Remmy

Donald, stop at Gadiva. I've got a taste for something sweet, I told my driver.

Victory had my mouth watering. She was like a fine wine, something to be savored and enjoyed in moderation. But the sweetness of her voice and the way she trembled under my touch yesterday was like a siren's call. I couldn't get her out of my head, and I was dying to taste her again. I pictured her on all fours, her beautiful bronze skin glowing in the soft light, her ass in the air, begging for me to claim her. The idea of it had my dick straining against my pants, and I shifted uncomfortably in the back seat of the car.

As we pulled up to the chocolatier, I couldn't help but think of the last time I'd been there. It had been months ago, but the memory was as fresh as if it had happened. The smell of cocoa had filled the air, wrapping around me like a warm blanket, making me feel alive. It was the same feeling I got when I was with Victory, the same rush of pleasure and anticipation.

I exited the car and went inside, my eyes scanning the rows of delicate truffles and decadent bars. The chocolatier, a slender man with a meticulous mustache, greeted me with a knowing smile. "Dr. Thornton," he said, bowing slightly. "What can I help you with today?"

"The darkest chocolate you have," I said, my voice gruff with need." I need something to fill this...void."

He nodded, his eyes gleaming with understanding. "Ah, the 85% Madagascar," he said, reaching for a box. "It's intense, just like your tastes."

He handed me the box, and I took it, the weight of it feeling like a promise in my hands. I paid for it and stepped back into the warm summer air, anticipating what was to come, making me feel like a teenager with his first taste of ...desire.

I climbed back into the car, the box of chocolates nestled in my lap. As we drove, I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I opened the box, and the rich cocoa scent filled the car. I picked out a truffle, the smooth chocolate melting on my tongue as I savored the bitterness that hinted at something more. It was like Victory herself, sweet and innocent on the outside but with a dark, delicious core that was just waiting to be uncovered.

I leaned back, the chocolate coating my mouth, and closed my eyes, imagining her. The way she'd look with her hair splayed out on my pillow, her body writhing beneath me as I whispered filthy things into her ear. The way she'd gasp when I slipped the chocolate into her mouth, the taste of it mixing with the heat of our kisses. The thought was almost too much, and I had to force myself to focus on the road ahead.

When we arrived at my house, I didn't even bother with small talk. I needed her, and I needed her now. I texted her, my thumbs moving deftly over the screen: "Text me your address. I'll be sending my driver to pick you up. Be ready by 8 PM. Wear something that makes you feel ...edible."

The response was almost instant. "Intriguing," she wrote back, a smirk playing at the corners of my mind. "Nope"

strike 2, on her ass

"I fuckin' hate that word Victory." I wrote back.

The anticipation was palpable as I waited for her reply. It was a thrill to have someone challenge me, to push back against my dominance. It had been a long time since someone made me work for something, and I liked it—a lot.

"Maybe I like saying it," she replied with a smiley face emoji—the cheeky little minx.

I chuckled to myself, feeling the beginnings of a plan form in my mind. I'd show her how much I enjoyed the chase if she wanted to play hard to get. I knew what to do to get her.

I gave Donald the address of the most exclusive Chicago club, The Den of Desire. It was where the elite went to indulge in their darkest fantasies, and I knew it would be the perfect setting for our first real encounter.

The club was known for its strict confidentiality, a place where we could let our inhibitions run wild without fear of judgment or repercussion. I had a reserved VIP suite, a private haven where I could show Victory how much I knew about her deepest, darkest cravings.

Victory

' Nope' I texted him back with my tongue out.

But I had to keep up the facade, even if my body screamed for his touch. I had deadlines and a novel to write. No matter how tempting, I couldn't just drop everything to cater to his whims. Plus, I had to work in the morning, and unlike Dr. High-and-Mighty, I didn't have billions to throw around. I had bills to pay, and my rent wouldn't cover itself.

So, I hunkered down at my desk and started typing away. The words flowed like a river, my characters coming to life with a newfound intensity. It was like Remmy had unlocked something within me, a part of me that had been buried under layers of doubt and inhibition. As I wrote, I couldn't help but imagine his hands on me, his voice whispering dirty things into my ear.

The scene unfolded in my mind's eye, and my fingers moved faster and faster across the keyboard. The heroine, a fiery brunette with a penchant for submission, found herself at the mercy of her domineering lover. His commands were like a symphony, each word playing on her body like a finely tuned instrument. I could almost feel the sting of his hand on my ass, the sweet agony of his fingers inside me, pushing me to the brink of pleasure.

As the night grew late, the words on the screen began to blur. My mind was a fog of desire, my body begging for release. I glanced at the clock, the red digits taunting me—08:23 PM.

A knock at the door jolted me out of my reverie, so faint that I almost didn't hear it. My heart skipped a beat as I stumbled over to the peephole, squinting to make out the figure on the other side. And there he was, dressed in a tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame like a second skin, a smug smile playing on his lips. fucking, Remmy.

I swallowed hard, my hand shaking as I unlocked the door. He stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. "How did you get my address, Remmy." I narrowed my eyes. "Google," he said, shrugging. I shook my head.

"You know I can't just drop everything and come with you," I said, trying to sound firm. But the tremble in my voice betrayed me.

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "But you want to, don't you?" he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Where's your closet." He said, brushing past me.

I watched as he rummaged through my clothes, eyes scanning the hangers. He paused, his hand lingering on a dress I'd shoved to the back. It was a scrap of lace and leather, something my ex bought me before he fucked everything up. The tags still hung from it, a silent testament to the fact that I'd never had the occasion to wear it.

He pulled it out and held it up, a knowing smile on his lips. "Is this what you've been hiding from me?" he asked, the fabric whispering against his fingertips.

I blushed, crossing my arms over my chest. "It's not what you think," I said, trying to sound defensive.

He stepped closer, the dress draped over his arm. "Let me see," he said, his voice a gentle command. "Let me see how it looks on you."

I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing. Then, with a deep breath, I turned and walked into my bedroom, feeling his eyes on me the whole way. I slipped out of my t-shirt and into the dress, the cool fabric caressing my skin like a lover's touch. When I emerged, his eyes were like twin pools of molten chocolate, devouring every inch of me.

"You look... delicious," he said, his voice thick with lust. It's perfect. Go shower. I'll wait." He slipped his shoes off and pounced on my bed, adjusting the pillows to his comfort. "Go," he said with a flick of his wrist. He grabbed his phone and started scrolling.

I rolled my eyes and smirked, but the heat in his gaze had my cheeks flushing. "You can't just come here and boss me around, Remmy," I said, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice.

He looked up from his phone, his eyes locking on mine. "Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Who's Daddy?"

"You're not my daddy," I shot back, sounding defiant. But the way he said it, so casually yet filled with authority, had my pussy clenching.

"Then who is?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr that made me want to drop to my knees and beg.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his question in the air. "You're not," I said, a hint of challenge in my tone.

Remmy set his phone aside and stood up, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. He towered over me, his broad chest and muscular arms making me feel small and vulnerable. His hand reached out and cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. "You know you want to," he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. "You want me to be your Daddy, to make all your naughty little fantasies come true, and to buy you everything you want, no questions asked. ...anything," He said with that smug ass expression. "Anything?" I said questioningly. "Yup," he said.

"A private jet?" "Yup"

"A penthouse?" "Of course."

"A Ferrari?" "Miami white or yellow?" he said, gazing into my soul.

"You want me to be your Daddy.. don't you, Victory?" he asked seductively.

I couldn't deny the truth in his words. Every fiber of my being was screaming for his touch, for the release he promised. I nodded my voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Good girl," he said, his voice a low growl that had me shivering with need. Now take that shower, get dressed, put some heels on, and put that hair up. Do you understand?" he said calmly.

fuck

My pussy is in a full throb. His breath was on me, and his hands were warm. He smells like chocolate and authority. Fuck.

I nodded my voice barely a whisper. "Yes." "Try again, love," he said sternly. "Yes, Daddy"

His hand left my cheek, and he gave me a firm pat on my ass. "Good girl," he said, his voice a low rumble of approval. "Now go, dress up for Daddy."

I turned and walked into the bathroom, my legs wobbly with need. The shower's hot water washed over me, and I couldn't help but touch myself, the memory of his voice echoing in my mind. My fingers danced over my clit, mimicking the way I knew his tongue would feel. I moaned, then stopped. I wanted him to suck this pussy and make me come. He better prepare my seat.