Chapter 4

ROXETTE

Chandler’s eyes darken at my words, a primal hunger flashing across his face.

“Fuck,” he growls softly. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?”

He stands abruptly and lifts me easily into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he carries me toward the stairs.

“Daddy,” he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue like both a promise and a threat. “I’ll be your daddy tonight, sweetheart. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”

He kicks open his bedroom door, carrying me inside before tossing me onto the massive bed. He looms over me, his gaze raking hungrily over my body.

“But first,” he says, reaching for his belt, “you’re going to show me how much you want it.”

He unbuckles it slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. “Strip,” he commands softly. “Slowly. Like a good girl.”

I bite my lower lip. “Yes, Daddy.”

I let my voice turn softer, sexier, as I slowly undress until I’m completely naked beneath him.

His eyes burn with intensity as he watches me undress, his gaze dragging over every inch of my exposed skin like he’s memorizing it.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice low and husky. “So fucking beautiful.”

Heat rushes through me under the weight of his stare. I feel seen—exposed in a way that makes my pulse throb between my thighs.

He starts unbuttoning his shirt slowly, one button at a time, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the tight lines of his abs. His eyes never leave mine, and the tension stretching between us feels thick enough to snap.

“Touch yourself,” he orders, tossing the shirt aside. “Show me how you like it.”

My breath catches, but I obey. My hand drifts down my stomach, over the curve of my hips, until my fingers slip between my legs. I part myself slowly, circling my clit, letting out a shaky breath as pleasure sparks through me.

A low groan slips from his throat at the sight. His hand moves to his crotch, palming himself through his pants, his jaw tightening.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, stepping closer. “Keep going.”

The sound of his belt unbuckling cuts through the room, sharp and deliberate. He pushes his pants down, freeing his cock—thick, hard, already glistening at the tip. My stomach flips at the sight, heat pooling low in my belly.

He steps closer to the bed, looming over me, his erection heavy in his hand.

“Do you want this inside you?” he asks, voice rough with need.

My breath comes out uneven.

“Daddy… it’s so big… especially up close.” I whisper, biting my lower lip as I look up at him, desire and nerves twisting together in my chest.

A low, pleased growl rumbles in his chest. “Big enough to fill you completely,” he murmurs, his voice dropping into something possessive. “Big enough to make you forget everything but my name.”

He crawls onto the bed and settles between my spread thighs. His hands grip my hips firmly, tilting me toward him.

“Look at it,” he commands gently, guiding my gaze downward. “This is what’s going to stretch you open and make you scream for Daddy.”

I swallowed my saliva with difficulty. Staring at his manhood for a long time with needs.

He’s thick and veiny, the head slick with pre-cum, pulsing as he positions himself at my entrance.

“Are you ready for Daddy to claim what’s mine?” he asks roughly, rubbing the tip through my wet folds. “Are you going to be a good girl and take all of me?”

I whimper. “Y-yes… yes, Daddy. I need you inside me.”

I prop myself up on my elbows, spreading my legs wider, exposing just how wet I am.

“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes dark with lust as he takes me in. “You’re perfect, Roxette. Absolutely fucking perfect.”

He lines himself up with my entrance, the thick head pressing against me.

“Last chance to back out,” he says, though his grip on my hips tells me he doesn’t expect me to.

When I don’t protest, he pushes forward slowly, inch by agonizing inch. I’m so tight around him, my walls clenching helplessly as they stretch to accommodate his size.

My back arched sharply off the bed as his massive cockhead forced its way inside me. A sharp, high-pitched cry escaped my lips, a sound of pure pain and overwhelming pleasure that echoed in the quiet room. My body trembled violently beneath him, fingers digging into the sheets as my virgin walls were stretched and torn.

"Daddy!" I gasped out, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks. The initial pain was intense, burning through me like fire.

“That’s it,” he groans, burying himself fully. “Take all of Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

He pauses, letting me adjust to the overwhelming fullness.

“Ahh—!” I throw my head back, a shudder ripping through me. “I-It hurts!” I’ve never been penetrated before. It’s my first time. “D-Daddy… it hurts so much…”

I open my eyes and find him staring at me in shock.

“You’re still a fucking virgin?”

His whole body goes rigid, guilt flashing across his face as he pulls back slightly to look between us. A few drops of bright red blood stain his cock and my inner thighs.

“Roxette,” he says urgently, his voice losing its dominant edge. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve been gentler.”

He starts to pull out, but I wrap my legs tighter around his waist.

“No!” I cry. “Don’t stop.”

Despite the pain and tears streaming down my face, desperation fills my voice.

“I thought…” he murmurs. “I thought you’d been with guys before.”

“I’ve… played,” I admit breathlessly. “But never like this. I’ve never had someone penetrate me before.”

His expression shifts, shock melting into something darker and more possessive.

“Never?” he repeats quietly. “No one’s ever touched you properly?”

Before I can answer, he lowers his head and captures my mouth in a fierce, claiming kiss.

“You’re mine now,” he growls against my lips. “Your first time belongs to me. Your last time will belong to me.”

His hips begin moving again, slow at first, then gradually gaining rhythm as he realizes just how tight I am.

“This sweet little cunt is all mine,” he murmurs.

He watches my face intently as he thrusts, gauging every reaction to the unfamiliar sensation of being filled completely.

I whimpered, speechless and aroused. 

“Look at you,” he whispers. “Taking all of Daddy’s cock like a perfect little virgin.”

His hands tighten on my hips, angling me just right to hit that deep spot that makes me gasp and arch into him.

“Nnngggh! Oh, Daddy!”

“You feel so good wrapped around me,” he groans. “So tight and wet. Made just for me.”

He leans down and captures my nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. The mix of sensations makes my head spin.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands softly, his hips picking up speed.

“Ahhh—Daddy… please… it feels incredible,” I cry, pleasure and pain tangling together.

A satisfied growl vibrates through his chest.

“That’s it, baby girl. Let Daddy hear you.”

His thrusts grow deeper, more confident now that he knows he’s my first, claiming every inch of me.

“Your first cock is going to be the only one you ever remember,” he promises darkly. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep that every time another man tries to touch you, all you’ll think about is me.”

His hands slide up to cup my breasts, squeezing roughly as he pounds into me, the intensity driving him wild.

“You’re mine now,” he repeats against my neck. “Mine to fuck, mine to protect, mine to spoil.”

His hips slam harder, the bed creaking beneath us.