“What if I was?” I asked, raising my chin. “You promised me an orgasm and left me.”
James chuckled darkly and prowled towards me. Despite me being fully clothed in top and shorts, I felt more naked than him in a towel. He seemed to consume every part of space whenever we were alone, and he looked bigger, meaner, and scarier than before.
It turned me on.
I must have hit my head harder than I thought.
“I never promised you one orgasm, Princess,” he said, trailing his finger over my cheek. “Were you close?”
“Close?”
“Close to cumming.”
I looked away from his piercing eyes and shook my head. “I don’t—I don’t know.”
He tsked. “Bratty little princess doesn’t even know if she was close to an orgasm.” He raised his palm and said, “Give me your hand.”
Frowning, I offered him my palm. “What are you doin—mmfhoh.”
I cupped my mouth when he took my hand and cupped my pussy with it over the shorts. Even though there were two fabrics of clothing, I felt sensitive and extremely turned on looking into James’ eyes when he gazed at me like I was an open banquet just for him.
“You’re wet and I haven’t even touched you, Princess,” he chuckled crudely, and despite feeling ashamed, I was hornier than ever.
“T-touch me, please, Daddy.”
“Hmm, let me think about it.” He tilted his head. “How about no, thank you, Princess?”
Fuck. Him.
James must have seen the anger on my face because he squeezed my pussy through my hand, making me whimper. He leaned closer to my face, his warm, minty breath brushing over my lips. “This is why good princesses should behave when their daddies tell them to do something.”
He pulled away and moved my fingers like they were his over my clit. My knees buckled, struggling to stay steady on my feet.
“I was going to be nice and let you cum, but…”
“But?” I was going to cry if he left me again.
“But someone was being bratty. I’ll have to punish them, won’t I, Princess?” he cooed, slowly stroking my clit, watching me underneath his lashes as I moved my hips over both of our hands.
He was being cruel again. I hated it. But I loved it too. God, I was a mess.
“P-please Daddy?” My fingers clenched on his forearm, trying to increase the pace of my other fingers, but he wouldn’t let me.So cruel.
“I fucking love it when you beg, Mia,” he whispered, his pupils dilated. “And you’ll beg me again to let you cum, but until then, you’ll have to make do with your fingers.” I whimpered when he pulled away.
“Rub your lil’ cunny like that and you might cum, babydoll.” He winked at me and walked out of my room.
I glared at his stupid head, stupidly sexy back and that stupid hot ass as I cursed and slammed the door close.
He wanted to tease me then, fine. I’ll tease him right back.I was Mia fucking Miller and this time, he’ll be the one begging me to touch him.
* * *
“Oh, yes, it’s so good!”I moaned, licking the maple syrup from my index finger, staring at his face across the table and moaning again.
He sighed and looked down at the book he was reading while eating his breakfast. He looked up again in shock when I moaned loudly, taking the finger out of my mouth with a smackingpopthat made his cheeks flushed.
“Okay, you can stop moaning now.”