Honey, Honey by Rebel Carter

Chapter Twenty

HONEY

That’s it, suck your Daddy’s dick like a good little cumslut.

The shower had been...amazing. The grip of Law’s hand in my hair, the way his cock had felt on my tongue, his cum in my mouth. Fuck, it had all been...okay, amazing was a bullshit word, but it was the best I could do right now since I was in a daze. My body felt light and happy, every part of it lit up from inside to the point that I could have been floating for all I knew. If my feet touched the ground it was news to me.

But then again, Law was carrying me so I guess my feet hadn’t really hit the ground. He’d toweled us both off, me in my dopey haze, and after getting me into my robe again he’d carried me to the bed and dressed himself.

“I’m taking you to your suite,” he’d said, reaching for me. This time my arms went around his neck without hesitation. Law scooped me off the bed and left his room. We were in the hallways of the Cairn with Law striding purposefully and utterly at ease as if he carried me around on the daily. I heard a peal of laughter sound from behind us and a door to a room slammed shut, muffling the merriment. There were voices on the heels of it and I knew we now had company in the hallway. When I looked over his shoulder in the direction of the voices, Law spoke.

“It’s just after three. Still plenty early in the club.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot,” I waved a hand at the hallway and leaned back against his chest, “about all of this while we were…” my voice trailed off and I blushed, “you know,” I finished.

He chuckled, his arms tightening slightly around me and holding me closer. “Yes, I know,” he said, the rumble of his voice in his chest comforting. It felt familiar and reassuring in a way that it shouldn’t have given this was our first night together–if you didn’t count the night in my apartment which I wasn’t sure I did–but Law talking to me like this, the way he held me, how we fit together...it all felt right.

So fucking right.

I was basking in the beauty and comfort of that rightness when everything in my world went sideways. Just like it usually did. Because of course, it fucking did.

Christian.

He was at the end of the hallway, just turning the corner and ambling towards us. The woman from earlier was still with him, her arms wrapped around his waist tightly as they walked. She was looking up at him and smiling, her face showing how much she clearly adored the man she was with. It was a pity really given that Christian looked utterly fucking bored.

It was a look I recognized well. The one he gave when the attention he was getting just wasn’t up to snuff. The one he got before he started getting mean for fun.

I shivered and pulled my robe tighter, turning my face into Law’s chest so that I wouldn’t see Christian or the woman with her heart in her eyes. God, I hoped someone told her to put her heart somewhere he couldn’t see it. It shouldn’t be that bare and open to him. If only someone would–

“Which way to your suite?” Law asked. He’d stopped walking now and was looking ahead. I wondered if he saw Christian.

I lifted my head and swallowed hard. “What?”

“Your suite. Which way is it?” he asked again, nodding at the hallway in front of us. We were in the main corridor but there was an intersection coming up, one that had three halls that went off in different directions. I uttered a silent prayer of thanks when I saw that Christian was definitely not going up the hallway that had my suite. He’d already crossed through the intersection and was heading right for us.

“To the left,” I mumbled quickly with a jerk of my head and then went back to where I was, head pressed his chest and my chin dipped down. “It’s the fourth door on the left after that.”

“What’s wrong?” Law asked. I glanced up at him, from under my lashes to see that he was staring ahead, his eyes narrowed and his jaw set. He hadn’t started walking again and the sinking feeling I’d had that he’d spotted Christian grew. There was no way the man didn’t know why I was hiding as best I could.

“Nothing,” I mumbled.

“Honey.” The warning tone was back and the rumble was not so lovely or right this time when it vibrated against my shoulders and side.

“It’s him. You see him. Don’t pretend like you don’t,” I whispered, pushing back to look at him, a hand on his chest. “We have to go.”

“You’re with me now,” was all Law said, as if that cleared it all up.

“That doesn’t matter,” I told him and his lips turned down, while an eyebrow shot up. He did not like that one bit. Shit.

“It matters plenty.”

“You know what I mean.” Was all I could get out before Christian was talking.

“Well, well, well, isn’t this a lucky surprise. Running into old friends again.” He pulled on the last part of his sentence and I cringed inwardly. He was definitely bored and up for being mean. I looked away from Law, but I could tell that he hadn’t. From the corner of my eye I could still see him staring right at me as if Christian hadn’t just spoken.

“It matters,” he said again, ignoring Christian who was now walking forward. The woman had to let go of his waist, but he grabbed her hand, dragging her with him as he approached us. A shiver ran up my spine at the sound of Christian’s voice and I gripped Law’s shirt tighter, my knuckles turning white from the pressure.

“We have to go,” I tried again.

Law showed zero sign that he gave a fuck. “When we get to your suite I’m going to fuck you.” My breath caught in my throat.

“What the hell are you both still doing here?” Christian asked, his voice acid.

“And then I’m going to feed you and put you the fuck to bed, little girl,” Law went on ignoring Christian. “Do you understand?”

“I know you’re not really together, princess.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I ignored Christian and answered Law.

“No.”Christian made a strangled sound and the next second the woman he’d been dragging behind him was forgotten. Left where she was standing while he stomped up to us, his face twisted in anger. I’d thought he was handsome before, but now? Now that I’d had Law’s hands and mouth on me, his cock in my mouth...now that I knew what he looked like underneath the button up suits and dress shirts. His body as beautiful as it was savage, the hard planes of muscle dotted with scars and covered in dark inky lines that spanned his side from chest to abdomen, stretching and spiraling around arms to the backs of his hands.

Now that I knew all of that?

Christian didn’t look handsome anymore. He looked like a boy. And right now he looked like a spoiled, angry boy who was throwing a fit. When we were together–all seven months of it–his anger had scared me, made me anxious and had me hurrying to cave to whatever new bullshit reason he’d cited as pushing him over the edge. I lifted my head and looked at Christian, the anger in his face no longer scaring, but confusing me.

Why the fuck did he care what I did or who I did it with?

“You do not call him that. I am your-” Christian began, but Law was moving, down the hallway and towards the hallway my suite was in, and he was doing it in the same slow pace he’d had all along. He shifted, hiking me higher in his arms, my body cradled close to him. His arms were warm, strong, and I knew so long as I was in them I had nothing to be scared of.

Christian’s anger went from confusing to downright comical. Why the hell had I ever been scared of him?

“I want you to think about what you want to eat,” he told me, voice soft and even. I tore my eyes away from Christian who was staring at us like we had grown three heads. I gave a quick nod but said nothing. “It had better not all be sweets,” Law added, and I grinned up at him, my grip on his shirt loosening.

If he could pretend Christian didn’t exist then I could too.

“Honey, get the fuck down,” Christian snarled with a jerk of his hand pointing down at the floor beside him, “Now.”

“But I like sweets. I want cake,” I told Law. Dessert was delicious and I hadn’t had much lately. Sweets were a thing I enjoyed when I was relaxed and carefree, but between my work schedule and the constant go go go of the city I hadn’t really allowed for any of that. A chocolate cake with double cream frosting would hit the spot. Or maybe cheesecake now that I was thinking about it. The allure of sugar and confectionery delicacies were suddenly very appealing now that Law had forbidden them.

“You can have fruit.”

I pouted. “You’re no fun.”

“Fine. A cupcake then.”

That appeased me and I nodded, settling back against his chest. I opened my mouth to point out that two cupcakes were far better than one when Law’s arm jostled slightly. My eyes slid to the side to see Christian’s shoulder against Law’s arm, my feet were nearly touching him and Law turned his body pulling me away from Christian.

Christian’s eyes were on me. They were narrowed with anger and he flicked a finger at me, making me flinch despite my dedication to following Law’s lead. “Honey, did you fucking-”

Quick as a viper, Law leaned in to Christian, the move so fluid and sudden it startled Christian into shutting the fuck up. For a second I thought Law was going to deck him, but he didn’t move his arms, just kept right on holding me while he moved close enough to whisper in Christian’s ear. The low rumble of Law’s voice was too muffled, his head turned, lips almost brushing Christian’s ear. The scene might have even passed as tender to anyone that didn’t know better.

Law stepped away from Christian and set off at an amble again, footsteps steady and sure as he turned to the left and went down the hallway to my suite without even a second look behind him. I, of course, looked twice, fuck, I looked three times just to be sure I saw what I thought I saw. Which was a speechless Christian, mouth open and eyes wide with shock. There was fear there too, the unfamiliar look of it in his eyes was nice. He deserved to know what it was like to be on the other side of things for once. The woman he had come with was staring after us as well, a lost look in her eyes, arms folded around her body. She was leaning against the wall behind her, all the strength in her gone, and I felt a pang of sadness go through me at the broken look to her.

She looked like a discarded doll. Left by its owner and unsure of what to do next.

I’d been like that once too with Christian. I hoped she left him.

I looked at Christian who still hadn’t moved, but whose eyes were on us as we slowly drifted away. When our eyes met, I didn’t flinch away. I stared back at him until he looked away first.

* * *

“What did you say?”I asked once we were in my suite.

“Nothing important,” Law replied. His hands were in his pockets and he was looking around the suite with an amused expression on his face. He moved to the side and considered the fireplace I hadn’t been able to make use of. “I’ll start us a fire.”

“What do you mean nothing important? You left him staring after us like--like,” I threw out my hands, “like he was terrified. That can’t be from something not important.”

He crossed the room to the fireplace and considered it for a moment before reaching out and taking the tinderbox in hand. “It’s not important because that prick isn’t important. We are not speaking of him again tonight.”

I bit my lip and then nodded, because the last thing I wanted to do was bring up Christian. “Fine,” I conceded, “but later?”

Law glanced at me over his shoulder. He was crouched in front of the fire, his hands busy with the tinderbox, “Later, we can if you still want to.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Of course, princess.”

The familiar glow of pleasure I got when he called me that bloomed into being and I shifted nervously from foot to foot. “I like it when you call me that,” I said, stating the obvious.

“I know. Now get in bed.”

I rolled my eyes at him because he was back to domineering, but I did want to get in bed so I did what I was told. “Don’t take too long.”

Law hummed, but he didn’t say anything as he worked at the fire. I settled back against the plush pillows and comforter of the bed, pulling the blankets high, up to my chin, and enjoyed the sight of Law doing something domestic. It was doing wonders for my libido, and I knew if I saw the damn man wash a single dish I was going to want to rip his clothes off. When he stood and turned towards me, I was turned on. He stalked across the room towards me, hands already undoing the buttons of his shirt. He tossed it over the back of the velvet settee in the center of the room and then continued towards me.

“I normally stay in this room,” he told me, taking off his shoes when he was at the foot of the bed.

“Oh?”

“Yes, Connie told me there was a VIP in it this weekend though. I see she was right.”

I giggled. “She was up to something from the beginning. She knew you’d end up here.”

“Whether she did or she didn’t isn’t important really, but I am glad that you have this suite. It’s comfortable.”

“There’s cake already in the fridge too,” I said pointing at the door that led to the kitchen. “I forgot earlier when you said I couldn’t have sweets.”

“I said not just sweets,” he reminded me and braced a hand on the bed as he looked me over. “Now, do you remember the three things I told you I would do once I had you back here?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“What were they?”

“You said,” I licked my lips and paused before I told him, “you said, you would fuck me, feed me and put me to bed.”

“You’re already in bed, so this order isn’t quite what I wanted, but it’ll do. There are two more on that list now to be done, princess. I think you know what’s on my mind, but what do you want?”

That was too easy to answer.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Law’s eyes darkened and the smile he aimed at me was soft and sweet as anything I’d seen in my life. I think it was easily the softest thing I’d ever seen in the city. New York was a place not prone to soft or kind, but it did have its beauty. And when it offered that beauty it was rare and precious.

Law was the most precious thing I had ever been offered by New York.

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

He came forward then, moving close until he was beside me and I breathed in deep, taking in his scent with a barely restrained moan of happiness. He smelled like sage and sandalwood, warm, clean and woodsy. “Remember your safe word, princess,” he said, reaching out and tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Yes, sir.”

He cupped my face for a second before he moved in and kissed me. The kiss was slow and gentle, the mirror of the smile I’d been so transfixed by, and when I opened my mouth to him he deepened it, taking my mouth with a groan. I reached for him, hands burying in his hair, fingers twisting in the strands as I pulled him closer to me. Law’s tongue moved along my bottom lip, tasting me before it met mine. His arms wrapped tight around me and he pulled me up and into his lap, the sides of my robe falling open and baring my breasts to him. Law broke our kiss, leaning back to look at me, his blue eyes moving slowly over my face.

The hand at my face moved, fingers lightly skimming my cheek before gently cupping it. My eyes closed and I leaned into his hand, turning my head when Law bent forward to whisper in my ear. “This is how I’m going to do it, princess.”

I licked my bottom lip, eyes still closed, my body sinking further into Law’s hold with each and every second he described what he was going to do to me. Each and every word setting my body on fire. The lust Law inspired in me growing and taking root, until all I could think of was touching him.

“I’m going to tie you down,” he told me, rough fingers tensing on my jaw. He turned his head and his lips brushed against the shell of my ear. I shivered, breath starting to come quicker with the thrill of excitement moving through me. “Your sweet body open and ready for me to do what I want with it.”

I leaned forward and rested my forehead against him, just at the curve where his neck and shoulder met. “Where?” I whispered, breath catching. “Where are you going to tie me down?” I asked, pressing my palms flat against his broad shoulders.

“The bed, to the corners. I want tie you down and touch every fucking part of you before I fuck you.” The arm around my waist tightened with his words, the crook of it pressed to the small of my back, arching my back and forcing me closer to him. “I want to worship you. Are you going to let me do that?”

I sucked in a breath at the tantalizing image. I could see it now, my hands tied down, above my head, Law’s big body moving over mine, mouth, tongue and hands covering me from head to toe. “I want that.”

“I know,” he said, voice all sugared confidence that made my clit ache. “And I have a surprise for you.”

I opened my eyes and sat up straighter, lifting my head from his shoulder. “A surprise?”

“The flogger, princess.”

My fingers tensed on his shoulders, breath leaving my body in a whoosh and the ache in my clit turned into an all out sweet throbbing. “I want that too,” I told him.

“I know, princess.” His lips turned up in a grin. “It was all over your face in the Great Room. I know you want me to use it on you. You crave the bite of the leather on your skin, don’t you?”

I nodded. “Yes, but…” My voice trailed off and I raised my eyes to meet Law’s gaze. He was watching me closely, and when I bit my lip instead of answering him he gave my thigh a squeeze. The dig of his fingers into my skin had my attention, so did the underlying growl I heard in his voice when he asked, “But what?”

“I want it from you. It wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t you holding the flogger,” I told him. Law’s hand on my thigh tightened, fingers pressing harder and I bit my lip. I shifted, pushing my hips closer to him, and dropped a hand to lay over the hand at my thigh. “I want your marks on my skin. Your cock in my pussy.”

“Princess,” Law growled. He leaned in, claiming my mouth with a kiss, and when he pulled back I knew it was time. His back was drawn up, spine tall and muscles coiled and ready like a notched arrow in a bow ready to be let loose. Hi blue eyes showed no hint of the man that laughed for me. Instead, there was an intense focus that told me he was ready to go forward, but he wouldn’t. Not before I told him I was ready.

I took in a deep inhalation and let it out, shoulders rising and falling, my breath warm and fanning against his tattooed skin. “I’m ready, Daddy.”

The change was instantaneous. Law’s hands on my body began to move and he lifted me up again, drawing himself up onto his knees, our bodies pressing together for a moment before he was forcing me back onto the bed.

“I want you on your back. Arms above your head, feet pointed towards the corners of the bed. Now.”

I went back but I took my sweet time, the slow exaggerated movements eating up precious seconds while Law moved off the bed. He came to stand beside the bed and cross his arms, watching me slowly shift into place.

“You’re taking too long, princess.”

I smirked at him, enjoying being at the center of Law’s world. When we were like this nothing and no one else existed. Not for either of us. This was our world. The room, the bed, the limit and span of our bodies and the space between us.

This was it.

It was all that we needed.

Law tilted his head to the side, watching me with a slightly pinched look on his face. A look that only got me going, the excitement I was feeling spreading through my body until I felt dizzy from it.

“Only good girls get surprises, and you do want your surprise don’t you?” he asked. “Don’t make me take it away.”

I went onto my back when he threatened that. I did want my surprise, and I did absolutely want to be Law’s good girl. Even if I liked pretending that I didn’t. “Fine,” I muttered with a toss of my head. Law came around the bed then, hands deftly pulling out padded leather cuffs I hadn’t known were there. The cuffs were attached to soft leather straps at each corner of the bed and he secured my wrist, buckling them into the cuffs, testing the tension, tightness and pull of the cuffs at each corner as he went.

“Are you comfortable?”

I gave the cuffs a pull and nodded, settling into the bed. “Yes.”

Law left the bed then and went to a chest a few feet away. It was against the wall leading into the bathroom and when he bent over it, opening it, I raised my eyes to the ceiling. My heart was pounding from the anticipation of what was to come. Adrenaline flooded my system so forcefully it was nearly painful, and I worked to keep my breath even and steady. By the time Law returned to the bed, I was squirming, eyes trained on the ceiling and doing my best to be patient.

“Hurry up,” I begged. “Hurry up.”

I was failing at patience.

Law tutted but made no move to speed up his movements. Something that brought me no end of frustration and I communicated this to him with a kick of my restrained foot. I opened my mouth to throw sass but a well timed smack of the leather flogger against the bottom of my foot had me gasping, the sass forgotten.

“Watch your tone. And where are your manners? What did I say about good girls?” He asked, punctuating his question with another smack of the flogger.

My toes curled at the contact. “Hurry up,” I said, unable to resist another chance to poke at him. Indulging my bratty side, finding his boundaries and learning where those edges fit with my own was all indulgence. It was, well it was fucking fun. “Please,” I added hastily when I saw the flogger in his hand rise again but it was too late, and this time he brought it down on the side of my foot. The sting of it had me blurting out another quick, “Please, please, hurry up, Daddy.”

“You’re a little too late with the manners, princess. Now you have to pay.”

“But I-”

“Now,” he swung the flogger, the bite of it hitting above my ankle, “You,” again another strike, this one on my calf, “Pay,” he said, each word punctuated by another flick of leather against my skin.

I sucked in a breath, lungs seizing at the contact of leather to flushed skin. “Daddy!” His hand sliced forward, this time the flogger hit right above my pussy, the edges of it flirting with my inner thigh and I moaned. “Daddy.”

“You look like you’re going to be a good girl for me now. Is that right, princess?” He struck again, my sides this time, and I knew I would have welts there. He was bringing the flogger down with more force now. I knew why. No one would see these marks, not with a shirt covering them. These were just for us.

“Yes,” I moaned, when the leather tickled the underside of my breast. “Yes!” I cried, leather kissing my nipple, first on one breast and then the other.

“That’s my sweet girl.” He dragged the flogger slowly between my breasts, the soft leather tip of it trailing over my skin before it gently rounded the side of my breast. “You are my sweet girl, aren’t you?” He asked, pausing, the flogger pressed to my skin but not moving.

I took in a shaky breath, my chest rising and falling quickly. “Yes, Daddy. I’m your good girl.” Law hummed and quick as lighting the flogger moved again, the stinging strike of it coloring my sensitive skin pink. I gasped, back arching and hands pulling at the cuffs.

“Next time I’m going to blindfold you,” he said, conversationally, as if he weren’t taking me in hand with the flogger. As if I wasn’t bound to the bed and shaking with desire and need for his cock, the welts on my skin already flashing an angry red and making my flesh feel both overstimulated and starved at the same time. I wanted his hands on me. I needed his touch. His weight bearing down and grounding me in this moment. If I didn’t get that I would fly apart and into a thousand breakable pieces.

“I need you, I need-”

Law cut me off, the leather of the flogger moving to press against my jaw. He angled my head back to look up at him and I almost came from the sight of him. He was shirtless, just like in my daydream. A slight sheen of sweat glistened on his muscles, the flogger in his hand looking as lethal as any sword. The flowing lines of his tattoos made him beautiful like a fallen angel.

“What did I say about manners?” He asked, forcing my head back further with a flick of his wrist. His flogger dug into my flesh. “Use your words, princess.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered and tugged on the cuffs. “I’m sorry but, I need you.”

“Then ask for me.”

I swallowed hard, my throat moving against the hard leather still pressed against me. “I need you, Daddy, please,” I began. “I want you inside of me. I need your big daddy cock filling me up. Please fuck me.” My words were needy, my voice shaking and breathy and I pulled at my restraints as I spoke, my limbs unable to stay still with Law’s gaze on me. The man’s eyes were too much, those blues the color of a roiling sea storm about to break land. I hoped Law broke me. I needed him to.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I husked out. “Please.”

Law stepped closer, the flogger sliding out from under my chin as he did. He dropped it beside the bed, the clatter of it hitting the hardwood deafening and he touched my chest, a light touch that soothed my sensitive skin.

“Since you asked so nicely, princess, Daddy will give you what you want.” He pressed his palm flat to my chest, fingers possessively splayed out against my skin. He leaned down and kissed me, his mouth hard against mine and he was gone before I could return it. I mewled in annoyance, but he tsk’d and tweaked my nipple in response. “Patience,” he said, undoing his pants and letting them slide down his thighs. My mouth went dry when I saw he hadn’t bothered with his briefs. I liked him bare and ready, his fat cock heavy against his thigh, the head of it dripping with pre-cum I wanted to taste.

I licked my lips, eyes on his cock and Law made a sound that was a mix of amusement and arousal. “You’re a greedy little slut.”

I nodded. “Only for you.”

He kissed me again, a hand moving to slide up and down his hardening dick. I moaned into our kiss, tongue sliding hungrily against his while I kept my eyes fixed on where his hand was, still working his dick. Up and down, up and down, his hand slid and my clit throbbed in time with the movements. I nipped his bottom lip when he made no move to get onto the bed.

Law pulled back, breaking our kiss. “Naughty girl.”

“I want you. You said I could-”

“I should make you wait now,” he grumbled, but he was moving away and towards the bed table as he spoke, “I should make my dirty princess watch her Daddy’s dick,” he slid his hand up and circled the head of his cock with his fingers, making me groan, “make you watch him get off and cum all over your beautiful body.”

“No, please,” I begged, though there was no real steel to the plea. If Law wanted to make me watch him please himself, wanted to cover me in cum from my tits to my toes, I’d let him. I would want and love every fucking second of it and beg him for more still.

He pulled a condom on and my heart sang. He wouldn't make me wait.

“I ought to cover your tits in my cum, mark you up after,” he went on, rolling the condom on as he spoke, “Daddy shouldn’t give you a fucking fat inch until you are crying for it.”

“Daddy,” I whined, “please don’t.”

I was breathing faster now, my breasts rising and falling in little hikes that had Law’s eyes on them. My nipples beaded and hardened under his attention and I squirmed, my feet pulling at where they were restrained. I needed him so badly I could barely fucking breathe. My cunt was wet and slick, my arousal making the sheets damp beneath me and I knew this bed was going to be fucking ruined after we were done.

Whatever. Zeus could fucking clean it up.

He came back to the bed and stood there, his dick hard, fully erect and proud. I pushed my hips up as best I could, eager for him, but I didn’t get very far before he put a hand over my pussy and pushed me down onto the bed.

“Patience, princess,” he said, hand warm and heavy against my flesh. He slid a finger through my folds, getting it wet in my slick and I closed my eyes, a sigh of relief escaping my lips.

“Daddy…”

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” Law slipped his finger inside of me and then another, before he started to pump them in and out. I lifted my hips eagerly, adding a little extra punch to his fingers and he hummed in approval. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on my fingers.” He pressed his palm to my clit, grinding it down as I sped up my movements and I moaned at the friction, but it wasn't enough. I wanted more.

“Daddy, more, I need more.” I arched my back, fingers curling around the leather strap of the cuffs. “Please, please, please,” I chanted in time with his fingers fucking into me. If he didn’t give me his dick soon I didn’t know what I was going to do. I ground my hips onto his hand and moaned again. I opened my eyes when I felt him get onto the bed.

“Yes,” I whispered, watching him as he moved his body. He was above me now, hips between mine, one hand supporting himself while he continued to finger fuck me with his other. I looked down, watching him position himself behind his hand and I held my breath, my hips never stopping taking Law’s fingers. It was so close but not, god why was he making me wait? But then he was moving, sliding his fingers out of me, which caused me to groan in frustration at the loss of him. But then...then he was giving me his beautiful dick.

He took it in hand and slid the tip of it through my lips, the first contact had me seeing stars and I moaned, eyes drifting closed, head thrown back when he repeated the motion. Up and down he dragged his fat cock through my folds, urging me to move against him.

“What do you say before your Daddy fucks you? For giving you his big fat daddy cock?” Law asked as he lowered himself down to his elbow, placing it beside my head and bending down to speak in my ear. He fed the head of his dick inside of me with exaggerated slowness and I sobbed. “What do you say, princess?”

“Thank you,” I cried. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He moved his hips, lazily thrusting into me. “For what, you dirty slut?”

“For fucking me. Thank you for your,” he thrust again, this time with more force and my words broke off into a strangled sob.

“For my what?”

“Your daddy cock. Thank you for giving me your daddy cock!”

Law thrust again, pumping his dick inside of me and then again, my breasts jiggling from the force of it as my breath was punched right out of my lungs. Law was big and thick in all the fucking right places. My pussy ached from the stretch of taking him but it was a glorious burn, just like the welts still reddening on my body. The man was easily worth every bit of exquisite pain he brought me. Pleasure on the heels of each and every instance. Law’s hand was at my clit working it in time with his thrust and when I opened my eyes I saw that he was looking down at where he was touching me, his hand moving faster, driving me closer and closer to another mind blowing orgasm while he fucked my body, chasing his own. His thighs were pressed to mine, knees on the bed giving him the leverage to fuck me as he pleased. The force of it would have moved me if not for the restraints keeping me exactly where I was. He was fucking me like my body, my cunt, held the answer to life’s questions and he was determined to possess the knowledge at all costs. The man was taking from me with each roll of his hips. I loved it, I wanted him to hollow me out, to eat his fill with both fingers and leave me fucking spent and empty, the remnants of me messy and dirty on his fingers and tongue.

“Princess,” he growled, lifting his eyes to meet mine.

“Daddy!” I cried, my orgasm slamming into me and pulling me under. My pussy clenched around his dick, the feel of him filling me up adding to the ecstasy he had given me, was still giving me, fucking it through each and every inch of my body so thoroughly I knew I would never shake Lawson Sokolov from me. He was in my bones now. I had a taste for him, one that was going to leave me hungry and wanting for the man, for the Dominant that was now losing himself in my body with a low groan. His movements became less measured, more erratic and he came with a last hard thrust into me.

“Princess, god.” Lawson’s head dropped to my shoulder, the arm that had been placed by my head curling behind my neck and pulling me tight against him. He slid his other arm under me and held me tight, hips lazily rolling, teasing out the edge of his release. We lay there, chests rising and falling together, bodies moving as one, sweat and cum slicked skin pressed flush. The comfortable press of the leather against my skin grounded me comfortingly and I closed my eyes, leaning my head against his arm with a content sigh.

I could stay like this forever.

“You’re mine, Honey.”

I smiled. “I know.”