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“I’m not risking any damage but mine to that sexy ass of yours.” He ends that statement with another hard smack, and I find myself clenching my pussy at the slight pain, feeling every pulse as I release.
“You wanna play, Rosy girl?” James sets my feet back on the floor, caging me against the front door. He’s holding my jaw in his hand, his lips brushing against mine. “I’m game. What’s your head start, baby?”
“Three seconds.” My voice is a moan, a plea, a pleasure-filled song.
“Good girl.” James kisses me with a hunger I’ve never felt. He tastes like scotch and the promise of sin. He’s inhaling me, taking my lip into his mouth, before painfully releasing me. “Go.”
The command is clear and final. I run inside, taking my clothes off, leaving a trail behind me, managing everything but my pants and bra. I want to be found, I want to be punished. With James, I want it all.
With a right turn, I’m heading over to the kitchen. The house is submerged in a silence so deep it’s almost eerie. I steady my breathing, but all I hear is my racing heart as I hide behind the island. I hold my breath, trying to make out James’ footsteps.
Nothing. Just the clock.
I’m his willing prey but adrenaline is still pumping hard through my veins, settling its rush deep within my core.
Tick tock. I’ve never heard it before, but damn it’s loud now.
Tick tock.
Tick—
“Too easy, Valentine.” I’m in the air before his voice hits my ears, as James sits me on the counter and unbuttons my jeans. I’m smiling wider than the Cheshire cat, but who I really want to be is Alice. I want to fall into the wonderland only James can take me to. “I haven’t had dinner. I’m starving, baby.”
He pulls my ass to the edge of the marble counter and gets down on his knee. I feel the tip of his nose running along my wet underwear, James’ sharp inhale being followed by a guttural groan. “Fuck, you smell good.”
He bites down on me, making me gasp at the unexpected feeling. His mouth is full of me, but I can still make out his demands. “Who owns this?”
I’m fisting his hair now, desperate to feel his tongue where it belongs, completely surrendered to his possessiveness. “You do.”
He bites down harder, making me both gasp and realize my mistake. “You do, Daddy.” I quickly correct myself.
My underwear is pushed to the side, James’ tongue burying inside me the next second. My head falls back in bliss, my eyes shut as tight as they go. James feasts on me like a starving lion, flicking his expert tongue on my clit, running it up each of my lips and tasting me from the inside.
“Oh fuck, James.”
I’m rocking against him, riding his face at will, searching for my ultimate release. James stops and stands, bringing his face just an inch away from mine, his hand taking his place between my legs. Torturous and slow.
“You’re being punished tonight, remember? You will not come until I say you may, Rosy girl.” His tone is resolute, final and unwavering, punctuated by a painfully slow thrust of the fingers he’s buried inside. “I told you at the party you’d be begging. Are you gonna beg your Daddy to let you come?”
Fuck. His dirty talk is hot as hell’s fire and brimstone. How can I control it when his words alone are making my pussy throb?
James pinches my clit hard for my hesitation. Even though it’s painful it doesn’t help calm my arousal one bit. It does just the opposite. The gates of this dam are now wide open, and I can’t control the despair in my voice.
“Oh God, yes. I am, Daddy.” He notices my body’s response to the pain he’s inflicting, his lips tilting up in a knowing smirk.
“Does my good girl like pain?” He slides my panties down my legs and unhooks them from my bare feet before setting me back on the floor. “Turn around.”
I hear the sound of his belt buckle. This is it. This is when he fucks me, finally. I’m aching to feel him inside me. I’m empty and clenching on nothing but air. When did I become this horny, desperate, mess?
I jump at the crack of his leather belt, snapping like a whip. Not an ounce of my body is tight in fear. I trust him.
“Hands behind your back, Valentine.” I do as I’m told, James ties my wrists with his leather belt. He presses himself against my back, both hands squeezing my breasts, his fingers pinching my hardened nipples. I can feel his erect shaft pressed against my ass, but his jeans are still in the damn way.
“Remember, you are not allowed to come, Rosy girl. Tell me you understand.” He whispers straight into my ear.
“I understand, Daddy.” Reluctantly, but I do.
He spins us to the other side, right in front of the sink, kicks my legs apart and places his hand flat between my shoulder blades, pushing me forward.
