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Someone’s hand unexpectedly touched my shoulder, and I jerked awake, a gasp ripping from my lips as my heart pounded hard in my chest, my hands coming up to shield my face from being hit.
“Easy, little one,” James soothed as he gently wrapped his hand around my wrists and pulled my hands down from in front of my face, his other hand coming up to grip my chin. “I’ve been back for a couple of hours now, but you were sleeping peacefully. I figured you needed the rest, so I didn’t disturb you. I just kept an eye on you. But it’s dinner time,” he informed me. “You need to eat.”
“I’m sorry for falling asleep,” I quickly apologized. I was so tired, but I should have asked his permission first.
He shook his head at me. “As my submissive, you only need to concern your mind with taking care of yourself when I’m not around. If that means that you must take naps, then very well. Take a nap,” he told me. I frowned. It was really this simple with him?
He let the water out of the tub, and once it was empty, he grabbed a large, fluffy towel and began to dry me off before he wrapped it around me and lifted me from the tub.
“I hope you like steaks, baked potatoes, and collard greens,” he told me as he set me on the bed.
I shrugged as he walked towards an open closet where the light was on. “I’ve never had collard greens,” I told him honestly.
“I’m sure you’ll love them,” he spoke from inside the closet. “My cook – she makes the most amazing collard greens – says the recipe has been passed down in her family for generations, and she always makes it for me once a month.” He grabbed a large t-shirt and walked out of the closet, coming towards me. “Arms up,” he ordered.
I obediently held my arms up to him, allowing him to slide the t-shirt over my head. He grabbed the towel and moved to go hang it up on the back of the bathroom door for it to dry so it wouldn’t begin smelling like mildew.
He grabbed a tray off of the dresser and settled it over my legs. It contained the food he’d listed off, plus two bottles of water as well as a glass of cranberry juice. “Cranberry juice is good for your feminine hygiene,” James informed me when I looked up at him in question. “Eat,” he commanded. “And get some more rest. I’ll be back up later. I still have some things to take care of.”
“I’ll eat,” I assured him.
“And drink the water,” he told me as he strode towards the bedroom door.
“I will.”
“Good girl.” He flashed me a smirk before he left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
Was the Mafia Don always this nice?
~*~*~
I slowly opened my eyes when a lamp flickered on, my eyes instantly falling on James. His face was settled into a scowl as he ripped open his shirt and tossed it to the floor, his buttons flying everywhere. I quickly sat up, accidentally drawing his attention to me. I swallowed thickly when he paused, his angry blue eyes intent on my face.
I trembled beneath his dark look. “James, are you okay?” I asked him quietly, clenching the covers in my fists so he wouldn’t notice them trembling.
“Go back to sleep, Emmaline,” he growled.
My throat worked. I was conflicted on whether to follow his command or to comfort him in the only way I knew how – sex.
“Do you need a session?” I bravely asked him.
“I haven’t collared you. We haven’t even discussed safe words.” But he didn’t deny that he needed a session. He was clearly agitated about something. The muscles in his arms and back were taut with tension.
“Purple,” I blurted. He looked down at me, his eyes softening some. My heart rate slowed in my chest. “Purple is and has always been my safe word.”
He stormed over to me, his hand wrapping around my throat as he dragged my lips up to his. I gasped, instantly kissing him back, his tongue tangling with mine. I was sure to only follow his lead – not trying to overcome his kiss with my own. This was his domain – he was in control of what happened. I moaned into his kiss, my pussy becoming soaked. My nipples ached, my breasts growing heavy.
He abruptly released me, his fingers leaving my throat. “Shirt off – on your fucking knees,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.” I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and obediently dropped to my knees on the floor, looking up at him. He quickly yanked open his nightstand drawer and grabbed a pair of leather-strap cuffs that were a black color. He quickly buckled them around my wrists, binding my hands behind my back. He undid his slacks and pulled his cock out, stroking it a couple of times.
My mouth watered.
Fuck, I was basically drooling.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he warned me. “I’ll hear you if you try to say your safe word. Tell me what your safe word is.”
“Purple,” I answered.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Open.”
I obediently did as I was told, and he laced his fingers in my hair before he slid his thick cock between my lips, fucking my mouth, claiming my lips as his own.
And honestly? With him, I found that I really didn’t mind one bit. I was like a greedy little whore, desperate to take his cock as deep as I could – desperate to please my master.
“Fuck, little one, I always knew your lips looked perfectly fuckable, but I never knew you were this goddamn good,” he rasped as I hollowed out my cheeks, swirling my tongue around and over his tip as he fucked my mouth just as he promised he would.
I moaned around his cock, sending vibrations through him straight to his balls. He growled, his nostrils flaring as his blue eyes darkened even further. “Again,” he growled.
I obediently did it again, loving that for once, I actually felt like I was truly pleasing a man and that he just wasn’t taking what he wanted from me. Though James held all of the control here, I knew I also had a tiny bit of control. What I did with my mouth would either increase or decrease his pleasure.
And I wanted him to cum down my throat.
“Little bit longer, little one,” he rasped as he cupped the side of my head with his other hand. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
I sucked harder, low moans sounding from my throat. I was soaked, my thighs slick with my juices, beyond desperate for him to fuck me hard, to take my body in any way he pleased. But I knew it would only happen on his own terms and if he was ready to please me as well.
It honestly wasn’t very often that I got pleased in return.
“Swallow,” he rumbled.
