the desk.
Hands me a keycard.
Top floor.
Penthouse.
Yours now.
I stare at it.
It’s cold.
It’s heavy.
It’s mine.
His.
I look up.
He’s watching me.
Like I’m the only thing in the world.
I lean in.
Kiss his jaw.
I’m never leaving.
He smiles.
I know.
I’m already packing.
He pulls me close.
Whispers in my ear.
We’re making a baby, Jessa.
Soon.
I nod.
Yes.
I want it.
I want his.
I want all of it.
He squeezes my hand.
We’re going home.
I smile.
Yes, Daddy.