"James!" I demanded. "What are you doing?"
He wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted me against him as he made me sit on the large bed.
"Your hair is still wet," he said, placing the towel on my head and then rubbing at it. "You'll get a cold if you don't dry it properly."
Good Lord! If he was that worried about me getting a cold from wet hair, he could have just given me another towel to dry it with and not pulled off the one I had wrapped around my body. Now what? I was butt naked and sitting there on the bed in front of him as if that were only natural.
He seemed to be consumed with what he was doing, because I'd never seen him like that before. Not to mention his face was a dark mask.
He continued drying my hair with the towel by dabbing along the length of it.
He kneeled on the floor when he got to about my breasts. Now and again, his hand would brush lightly against my skin, enticing me to want more. When his hand brushed against my nipple, I sucked in my breath and my belly tingled deliciously. My core, too, began to pay attention. Suddenly, I felt my body turn weak and warm, ready for whatever James wanted to do to me.
As he was working on my hair, he shifted over and said softly, "I love your hair, Mia. Don't ever cut it."
I blushed. His compliment thrilled me, and I felt wonderfully happy. He buried his nose in my hair when he continued. "I love the smell on you. It's a turn-on."
I licked my lips at his statement and felt my throat go dry as dust.
When he finished dabbing the end of my hair dry, I expected him to give me back the towel so I could cover myself. I also expected him to go back into the bathroom and freshen up like he had wanted to. But those weren't at all what he did.
He carelessly threw the towel to the floor and turned his attention to my body instead. He wrapped his warm, large hands around my middle as he continued to stare at my body, his thumbs caressing my skin.
I watched his handsome face as he gawked at me, his eyes dark. Then he smirked and licked his upper lip. In response, I felt a delicious shiver passed down my spine. My whole body suddenly started aching for more of his touches.
I licked my lips, too, and then managed to squeak out, "James?"
He lifted his gaze to me then. The moment I saw the Prussian blue fire within those beautiful eyes of his, I sucked in my breath. I knew. Oh, I knew instantly he was going to ravish me hard out like he had promised me he'd do after he had returned with my brother safe and sound.
I swallowed at this realization as my body shook both in trepidation and anticipation.
Chapter 10
Mia
I didn't even have time to think when I felt his hot mouth on my right nipple. I gasped out in surprised as my body jerked back a little. James held me tight to keep me from escaping his clutch. I bit my lower lip as I felt this undeniable sex cry that was begging to flee from my mouth.
"Mmm..." The sound escaped naturally before I could control it. "Ahh..."
I closed my eyes and held my breath as he rolled the bud around his tongue and sucked it as if he really enjoyed it. Heat and moisture from his mouth caressed my flesh, sending a buzz of erotic sensation through my body. Meanwhile, his hand caressed my left breast, playing with it, taunting it until it was sensitively aroused and red.
I bit my lip as my whole body shook in ardor, as my core began burning with need.
"Ahh..." I groaned. "Mmm..."
Oh God! My whole body was quivering like a leaf in the storm. And yet, this body needed more... wanted more from the billionaire. More erotic licking and sucking... more kissing and teasing of those hot, expert tongue and lips on my nipple.
"J-James..." I whispered out the billionaire's name between my lips, my eyes glazed with desire. Oh God, my body. I knew I couldn't control my own body any more. James was the one in command of it now. It'd do whatever he'd demand.
When James stopped his teasing on my breast, he raised his head to look at me.
"There's my good girl," he praised. "Such a good body."
I was heaving as I gazed at him. "James..." I whispered softly. "Oh James..."
He chuckled and said, "Now, let's pamper the other one, too."
Instantly, my core twisted in delicious anticipation at his words. My body eagerly agreed by arching upward in an offering. James chuckled at my eagerness and didn't waste any time. He lowered his head and took the other nipple into his hot mouth. Then he proceeded to tenderly torture it as I cried out under his hot, exquisite persecution, licking, teasing, kissing, sucking, and rolling my nipple with his mouth and tongue.
When he was done with that, he had both hands around my small waist and hoisted me up the bed further. Then he lifted my legs, spreading them out as he descended his face in between them.
Oh God! He was going to do it, wasn't he? He was going to tenderly torture me down there, too, with his hot mouth and tongue; sucking and licking me to his heart's content.
I felt my throat dry as I waited in both anticipation and apprehension. Would the feeling be the same as when he was kissing me on my lips? Or when he was lovingly torturing my breasts?
My body tensed up like never before as I inhaled and exhaled deeply. My heart was racing as I clutched on the duvet as if it was my life line.
I could feel his hot breath against my sensitive skin. I could feel my core twisting and burning in expectation, eager to be touched and ravished. It fervently wanted to be filled and erotically tortured by this dark billionaire, the man whom I've come to fall for.
Then I couldn't utter a word as he suddenly started devouring me, his tongue hot and determined, every single stroke and every single touch sending my core burning and twisting with even more needs. My whole body shook and screamed with exquisite sensation, burning... burning... feverishly for more.
"Ja-James..." I groaned out between each difficult breath. "Mmm... Oh God... James... Eee..."
He continued to erotically seduce me down there as my breathing became short and laborious. My body grew weaker and shaky as my hands clutched onto the duvet, as my mind became numbed. All I could feel was his lips and tongue, hot and erogenous, lovingly torturing me down there, making me ache for more I thought I was going insane.
He was licking, teasing, sucking, kissing, and amatory ravishing my pussy with his hot, expert tongue. By the time he was done, I was heaving, breathless, and burning feverishly for more of him. Now, I wanted nothing more than to have him against me, him driving his hot and hard man root into me.
Oh, I wanted him so badly that I knew I'd die if I didn't get what I wanted, which was his enormous beast down there thrusting in and out of me. My whole body was shaking at the knowledge and anticipation that soon I'd get what my body craved most. Soon, James would make my body cry with the agony of pleasure, me writhing beneath him, begging to be completely filled by him.
I made a sound like a child crying, imploring for him to come to me. I wanted to feel him against me; his warm, hard body against my soft one. Skin against skin and nothing in between.
"James?" I begged, my eyes large and teary, my body shaking in intoxication. "Please?" My hands were spread out, pleading him.
James had a dark look on his face and a sly smirk on his lips as he watched me. It was as though he found me like this interesting, as though he loved seeing me like this--desperate and begging for him to take me in every which way he desired.
"What a beautiful picture," he said.
He finally came to me then, wrapping one strong arm round me as he lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him to me. I desperately wanted to kiss him, desperately wanted to feel him. But he wouldn't let me.
He deposited me in the middle of the bed and coldly unwrapped my arms from his shoulders. Then he repositioned me and pinned my hands over my head, imprisoning them there with his hand. I found I couldn't move when I tried. I panicked, wondering contritely what he was going to do to me. I licked my dry lips, my heart racing as I struggled to free my wrist
s.
Oh God! I wanted to wrap my arms around him, wanted to tear his clothes off him, wanted to touch his skin so desperately that I fought him to free my hands. But the harder I struggled, the tighter his captivity became, and I felt pained quickly spreading about the area.
I was trapped, locked within his dark and dominating embrace where he wanted me.
As he stared down at me darkly, I writhed beneath him, my body aching for his touches and my core burning in a frenzy of heat for his man root.
I groaned frantically, calling out to him to please save me and release me from this wonderfully, excruciating torture he so cunningly granted me.
"James..." I whispered. "Oh, James.... Please... Kiss me... Please..."
He buried his nose in my hair. The feeling of his warm breath against my face was wonderful, and it made my heart glow with a sense of warmness that I couldn't describe. As he snuggled his face against the side of my neck and then softly kissed me repeatedly, I felt elated. It was an exquisite feeling of belonging. I felt I belonged to James Maxwell, wanted by him, loved by him, and cherished by him. It was tender and beautiful.
Everything would be complete, I thought, when he filled me with his man root.
James moved his lips to my ears and instructed, "You're beautiful, Mia. Now tell me you want my cock."
I licked my lip, elated at his compliment to me yet confused at his instruction. "James... Please..."
He chuckled. "Mia, say it. Say you want my cock."
I couldn't help myself. The arrogant bastard! Oh God! My body. Why was I like this? And what was he doing? Why was he being so mean all of a sudden? Why wouldn't he let me touch him? Why didn't he take his clothes off? I wanted to see him naked, too. I wanted to touch his tone, muscular body... his smooth skin. I wanted to feel the warmness of his manly body against me. I wanted to wrap my arms around him when he drove into me.
I shut my eyes, and I knew I couldn't control myself any more. I had to do what he wanted me to do.
I licked my lips again and whispered, "James, please, I want your cock." I felt my cheek burnt hot as I said those words, especially the last bit.
"Good girl." He praised me. Then he unzipped his pants and...
I shut my eyes. Oh God! I didn't want to see. I couldn't believe I had wanted James and his cock that badly. What was wrong with me?
"Mia? Open your eyes." He ordered.
I shook my head. "James, please. I don't know why I'm like this. Please just do it quickly. I can't handle it anymore."
"Mia, open your eyes," he said again, his tone demanded no disobedient from me.
I had no idea why, but I obeyed him. He had that commanding power within his voice I found difficult to disobey.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and gazed up at him. He was staring down at me, his face hard and dark, a mask of a male beauty. Then I knew he wanted me to look at his private beast or else he wasn't going to do what I wanted most.
I swallowed at this realization. Slowly, I drifted my eyes down. The moment I sight his huge cock, I felt my breath was snatched away from me.
It was so large and hard, sticking out like a steel pole, ready to pound into me.
I licked my lip as my body shook uncontrollably.
James licked my cheek erotically, and I shivered deliciously.
"Say fuck me, James," he instructed. "Say I want your huge cock inside me."
Again, my body shook at his instruction. It was as if him commanding me to do things that was embarrassing for me, that was against my will, was a turned on for me. It was as if me saying those naughty words increased and intensified my desire for him even more. How did that work? Was I one of those submissive girls who liked to get fucked by a dominant male? Was I one of those naughty girls who I had never thought I was until now? Until James showed me that I was?
Chapter 11
Mia
I swallowed and said softly, my voice barely above a whisper, "Please fuck me, James."
Oh God, those words thrilled me. The moment I uttered those words, my cored burnt hot and tightened with needs and anticipation, and my whole body shuddered in a frenzy of heat.
I couldn't help myself. I repeated, this time a little louder and more confident, "Please, James. Please... fuck me."
I took a deep breath. Oh God! My body was aching. My pussy pulsed in anticipation of his huge cock. It was crying, begging to be ravished.
I licked my lip again and said softly, my heart racing, "I want your huge cock inside me, James. Please fuck me."
James smiled darkly and arrogantly, as if he were pleased with my obedience, pleased with the way I begged him, pleased that I was utterly at his mercy, under his power.
"That's my girl," he said tenderly. He kissed me on the forehead gently, as if to reward me for my submission. My body squirmed in ecstasy and my heart glowed with happiness, delighted he was pleased with me.
Then he drove his erected man root into me in one powerful force, smoothly slid into my wet and eager pussy.
I gasped at the instant contact and then sighed in satisfaction as he filled me. I felt completed and wonderful, as if it was meant to be. Then he started moving inside me, slowly at first and then faster.
"Eee..." My whole body shook at his movement, at his poundings in and out of me.
I gritted my teeth. Oh God! He was fucking me. He really was fucking me hard out. Coldly and distant, he was fucking me. His man root driving into me, each pounding rough and hard, screwing into me. Each pounding piercing deep into me and making my body shudder with ecstasy.
But I wanted more than that. What I wanted was him as a whole. Not just his fucking. I wanted James Maxwell. I wanted to feel his naked body against me as he made love to me. I want to touch him. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to smell him.
Oh, I could smell him all right. He was there, so James Maxwell, lingering there just above me, enticing me, which only made me wanted to taste and touch him even more.
Oh god! I wanted so badly to touch and taste him that I wanted to cry out in agony.
I didn't just want his cock connected to me, deep inside me. I wanted the whole of him. The blasted billionaire, however, wouldn't let me. He was still fully clothed in his three-piece suit--sleek, powerful, and handsome--as he thrust in and out of me.
His hand was imprisoning my wrists above my head and preventing me from ever escaping was getting tighter. He himself was just above me, just out of my reached. That only made me wanted him even more as he made me danced below him, my body erotically moving up and down at his every single pounding he thrust into me.
Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. My whole body was both in ecstasy and agony. I wanted James Maxwell. And I wanted him now.
"James..." I begged. "James..."
Still, he ignored my beseeching as he continued to pound into me whilst his eyes staring down at me, the Prussian blue color flickering with firework.
Suddenly he said softly, "There's my good girl."
That was when he increased his thrusting, the movement faster and each one in turn was harder than the previous.
Suddenly, I cried. I was upset because I couldn't touch him. I was in agony because I couldn't have him whole. I wanted James Maxwell naked and against me, our bodies touching. I wanted him to kiss me passionately, his tongue wreaking havoc within my mouth while he fucked me. That was what I wanted. That was what I craved. So much so that my body ached in torture, and thus, I cried.
"Cry for me, sweetheart," James said, his voice dark and demanding. "Cry for me, Mia."
Oh God! I was going to die. I knew I was going to die. I couldn't speak. My whole body was tense, and I was mindless. All I could feel was James driving in and out of me, fast and furious.
"Mmm..." I groaned. "Ahh..." My body shuddered and shook as I gazed up at him, my eyes blinded with tears. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I wanted to hold on to him as he fucked me. But I couldn't. He wouldn't let me. He imprisoned me, preventing from doing so as he taunted me with
his expert pounding, driving my pussy insane and seducing me into wanting more of him.
"That's my girl," he said calmly, pleased.
I cried. I really did cry as he fucked me hard out, he on top of me still fully clothed, me totally bare beneath him. I felt vulnerable and weak. I was at his mercy as I begged him for more. He was in the dominant position and I the submissive. He made me want him that badly; it was driving me insane. And yes, he was the one in control, the one who would either reward me or reject me coldly according to his pleasure.
"James..." I sobbed and groaned at the same time, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Oh... James..."
He lowered his head and his face was touching mine. I could feel the warmness of his breath on my skin. There, he erotically licked the tears from my cheek. Then he moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "Say fuck me harder, James."
My whole body shuddered in delicious rapture at his instruction. I shut my eyes as more tears rolled down my cheeks. How could I follow his instruction when I was like this? My body moving in a frantic pace as he fuck my pussy hard out and my mind was in a muddle of a mess?
"Say fuck me harder, James." He coldly instructed again, his hand tighter around my wrists. It was punishment for not following his command immediately.
I gritted my teeth as his poundings screwed right to the deepest part of me. I continued to groan out my sexual cry as he coldly demanded again, "Say fuck me harder, James." He tightened his iron-like grip on my wrist again, commanding me to obey his erotic coaching.
I felt pain surged through me from my wrist. I groaned as that pain collided with the pleasure erupting within my being, tearing at my emotions and made me wanted to scream out both in agony and pleasure. I was utterly breathless and dizzy as the world spun around me like crazy.
Oh God! What was this? Everything... James ruthlessly fucking me, James uncaringly punishing me, James coldly commanding me to say naughty things... Oh God! The pleasure... The pain... The agony... The feelings of not being fulfilled... Everything was just so powerfully overwhelming that I had no idea where I was. Where was I? Was I even still on earth? Was I even still alive?
Oh God! All I knew was that I was with James Maxwell. That he was fucking me hard out, that my body was in both agony and pleasure. That my body was enjoying this. My body wanted this. That I was enjoying this. That I wanted this. That I never wanted this to end. That I wanted James Maxwell. That I loved James Maxwell.