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  I let go of her hand and lean back. “I will give you a week to think this over. To decide if you want to be my girl. To wear my collar. Will you do that for me Candace?”

  Candace smiles at me. “Yes Drake. I will.” Her voice is soft.

  I smile then as my eyes roam over her cleavage and perky tits underneath that gold shimmery dress. “You have had an exhausting few weeks, dealing with things on your own. So, I want you to relax for me now. Play a little game to please me.”

  She takes another sip of her wine. “What is it you want me to do to please you?”

  “Put your hands underneath that sexy dress and take off your panties.” She places her wine glass down and her hands go down beneath the table. “And hand them to me. Over the table, not under it.”

  There’s a sudden pink blush to her cheeks as she wiggles a bit in her chair. She stoops just a bit and raises her left hand, holding a pair of black lacy panties. I reach out and she places them in my hand. I press them to my nose and inhale. Her scent, her pheromones are intoxicating.

  She giggles, “Drake!” I know she’s embarrassed that someone might see me sitting there sniffing her panties.

  “What? Are you afraid someone will see what I’m doing? Let them watch.” I stuff them inside the breast pocket of my suit. “They belong to me now. And I do hope you decide to be my property as well, Candace.”

  Candace pleased me during our dinner together as I watched her sip her wine and fed her pieces of steak with my fork. I wanted her to relax to get her mind off her father and spoil her. We finished off the dinner, and wine and I held her hand in the crook of my arm as we strolled through the Bellagio to spend some money at roulette.

  We step up to a roulette table with a few other players and Candace places her chips on a selection of different numbers in black and red. I ask her if there is a rhyme her reason for her choices of numbers and she bumps her hip into me and says she’s going to fly by the seat of her panties, but then again, she’s not wearing any now.

  The dealer spins the roulette wheel and releases the little white ball into it as it spins round and round. The numbers are a blur as the wheel spins and when it stops, the ball lands in the red number seven slot, exactly where Candace put all her chips on. She squeals and giggles, jumping up and down in her heels. Everyone’s eyes, including the dealer’s, pivot right to Candace’s full and gorgeous tits as they bounce.

  I pull her to me as the dealer hands her the winning chips and nuzzle her ear lobe. “Everyone is looking at your tits in that dress. I like to see you this way too Candace.”

  She smiles up at me “In what way?”

  “Happy, with not a care in the world.”

  Chapter 14

  Drake

  Word travels fast in any city, but especially in Vegas. It doesn’t hurt that everyone likes to keep me in the know but I’m kicking myself because I didn’t know about it until now. I should have been there for her in a more supportive way. This is the second time that Candace’s father has been attacked in prison. I was in the middle of a business meeting when the text shot across the screen of my phone. I don’t think it’s shocking in any sense of the word to know that I walked out and drove as quickly as possible down to Candace’s penthouse.

  No sooner as I get there, I’m rapping on her door like a madman. Worry is flowing through every vein in my damned body. Candace may not admit it, but her father is her entire world. She jerks the door open, streaks of mascara run down her cheeks and she’s wearing a tight skimpy red chemise. I think that’s what the ladies call those things anyway.

  Her eyes are puffy from all the crying I can assume she’s been doing as she glares at me. “Why the hell are you here Drake? You told me you’d give me a week to decide what I want between us.”

  “I heard about your father, Candace.” I enter her penthouse, not giving her the option to say no to me. She needs me here and whether she wants to admit that or not, we both know it to be true.

  She huffs and walks away from the door as I close it behind me. “I know you’re angry and I can sense all the bottled-up tension building up inside you just standing here. Talk to me.”

  She spins around, her arms crossed in front of her chest. All that does is push her breasts together in a way that makes it hard for me to look at her in the eyes. “I will handle all this fucked up bullshit with my Dad. Hell, it’s not like anyone else will. I’ve always handled this shit on my own, with no one to help me. I’ve never needed anyone. I don’t need you. You’ve just been a fun play-date for me. Just leave, Drake. Get out of my damn sight.”

  She hurries back over to me and places her hands on my chest, attempting to push me. I almost laugh at her attempt, she’s so little compared to me. She cries out as I grab her by the arms and shove her up against the wall. I shift my hips, making sure she feels my hard cock pressed against her stomach. I don’t know what she’s trying to do, push me away or turn me on. Regardless, she knows exactly what she is doing to me right now.

  My jaw clenches as I glare right back at her. “I’ll be your punching bag for the verbal shit, but don’t ever get physical with me. Not unless you mean it to be the last time you ever touch me. Just because you’re Dominant with others doesn’t mean you get to Dom me around, little girl! I’m the fucking boss in our relationship!” I kneel down and yank her skimpy chemise up and shove my face in between her thighs. She clutches my shoulders, but I take her wrists and slam them, palms down, against the wall.

  “Hold still!” I growl, as my tongue invades the soft slit of her pussy and my mouth latches on to her swollen clit. She writhes over me, her hips squirm, rubbing against my mouth. I keep sucking on her clit, listening to her moans. I hadn’t planned on doing this when I first came here. I thought she’d want to crawl up into my arms and feel comforted. She just had to get mouthy with me though.

  “Drake…” I glance up to look her in the eyes and watch as she clenches her teeth, obviously angered. “You’re going to make me cum.”

  I release her wet pussy with a smack. “You better cum for me my little slut!” I admire her, all glistening wet and bare, and blow air across it. “Or maybe I’ll just tease and torment you for a bit. Make you think about the way you’ve spoken to me today. In fact, I think I will do that. I’ll make you wait for ages while I torture you. Fuck, maybe I won’t even do anything. It’s not like you deserve to come. Do you, girl?”

  Her head shakes back and forth as she spreads her thighs a bit more for me. “No, Sir… I don’t.” She leans her head back against the wall. I notice the wetness that spills from the corner of her eyes, seeing how defeated she is in this moment. She holds all of it in. It isn’t heathy for her. My god, I need her to let it out. She doesn’t get how much I fucking worry about her, the thoughts that plague my mind.

  “That’s a good girl.” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her soft flesh. I know what she needs right now, but of course I always know what my girl needs. She won’t get the sweetness from me in this moment. No, not yet. My tongue and mouth continue its assault on Candace, licking, sucking, pulling and until she screams her pent-up orgasm.

  I stand back up, releasing her and take a good look at her glossy eyes while shooting my cuffs and adjusting my jacket. “If you ever want more, you’d better think about the way you speak to me. I’m not your sub, your bitch and you know that. I’m half tempted to leave you here against this fucking wall and let you be alone, but I know you better than that. You might not admit it, but you want me here. You fucking need me here, so don’t start with that bullshit again Candace.”

  She bites her bottom lip before me, gnawing on it bit by bit until I place my thumb on her flesh. “Stop.”

  Candance nods her head, “I’m sorry.”

  “I know you are. Now come.” I take her hand in mine and head into her living room, making myself comfortable on the couch I pull her on top of me, holding her close. There’s a blanket on the back of the couch and I tug it down, making sure she’s covere
d completely. I only want her to feel safe, to know how secure and loved she is in my arms.

  Candace leans her head against my chest and I hear her soft sniffles. I lower my lips to the top of her head, into that dark nest of hers and give her soft kisses, letting her know just how cherished she is. “You will never be alone again, girl.” I run my hands along her arms, holding her as tightly to me as I possibly can.

  I’m fucked, truly. Candace will talk back again, there’s no doubt about that. The only problem is that I will be bluffing if I ever give her an ultimatum. I just hope she never calls my bluff. What she doesn’t yet know is that I need her just as much as she needs me.

  Chapter 15

  Candace

  I sit on the edge of my bed with a plush blanket that Drake wrapped securely around me just a few moments ago. He instructed me to stay put while he took a quick shower and shockingly enough, I’m obeying his demand. I stare across at the wall before me, more specifically the painting I had bought from Rouchelle just a few months ago. He’s a new and upcoming artist in the United States.

  He had me stay in his arms for hours, until he popped me on the edge of the bed and now. I sit here simply staring at the combination of color that hangs across from me. I remember walking in the gallery when his exhibition was going on, circling around the entire space and coming back to this piece. Others hated it, were complaining about how the variation in color didn’t align with the other pieces in his show. They chose to see every negative instead of looking at it in the way I was – by itself. Rouchelle saw me in front of this painting. I must have been standing there for well over an hour until he approached me, obviously seeing my love for his work. I saw so much potential, and even parts of self-reflection in myself. This piece was bland if you looked at it from the left and then suddenly in the right it started to merge into bouts of color. That spoke to me. It shows me now what it showed me back then, that even though something may be bland on one side doesn’t mean that it isn’t full of life.

  I ended up buying the piece for twenty-seven thousand dollars. Rouchelle wanted to gift it to me. I remember the way I looked at him, like he was absolutely asinine because in that moment I thought he was. I forget that artists are an odd type. They appreciate the people who respect and resonate with their work, and I certainly resonated with it.

  I pull the plush gray blanket further against me, needing to feel the security of being wrapped in it. So much has happened with my father that I’m not quite sure how to take it anymore, or how to handle it. I’ve hidden things for so long, keeping them tucked away in the deepest parts of myself where I never thought I’d let them out. I had to be strong because there was no other option. I had to be the one who kept her shit together. I think I’ve come to realize that I don’t have to keep it all bottled up anymore. Nor do I want to. My Mom used to be the responsible one when she was still with us, and the day that she was gunned down in cold blood was the first day of my adulthood, when I was nowhere near being ready for all of that responsibility. I adapted quickly, needing to be able to control anything that I could to ensure that both Carly and I were safe. It was hard enough having a Dad who was barely around. Who was out working.

  I scoff to myself now, if only I had known what kind of work he was doing back then. Everything would have made more sense and I may have been able to even save him from himself.

  “Good girl.” Drake hums as he walks back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is damp, abs are sculpted like a Greek god and I find myself pulling my blanket closer to me. Feeling enclosed is calming me, kind of how a swaddled baby is calm. I’m certainly no mother, but I’ve heard that by wrapping the baby up it makes them feel more secure. I’m no baby, but I really feel a lot better right now. He slides his arms under me and pulls me up. I’m forced to wrap my legs around him as he walks to the head of the bed and moves the duvet out of the way, bringing us both under the covers. “What are you doing?” I ask him, trying to wrap my head around why he’s still here. I know he has business to attend to. He doesn’t have to be here with me. In fact, I’m sure he’s missing a shitload of work because of me right now.

  “I’m making sure you’re comfortable and cozy.” He says it so plainly, like there is nothing out of the normal about how he’s treating me. I suppose there isn’t in a sense. Drake wants me to be his and he’s treating me as such. I’ve been thinking about becoming his girl ever since he brought it up.

  Weighing the pros and the cons, then adding my emotions into the mix. I can’t deny the way I feel, or what I truly need. It’s not like I haven’t needed him before… I just couldn’t admit it to myself. Well, couldn’t or wouldn’t.

  I’m afraid and that’s to be expected. While I adapt to change, I’m also petrified of it. Anytime change has occurred in my life it hasn’t exactly left a positive experience. I’m terrified of being hurt, of the wall that I’ve built so well over the years all of a sudden coming crashing down because I allowed him to get close enough to ruin me. That’s what I’m afraid of.

  I’m afraid of becoming a shell of the person I’ve created.

  I’m scared of the possibility.

  I’m afraid of losing all control, even if it is to the one person I trust more than anyone else in this world.

  Chapter 16

  Drake

  Holding Candace in my arms, I soothe her, and tell her she will never be alone again. Everything she had said struck me straight in heart. Even though she lashed out, she learned very quick that I call the shots in this relationship. That I will discipline my little bratty girl when she gets out of line with me. When her sweet pussy exploded with that sweet orgasm all over my mouth, I almost lost all control. I wanted to shove my raging hard cock deep inside and pound into her without mercy and tear down that wall.

  I’m not ready to leave just yet, making myself at home. I take a shower to calm the intense urge to have my way with Candace. What she really needs right now is my comfort and security. She’s so vulnerable, her emotions all there in her eyes as I come out of her shower to lay next to her in bed. Her warm soft body molds right next to me as I wrap my arms around her.

  “How are you feeling?” I ask her, curious to see if she’s going to try to hide the hurt and pain behind those eyes of hers, or if she will give me the truth without me having to demand it from her.

  Her eyes peer up to mine. “I’m…” she pauses, “managing. Yes, I think I am managing for right now.”

  “You are doing a good job at it, babygirl,” I tell her, running my hand along her back, hoping that it serves to sooth her in the way that she needs.

  I lay here with her, my arms wrapped securely around my sweet angel’s body, only wanting to comfort her. She has been through so much in this life and while I only wish to take away all the hurt she’s been through, I know that all of her experiences have turned her into the amazing woman that she is today. At some point we both doze off, she moves all of a sudden and causes me to wake up, hearing my grumble.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry,” She looks up. “Thank you, Drake, for everything you’ve done.”

  “No need to thank me sweet girl. I know what you need. I can sense your sadness, anger, happy, and especially when you’re wet and full of sexual need that only I can satisfy.”

  Her hand glides down my stomach, pulling away the towel. My rigid dick rises, wanting her. “Can I pleasure you with my mouth Drake?”

  It’s a natural reflex as I suddenly fist a handful of her soft dark hair and growl. “Yes, you may girl. Wrap your pretty lips around my cock.”

  I shove her face lower and feel her soft lips pucker, wrapping around the head. She raises herself on her hands and knees and looks up at me. She takes all of me deep into her mouth until I feel the back of her throat. I clench my jaw, watching her suck my cock, her tongue swirling around the tip and then swallows me again. She takes as much of me as she can, and I press her head down further, until she gags and chokes.<
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  “Good girl. Take it all.” I groan, and she murmurs around my member.

  I fuck her warm wet mouth, keeping my hand firmly gripped in her dark hair. The erotic sound of her moans and moist noises make my dick so hard it hurts.

  The next moment she’s beneath me. I shift my hips making her spread her thighs wide. I position the tip of my cock right at the opening of her soft wet slit. “Are you ready for me my little slut? I’m about to fill you up,” And with one hard thrust, I enter her, burying myself deep.

  She cries out my name as I move my hips, driving my angry hard dick into her soft pussy. I’m so deep, I bang against her cervix.

  I have everything I could possibly want, but Candace is all that I need. There’s only one piece of my life that I’ve been missing, and that’s her. I will claim her here and now, marking her as mine.

  I look into her eyes, glazed over with heated desire. I’m over that high wall and I see all of my beautiful Candace, her vulnerability, her fear, her adoration. Her lips are parted, and I dip down, smashing my mouth over hers. I thrust hard and unrelenting into her soaking wet center.

  Tears spring from her eyes. “I’m falling Drake. Fuck!”

  “I’m here to catch you, my baby girl. Fall for me,” I hiss into her ear, biting her earlobe as I feel her pussy squeezing around me.

  She reaches in between us and rubs her swollen sensitive clit with her fingertips. She shuts her eyes, her mouth drops open and she arches her back, orgasming around my pumping cock. I explode at the same exact time as she, my hot cum squirting deep into her core.

  I roll over, holding her in my arms and plant her soft body on top of me. I press her cheek to my hard pounding chest, trying to steady my breathing.

  She moans, “I’m still here. You caught me. I’m okay.”

  “Yes, Candace. Safe and protected, right here with me.”