Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 39

DOMENICO

I didn’t understand myself. I shouldn’t have been this angry. Not at her. Not really. And yet, the sight of her earlier, teasing, careless, daring... it had ignited something dark inside me. Something I couldn’t control.

It wasn’t about the bar, or the dancing with some random boy anymore. That was just the spark. No, what really set me off was the knowledge that she had touched herself to the thought of Paolo, even after everything we had done together.

If I hadn’t decided to go back there, to make peace with her before going to bed, she’d have gone naked, fuck her pussy with her fingers and pretended it was him... Not me.

That knowledge clawed at me, sharp and relentless. And the fact that she thought she could get away with it... that she could toy with me, make me feel things I didn’t want to feel... it enraged me.

When I grabbed her and brought her to my building, I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears. The sight of her there, soft and unaware of the storm I carried, made me simultaneously furious and... something else. Something I didn’t want to name.

She didn’t even look scared at first. Her eyes met mine, that small spark of defiance still flickering in them, and it almost made me lose control completely. Almost.

I knew I was being irrational, but I couldn’t control my own emotions anymore. Blame it all on my sexy as in daughter-in-law. Blame it all on her.

I walked into my bedroom, one hand shoved through my hair, my shoulders tight with tension. I didn’t even know why I’d come in here—what I was looking for, what I thought I’d find when I left her there and ran over here like my ass was on fire.

"Why did I even come here?" I muttered, voice rough with frustration. My fingers dragged through my hair again, tugging hard enough to sting. Anger burned beneath my skin, aimless and wild.

I crossed the room and sank onto the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, head hanging low. The silence was deafening. I leaned back slowly, then lay down on my side, pressing my face into the pillow... and instantly regretted it.

Her scent hit me like a wave.

Reina.

It was still there, clinging to the sheets, soaked into the fabric. Sweet, soft, intoxicating, fucking beautiful. It wrapped around me, filling my lungs, seeping straight into my bloodstream. Every breath was her. Every heartbeat, it was all her.

"Damn it..." I groaned into the pillow, voice muffled. My fingers fisted the sheets until my knuckles turned white. "Will I ever be able to stop wanting you?"

The words came out strangled, half anger, half confession. My chest ached with it, my body caught between restraint and ruin.

"I can’t stop wanting you," I whispered, the sound cracking in my throat. "I can’t. I fucking can’t."

The room stayed quiet, but her scent lingered, taunting, familiar, cruel. It felt like she was still there, lying beside me, her body brushing against my skin. And no matter how hard I tried to shut her out, the truth was suffocatingly clear.

She was everywhere.

And I was never going to escape her.

The thought made my cock throbbed in my pants. Just the thought of her was enough to make me hard, achingly hard.

I sprang up from the bed, heart hammering so hard it felt like it would tear my ribs. I spun to the left, yanked open the bedside drawer and snatched the crop whip I’d been keeping there for no reason—maybe today would finally make it worth having.

Crop whip in hand, I walked out of the bedroom, fingers fumbling at my shirt as I unbuttoned it on the move. The hallway lights blurred; my pulse bled into the thud of my boots. By the time I reached my home office my breath had gone shallow, raw with something that wasn’t quite anger and wasn’t quite hunger.

The moment I stepped in, Reina was on the couch—alert, stunned—her eyes snapping to the thin strip of leather in my hand. For a second the room held its breath with us.

"Get over there—on my study," I said, voice low, controlled. "Bend over my desk and stick your ass out. Now." The words were a command wrapped in something darker.

She faltered for a fraction—a hesitation like a crack of light—and that was all the invitation I needed. I moved before she could steady herself, lifting her like she weighed nothing and setting her down across the desk with a rough, precise motion. Her body tightened instantly; the realization in her eyes made the space between us electric. She was about to be disciplined.

She knew it.

My pulse skated against my throat. I wanted to break her silence, to hear it—plea, protest, surrender—any sound that belonged only to me.

When her hands touched the desk, I could see the tremor in her fingers. The light from the chandelier caught the side of her face, giving me a clear look of her face.

She looked fucking beautiful bent over my table like that.

"Stay still."

I stepped closer until I could feel the heat coming off her. The leather brushed her side—a whisper before the storm. The air in the room was heavy enough to taste.

I moved my hand to her leg, tracing lazy stoke on her leg and moved my fingers upward to her thigh, rubbing lazy circles on her sexy thigh as I slowly grabbed the hem of her nightdress and pushed her dress up to her waist. Again, for the second time in a row, Reina wasn’t wearing anything underneath the thin dress.

"No panties again?" I grinned, gripping her ass cheek in one hand, and then lowered my head to her opening, burying my face in her cunt.

Pussy juice rubbing against my face and lips and when I swapped my tongue over her cunt, tasting her fluid, she tasted fucking delicious.

"Hmmm." I groaned into her pussy, tasting and licking her pussy juice clean, drawing a shaky breath out of her.

"Fuck!" I cursed, biting her clit, it took every willpowers to pull away from her delicious cunt. "I’m not here to make you feel good, princess. I’m here to punish you."

"Aargh!" She gasped, when I slid the crop whip between her thighs, pressing it against her pussy and watched as a shudder ran through her as I started moving the crop back and forth against her greedy cunt.

"Hmmph! Daddy!" She moaned, legs trembling as I used the crop to force her pussy lips apart. But instead of giving her what she wanted, I pulled the crop back and raised it upward, then lowered it on her ass.

The first strike cracked through the silence. She flinched—sharp inhale, fists gripping the edge of the desk—but she didn’t make a sound. Her control made my jaw tighten.

Again.

Another strike. Sharper. Louder. The sound echoed, filling the space like thunder trapped inside four walls.

Her breath stuttered. I heard it—raw, uneven, the sound of someone fighting themselves. Her knuckles went white. Her shoulders drew tight, then trembled.

"Why are you quiet?" I asked, voice low, dangerous. "Why the fuck are you denying me of your submissive whimper, huh?"

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. I could see it—the conflict in her eyes, the way she wanted to defy and obey at once.

Another strike. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

And this time, a sound broke free. Not a scream. Not a cry. Just a small, bitten-off gasp that went straight through me.

"Good," I said quietly. "Now we’re getting somewhere."

The room was thick with heat, silence pulsing between every breath we took. I watched her fight it, watched her push back the tears, the tremors, the surrender. It was beautiful. Terrifying. Addictive.

I rested the crop against the desk, my hand coming to her shoulder, then her neck. She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Only waited—still, tense, obedient.

"Look at me," I said.

She turned her head just enough for our eyes to meet. Her lashes were wet. Her lips parted like she was about to speak but couldn’t find the words.

The anger in me had dissolved, replaced by something darker—something that burned slow and deep. I traced my thumb along her jaw, forcing her to look up.

"Do you understand why?" I asked, barely above a whisper. "Do you understand why I’m doing this to you? Why daddy is punishing you?"

She nodded once. Small. Controlled. But her whole body was shaking.

"Good."

I set the crop aside completely, hand still resting against her skin. The tension between us didn’t break—it just shifted. Softer, slower, but still alive.

"Breathe," I said.

She did. Shallow at first. Then deeper. The air came back into the room one heartbeat at a time.

The marks stood out against her ski , a pattern of heat and color where the leather had kissed her ass.I moved my hand to her ass, rubbing her ass gently and she held back a whimper.

"How do you want daddy to make you feel good for taking the whip like a good girl?" I asked, flashing her a sly grin as I traced my fingers along her ass crack down to her pussy, spreading lips, stroking her slutty cunt.

Reina bit down hard on her lower lip, tears rolling down her beautiful face as she looked at me. "I want daddy to fuck my pussy." She said, then swallowed. "I want my pussy to get fucked by you tonight, daddy."