As the front door of their home opened, she thrust her way inside, strutting toward the bedroom without a word. He turned to close and lock the door, running his fingers through his hair with a deep sigh. It wasn't often that the two fought, but when they did, it was electric with the amount of passion between the two of them. She entered the bedroom and sat at the bottom corner of the bed, leaning over to undo her shoes and kicking them across the room. His head lifts as he hears the thuds from the shoes hitting the bedroom wall, walking cautiously to the doorway to investigate the sound.

She's wholeheartedly ignoring his presence, getting to her feet and reaching behind her to undo the dress she had put on for their night out. She struggles to unzip the dress on her own, but refuses to ask for his help like she normally would. He waits a few moments before taking a forward stride and gently wrapping his fingers around her wrists, lowering her arms before he takes over for her, exposing her fair skin as the zipper lowers. Despite her clenched jaw, she feels the butterflies in her tummy when he touches her. The dress hits the floor, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

Their egos got the better of them during their argument, and she was starting to realize that the importance of the fight wasn't as great as it felt at the time. Almost instantly with this realization, she felt the hot anger inside her melt away. She missed him. She wanted him. But she couldn't tell him. In that moment, she makes a decision. After undressing her, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, taking off his own shoes before flopping onto his back on the bed in exhaustion. With her back to him, she reaches behind her to undo her bra, peeking over her shoulder at him. His curiosity is piqued, and his eyebrow raises.

The moment the bra hits the floor, she turns to face him. The innocent look on her face that he loves so much makes him swallow hard. He could still feel the anger boiling just under the surface, and as much as he loves her, he wasn't going to break so easily. His eyes graze over her bare body, and the pair of black panties lingering for longer than he liked. He didn't say a word. Neither did she. She moves closer to the bed, and he sits up on his elbows, his eyes never leaving her while she crawls onto the bed beside him.

She lays back against their pillows, wetting her lips, her big, blue eyes never leaving his. His pupils dilate, his fingers clutching the bedsheets in disbelief at what he was seeing. Her hand slowly moves between her legs, her knees spreading apart to give him a full view. When her fingers disappear inside her little, black panties, he has to stifle a growl. "What's wrong, Daddy?" She purrs, tilting her head to the side curiously. That's all it took.

With one swift motion, he's on her, making her gasp in surprise. He grasps her wrist and tugs her fingers away from her sex, pinning both of her hands just beside either hip. His mouth attacks her neck, sucking at the spot that makes her squirm. "Daddy...!" She gasps. He growls deeply, primally, sinking his teeth into her sink and sucking to leave a darkened mark. Mine, he thinks. "More..." She breathes. He knows exactly what she wants, but there's still a fire in his belly from their earlier fight. And now she wants to toy with Daddy?

Her hips raise insistently with a whimper, her fingers clutching the sheets as he keeps her firmly pinned so she can't touch herself. "Tell me..." he pants as he finally releases her neck, lifting his head so their eyes can meet. "...exactly..." he can't help himself, kissing her deeply. Seconds pass, and as he finally pries himself away, he continues. "...what you want, babygirl." Her cheeks are hot to the touch, but there's nowhere to hide, their noses practically touching as he waits for her response. She hates having to say out loud what she wants. He knows how shy it makes her, which causes a slight smirk to play in the corner of his mouth.

"Daddy..." She pouts, lightly kicking her feet on the bed.

"I know, baby. Tell me." He kisses one of her bright pink cheeks.

With a whine and some hesitation, she responds. "Want you..." She murmurs.

Normally, he would make her suffer a little longer, until she fully described what she wanted him to do to her body, but right now, he needs her just as badly. He missed her, too. He adjusts his grip on her wrists, bringing them to her stomach and using one of his large hands, now, to hold both her wrists in an X position there. With his newly-freed hand, he grazes the tips of his fingers over the center of her panties, making her shudder.

"Is this what you want, baby?" He whispers, laying on his side along her body and planting soft kisses to her neck. She nods, nearly in tears, her hips bucking toward his touch. Biting his lip, he allows his fingers to disappear inside her panties. Feeling how soaked she was, he couldn't help but let out a moan with her. "That's my fucking girl." He snarled, his fingers moving from her glistening entrance to her clit, using the moisture to start circling her there. Her lips part with a breathy gasp, her head falling back against the pillows.

The passion from the fight followed into the bedroom, that was for sure. He was still slightly angered, but overcome with an intense desire to make her come for him. To own her body. To subdue his brat. His fingers picked up speed, circling her little clit in just the way she liked. She moaned out loud, not playing coy like she normally might. She needed this release just as badly as he wanted to give it to her. "F-fuck..." She growled.

"Yeah?" He panted, her moans only egging him on. His fingers started to flick side to side over her clit as quickly as he could, and the sounds she made for him made him hard as stone. "I want you to fucking come." He ordered, squeezing her pinned wrists even tighter. She could only nod through frantic breathing and whimpers, her hips writhing in waves. He continued, determined, watching her body dance underneath his control.

"I-I'm gonna come..." She hardly can manage the words, her fingers curling to fists. "Please can I come, Daddy?"

With one brief slap to her pussy, he continues. "Now you can come."