“Or what?”
His hold tightened on my neck and I gasped, wrapping my hand around his forearm. “That’s twice you forgot to address me correctly. I won’t be gentle next time.”
He was being gentle?!
His hold softened, but he kept his grip on my neck and oddly enough, it felt nice. I felt owned, his. His…something.
“Or what, Daddy?” I asked, licking my lips and clenching my legs.
“Or I won’t teach you how to cum, you naughty brat,” James said with a small smile as if he was enjoying this. His words didn’t match the emotions flickering through his face, and it made me want to tease him more. Ruffle his feathers.
“Please, Daddy?” I even pouted and batted my lashes, hoping he would just hold my face and kiss me.
His eyes flickered to my mouth. “Tell me what I get in return.”
“Anything you want, Daddy.”
James tilted his head as his hand pulled away to stroke my neck. The pads of his fingers brushed over my hammering pulse when his dark eyes raked over the length of my body as if he was assessing me.
“Anything I want,hm?”
I nodded, leaning into his soft caresses. I didn’t know we had shifted so close to each other. He smelled of pine and fresh woods and his breath caressed my bare skin. I wanted to bask in his scent and wanted it all over me. Over my bed.
“Anything.”
“Even fucking you?” he asked, my eyes widening when he whispered in my ear, “Strip you out of the clothes I buy you and take you in every way possible. Make your little cunt cream around my cock while fucking you like my princess slut.”
He pulled away, noticing my heaving chest and how hard I was clenching my thighs together to get some sort of friction on my clit.
“Will you let me fuck you, Mia? If I make you cum like the good girl you are, hm?”
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YES, DADDY
JAMES
“Will you let me fuck you, Mia? If I make you cum like the good girl you are, hm?”
Say no. Please. For the sake of my sanity, pull away, slap me, curse me, do anything but agree.
“Y-yes,” Mia whispered, her hazel-green eyes dilated and hazy as she answered, “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. Any of it.
I was supposed to bid her goodnight, drive back to a penthouse that’s too big for me, fuck my fist until I spilled all over my stomach and sleep alone on a cold bed then wake up next morning with guilty conscience while dressing up for school.
But I’m a sinner through and through.Like father, like son.
I brushed my thumb over her plump bottom lip and demanded, “Say it again, Princess.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“No,” I tsked. “Tell me what filthy things I’ll do to you if I make you cum.”
“I…” She took a shuddering breath and squirmed.Fuck me. Her nipples were hard and slicing through the thin top she was wearing, and I’d sever my own fucking hand to have a taste of those perfect tits. Wrap my mouth around her hard little nipples and suck. I got back to Earth when she whispered, “You’ll fuck me, Daddy. However you want. I’ll do anything. Please.”