Meadow’s POV:


    My knees buckled on the spot. If ric wasn’t holding me firmly, I would’ve fallen to the ground. More heat pooled between my legs and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning against him–my back to his firm


    chest.


    “Your confidence is thin, Meadow,” he continued roughly. “But it’s okay, because I’m going to remind you who you are, over and over, until your body stops flinching at the thought of being worthy.”


    His fingers began to inch toward my center, sleeves rolled up, his tattooed hand t against my stomach, and I held my breath in anticipation of what wasing.


    ric slowly dragged his eyes to meet mine in the mirror the exact same moment his finger brushed


    over my clit.


    “Oh!” I gasped, nearly jerking out of my skin from how electric that had felt.


    “Schei?e.” The German word was a low growl, and it turned me on in a way that I could never exin. I’d only recently found out that he had German roots, and now…


    I didn’t know what it meant, but I wanted him to speak like that to me forever and ever.


    “You’re already so wet,” he murmured against my neck as his thick finger circled around my pulsing nub lightly. “And I haven’t even started with you yet.”


    His hand inched lower, sliding down my folds, and I let out a whimper, turning my head against his chest as I held onto the arm on my stomach. “ric,” I moaned. “Please.”


    “I like it when you’re polite,” he hummed. “Please what, baby?” He dragged his finger back to my clit, circling around it again, now with a little more pressure than before.


    “Touch me.”


    The dark chuckle that rumbled in his chest made my core clench. I needed him. God, I needed him so


    much.


    “I’m already touching you,” he murmured. “But if you want more, you’ll look back in the mirror.”


    His grip tightened around me as his voice turned cold. “Take your eyes off it again and I’ll deprive you of the relief you so desperately seek.”


    My eyes snapped to the mirror at the same time a gasp escaped me, because now, he was sliding a thick finger inside me. Slowly.


    Torturously.


    My knees buckled as a choked sound left my lips.


    His finger felt so good inside of me, the silk dress shifting around my body as he pressed closer.


    “There she is,” he rasped, watching me intently through the mirror. “Look at that face, baby. That’s what you look like when you just give in and let go.”


    “ric,” I whispered, my mouth hanging open, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon.


    ric pushed in deeper, then withdrew his finger. I whined, and an amused breath left his mouth as he added another finger inside of me, stretching me so damn good.


    “Oh god,” I cried, trying to spread my legs wide so I could get more, but he nipped my ear with his teeth.


    “Only take what I give you, Meadow,” he growled into my ear. “Don’t be greedy.”


    My lips quivered and I swallowed hard, keeping my legs still. “But I want more.”


    The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them, breathless. The silence that followed was deadly, and for a second, I couldn’t breathe.


    ric frozepletely, his eyes darkening even more now as his hand left me and my walls clenched around nothing.


    “What-” My voice cracked with confusion and need. “ric, please don’t stop-”


    A sharp smacknded on the inside of my thigh. I yelped as the sting spread across my skin.


    “How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t get to make demands?” he growled as his tattooed hand moved upward, until he wrapped it around my neck. I bit my lip hard, my eyes hooded now. “You


    obey<b>.” </b>


    “I obey,” I echoed airily.


    “You want more?” His hand disappeared through the slit of the dress again. I nodded without hesitation.


    Then you have <i>to </i>earn it.”


    He smacked me again, this time over my panties that had slid back into position when he pulled his hand out. My legs trembled as I gasped. I was too sensitive.


    Way too sensitive.


    “Be still,” he murmured. “Look in the mirror and take your corrections. Understood?”


    I stared at myself.


    At my face that was pink all over, my parted lips… his hand around my neck and the other underneath the green dress.


    I looked beautiful.


    No–I looked ruined.


    And so I leaned back into ric’s chest even though I knew the only parts of him that could feel me currently were his hands against my bare skin.


    And I said the words-


    “Yes, daddy.”


    I saw the exact moment ric realized what I’d just said. He stilled, jaw clenching slightly as his grip tightened around my neck.


    And then he yanked on the side of my thin panties, the material biting against my skin as he tore it away from me. It fell to the ground.


    “Say that again,” he rasped, turning me around so I was facing him.


    The look in his eyes knocked the breath out of my lungs. His hand reached for my waist, pushing me backward until my backnded softly against the mirror.


    Pure lust. That was what I saw.


    I whimpered, my hand moving to his shirt as I frantically popped the buttons open.


    I wanted to feel him. Wanted him to feel me.


    “Yes, daddy,” I repeated quietly.


    I trailed my hand across his bare chest, inching toward his shoulder so I could pull his shirt off, but he


    took me by surprise, lifting me up with one hand. “Fuck,” he cursed.


    Instinctively, I wrapped my thighs around him. In this position, the dress had already ridden up, so now ric had an even easier ess to my center.


    And without warning, two fingers drove inside me.


    “Ahh,” a sound between a moan and a gasp escaped me as he stretched me with his fingers.


    “Take it,” ric growled as his forehead came to rest against mine. “Take what I give you like a good girl.”


    His fingers moved in deep, steady thrusts, filling me again and again. I could barely breathe. Our faces


    were only inches apart. All I had to do was tilt up slightly and our lips would touch for the first time.


    But I didn’t. Even though I wanted to.


    “You feel that?” he rasped, curling his fingers and hitting a spot inside me that had my head falling forward against his shoulder, my arms tightening around his neck. “That tight little pussy clenching


    around my fingers like she was made for me?”


    A strangled moan caught in my throat and my eyes watered. It was too good. It felt too damn good.


    “She’s so desperate for me,” he went on hungrily. “Dripping all over my fucking hand. You want to know what I see when I look at you, Meadow?”


    His fingers thrust deeper, harder, and my back arched. More.


    “I see a filthy little angel trying so hard to be good. But you’re not, are you?”


    “N–no,” I gasped as his thumb started to circle around my clit again.


    “No,” he echoed darkly. “You’re not. You’re my dirty, stubborn girl. My pretty doe in silk.” He pressed his lips against my ear. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you. I can’t wait to be buried deep inside you, baby girl.”


    “ric, please-“I whimpered, not exactly sure what I was asking for. The pressure built, and so did the pleasure as the warmth inside of me started to spread. To bloom.


    My orgasm was close. I could feel it.


    “And you wille when I say. Not a minute before.”


    I clung to him, thighs shaking, eyes drooping closed as my breath came out in short, shallow pants.


    “I can feel you, baby,” he murmured, pumping faster. “So fucking tight. So ready to let go. You want toe, don’t you?”


    “Yes, daddy… please-”


    He growled against my neck, the sound vibrating against my throat. “Keep calling me that, and I’m going to ruin you sooner than I nned to, baby.”


    I didn’t say anything in response, even though I wanted to beg him to ruin me. To do whatever he wanted


    with me.


    “ric,” I moaned loudly as his fingers curled inside me again and he applied pressure to my clit.


    “Let go, baby,” he whispered softly. “Come for me.”


    And I did.