Daniel & Cayleigh

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Daniel leaned back in his leather armchair, his sharp hazel eyes tracing the figure of Cayleigh as she stood before him. At 35, he carried the quiet confidence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted—and how to get it. His dark hair was tousled just enough to hint at a day spent commanding the world, and his rolled-up sleeves revealed forearms corded with strength.

Cayleigh, just 20, was his perfect counterpoint. Her wide, doe-like eyes flickered with a mix of innocence and mischief, her blonde curls cascading over her bare shoulders. She wore a short, pleated skirt and a tight crop top that hugged her curves, an outfit she’d chosen knowing it would unravel him. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her lips parting slightly as she met his gaze.

“Come here, Babygirl,” Daniel’s voice rumbled, low and authoritative, sending a shiver down her spine.

She obeyed instantly, her bare feet padding across the hardwood floor until she stood between his knees. His hands, large and warm, settled on her hips, pulling her closer until she straddled his lap. The heat of his body seeped through her clothes, and she bit her lip, already feeling the familiar ache building inside her.

“You’ve been teasing me all day, haven’t you?” he murmured, his fingers tracing the hem of her skirt, brushing against the sensitive skin of her thighs. “Sending me those little texts, those pictures… You know what that does to Daddy.”

Cayleigh’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “I just wanted to make you happy,” she whispered, her voice soft and sultry, laced with that sweet edge he adored.

“Oh, you’ve done more than that,” he growled, his grip tightening as he pulled her flush against him. She gasped at the hardness pressing through his jeans, undeniable proof of how much she’d gotten under his skin. “But naughty girls who play games need to be taught a lesson.”

Her breath hitched as he slid one hand up her back, tangling it in her hair and tugging just enough to tilt her head back. His lips hovered over her throat, teasing her with the promise of contact, before he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the pulse racing beneath her skin. She whimpered, her hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in as heat pooled between her thighs.

“Daddy, please…” she pleaded, her voice trembling with need.

“Please what, Babygirl?” he teased, his free hand slipping under her skirt, brushing against the damp lace of her panties. “Tell me what you want. Use your words.”

“I want you,” she breathed, her hips rocking instinctively against his touch. “I want you to take me… right here.”

That was all it took to snap his restraint. With a low, primal sound, Daniel lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the wall beside the chair. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he claimed her mouth in a kiss that was all heat and hunger, tongues clashing in a dance of dominance and submission. She tasted like strawberries and surrender, and he couldn’t get enough.

He pulled back just long enough to yank her top over her head, exposing her pert breasts to his hungry gaze. His mouth descended, sucking and nipping at her sensitive flesh until she was writhing against him, her cries filling the room. Her skirt was next, shoved up to her waist as he tore her panties aside, too impatient to bother with finesse.

“You’re mine, Cayleigh,” he rasped, his fingers sliding into her slick heat, curling just right to make her arch and moan. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Daddy,” she gasped, her body trembling as he worked her closer to the edge. “Only yours.”

Satisfied, he freed himself from his jeans, his length thick and ready as he pressed it against her entrance. She clung to him, desperate, and with one slow, deliberate thrust, he filled her completely. The stretch was exquisite, a delicious burn that had her crying out his name. He didn’t hold back, setting a rhythm that was both punishing and tender, each movement a claim on her body and soul.

The world narrowed to the slap of skin, the hitch of her breath, the low groans rumbling from his chest. She came undone first, her climax crashing over her like a wave, her walls clenching around him as she sobbed his name. Daniel followed moments later, spilling into her with a guttural roar, his grip bruising as he held her through the aftershocks.

They stayed like that, panting and tangled, the air heavy with the scent of sex and satisfaction. He kissed her forehead gently, a stark contrast to the ferocity of moments before, and whispered, “Good girl.”

Cayleigh smiled, sated and safe in his arms, knowing she’d found her place with him—taboo or not.