“Look at me, Princess,” he said, his voice low, still holding me against the wall with his hand on my wrists.Why won’t he touch me?
“What?” I snapped. Well, I tried to, but it sounded more like a breathy whisper.
“You want this?” he asked, his eyes sincere and soft even though his hold was firm.
I nodded, despite knowing the risks. I ached for him. Couldn’t he see that? “Please… God, please, Daddy.”
James moved closer. “Hm? Please, what?”
His eyes darkened, jaw clenched as his hand cupped my cheek. He was going to… I could see it in his eyes.
I licked my lips. “Fuck me.”
He rumbled, “This mouth.”
I gasped when he slid his index finger inside my mouth, pressing against my body, so close and so tight that my breasts pressed over his chest, his hard length rubbing against my thigh.
“Ask nicely,” he ordered, another finger sliding inside my mouth as I sucked them. My frown must have given me away as he pressed his fingers down on my tongue, “I said ask me, nicely, brat.”
“Please fuck me, Daddy.” I burned with embarrassment when muffled words came out of me with his fingers inside me, stretching my lips and toying with my tongue. Yet my underwear was damper than ever.
“Such a good girl.” He pulled out his fingers and slammed his lips on me, my head pressing against the wall as I groaned at the bite of his teeth on my bottom lip. I was melting in his arms and being putty when he kissed me deep, moving his lips and tongue like he was fucking me. I burned everywhere he touched, hoisting me up in his arms as I frantically tried to rub against him, holding his shoulders.
“Greedy Princess,” he groaned, throwing me down on the bed. I gasped, flying in the air and feeling the comfortable sheets of my bed. He threw me. Before I could scold him, he was upon me, closing his mouth on me and pressing me down on the bed with his weight.
“Want me to fuck your pretty little cunt, Princess?” he crooned, rubbing his fingers over my shorts.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I gasped, pushing my hips on his hand and grinding on them.
30
TIED UP
MIA
Iopened my eyes when James pulled away, looking at me with such intense eyes that I had to hold down a shiver. He tentatively looked at me, licking his lips. I squirmed underneath his heavy gaze and reached up to him.
“No.” His frame loomed over me, his fingers unbuckling the belt on his pants. “I’m gonna take my time today, okay, Princess?”
I nodded, too entranced by his long fingers and strong thighs straddling me and lazily pulling the leather belt out of the loops. My mouth ran dry when his hand reached down and squeezed my waist.
“I need answers, brat.” His tone was dark. “Use your little mouth.”
Swallowing, I met his eyes and said, “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“What’s your safe word?” James asked, leaning up and holding my wrists down on the mattress above my head. I squirmed more. Gasping when he pressed his weight over my stomach, glaring at me. “Quit moving and answer me. What’s your safe word?”
“Peach,” I breathed.
“That’s right.” His jaw was clenched when he looped the belt around the metal bedpost and over my wrists, binding them. My breathing got heavier. “And when do you use that safe word?”
“I-I…” I scrambled, frowning at him, “When I want to stop?”
His hand cupped my cheek, and he smiled at me, “Yes, sweet Princess. And when it hurts.”
“W-what hurts?”
“Anything at all, okay?” He tilted my head. “Can I trust you to say it, Mia?”