Chapter Twenty-Five
Sadie
I regret my claim almost as soon as I make it.
James stares at me with a raw hunger I’ve never seen before.
Not just in him, but ever. No guy has ever looked at me like this, like they’ve been stripped of humanity, have felt nothing but starvation for centuries, and I’m a Thanksgiving feast. It’s more intimidating than exciting, if I’m honest.
That is, until he licks his lips and orders me to take off my clothes.
I haven’t been submissive in bed for years.
But James’s tone drags out every hidden good girl kink I’ve let gather dust in the back of my mind.
Tugging off my blouse, I toss it to the floor and wiggle out of the soft shorts I changed into as soon as I got home from work.
Thankfully, this time I’m prepared and wearing a sheer, matching lingerie set with golden flowers strategically stitched into the design.
I even switched out the hoop piercing in my belly button with a dainty gold flower piercing to match.
“Fuck,” James groans, providing me with a much needed shot of confidence.
I move to my knees and play with the bra straps. “These too?”
“Everything, Sadie. I want you bare and on your back.”
A shiver runs up my spine. After years of choosing safe guys, nice guys who care more about pleasing me than anything else, being at the mercy of James is a shot of adrenaline straight to the veins.
“Yes, sir.” I say it mostly as a joke, but the way James’s eyes narrow and his hands flex, I think I’ll be saying it again.
I don’t have the patience to make a show of stripping for him.
Slipping the straps down my arms, I reach back and unhook the bra, letting it fall to the bed.
James’s eyes rake over my bare chest. I lean back on the bed, sliding the thong off as I move.
It’s only been a week since I got waxed, so James gets an unobstructed view of my pussy as I let my legs fall apart.
That seems to cut the last strand of his restraint.
He climbs onto the bed, his hands finding my ankles and sliding up my legs as he moves closer.
Leaning down, he kisses inside my knee, then drags his nose up the inside of my thigh.
I’m practically shivering by the time his face is where I want him.
He pulls in a deep breath through his nose and groans.
“You’re surrounded by flowers all day, but I get the best smell of all.”
I pant but still manage to say, “That’s just bullshit guys say to get women in bed.”
“You’re already spread naked below me. Why would I lie?”
“No one actually thinks—” My sentence is lost to a gasping moan when he pulls me open and drags his tongue along my exposed slit. My hips rise to meet his mouth. He repositions his hand to hold me down. His lips latch around my clit, and he sucks hard, flicking with his tongue.
“Holy fuck!” I shout, grasping the pillow above my head as if it’ll keep me grounded.
I attempt to grind into his face, but he’s too strong, so I’m forced to remain still while he practically assaults me with licking, sucking, and biting.
His beard is abrasive against my inner thighs, but the scratch only heightens every other sensation.
Faster than I’m used to, I near release.
So, of course, James lifts his head, cruelly keeping my orgasm just out of reach.
He smirks at my whine and crawls up my body, trailing a path of goosebumps along my skin.
He flicks his tongue over the bellybutton piercing, then pauses at my breasts, where he admires the marks he left behind yesterday.
“Perfect,” he whispers, cupping my boobs in his hands and swiping the nipples with his thumbs. His eyes reach my face, and he adds, “All of you.” Then he’s kissing me, letting me taste myself on his tongue, and I’m drowning in the feel of him and the need for more.
Our tongues slide against each other, and he bites my top lip while one hand travels down between our bodies.
My hips jerk up when he cups my pussy, and I groan as he pushes two fingers into me at once.
He hisses into my mouth as if he’s the one being breached by fingers that feel much thicker than they should.
“I may embarrass myself when I’m finally inside of you,” he says. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
I rock into his hand, attempting to come up with a witty reply.
But my brain is mush right now, so all I manage is a whimper when he drags his fingers against my inner walls and slams our lips together again.
He works my pussy with his hand, pumping two fingers in and out of me and using his thumb on my clit, while continuing our kiss.
Once again, he drags me right to the edge, just to pull his hand away before I can tip over.
“Fuck you,” I groan.
“Ready to use your safe word already?” he teases.
“In your dreams.”
“I can assure you, nowhere in my dreams do you ever stop this.”
“In my dreams, I actually get to come.”
“Oh, Sadie, we’ve just gotten started.”
He’s right, and I worry I’ll be in tears before the night is over. He returns his hand to my pussy, fingers sliding easily inside. “You’re already so wet, maybe you don’t need to come at all.”
“James, I swear to God.”
“Why? He’s not the one with his fingers in your cunt.”
My glare disappears when his fingertips find my G-spot and he starts rubbing.
My eyes squeeze shut, and I moan and gasp, wondering if I sound like a porn star faking her pleasure.
But James either can tell this is all genuine or he doesn’t care, because he adds pressure both inside and against my clit, practically launching me toward release.
Then his fingers are gone.
“Goddamn it!” I scream.
He chuckles and sucks his fingers clean, a sight that makes my core tighten. “Please…”
“Please what?”
I raise my hips, searching for friction. “Let me come.”
“I thought you wanted sadism.”
“I thought you meant bondage or pain. You know, biting, spanking, that kind of thing.”
“Is that something you want?”
I shrug.
“Words, Sadie.”
“Yes, I want that.”
He smiles. “Good girl.” I practically melt under the words. But then he keeps talking and I want to slap him. “Next time. Right now, I want to hear how sweet you sound while you beg.” And he moves back down my body to lick up my arousal.
For what feels like hours but is probably only twenty minutes, he brings me to the edge over and over. Until finally, I’m chanting, “Please, please, please, James. Please, let me come.”
He kisses my inner thigh and says, almost to himself, “The prettiest song I’ve ever heard.
” Three fingers slam back inside, twisting to find the spot that makes me see stars.
He flattens his tongue against my clit, holding nothing back.
I expect him to stop at any second, but he doesn’t.
As I reach climax, he continues to lick and pump his fingers, the obscene sounds mixing with my cursing and moaning.
James works me through the orgasm, then pulls away while I go limp.
Eyes half open, I watch him climb off the bed.
He pulls a condom from his pocket, drops it on the bed, and starts shedding his clothes.
Amazed I have any energy at all, I prop myself onto my elbows to watch him get undressed.
Colorful tattoos fill his body, particularly his upper arms and chest, which are hairier than I had expected them to be.
But the look fits him, because James is a giant beast of a man.
The muscles in his thighs are perfectly sculpted, and I thank the universe for whoever created kickboxing as a sport.
Then he’s pushing down his briefs, freeing his hard cock, and my mouth waters. It’s not the thickest dick I’ve ever seen, but it might be the longest. I don’t have the mental capacity to guess at a length, but it’s enough to qualify him as a porn star or, better yet, a book boyfriend.
My thighs press together with anticipation, and he tugs on his dick, swiping a thumb over the tip.
“You doing okay? You look a little faint.”
Pulling my eyes from his cock, I meet his gaze and slowly drag my bottom lip between my teeth. “I have bigger toys,” I lie.
His eyebrows raise. “Is that so? And where are these toys?”
“Waiting to be taken out if you don’t get your ass over here and fuck me.”
He laughs, triggering a unique feeling of delight. That’s not a sound I’ve heard often, and I’m desperate to hear it again.
Although later. Right now, there are things I’d much rather be doing than making James laugh.
Twisting to my hands and knees, I crawl across the bed and pick up the condom.
Ripping it open, I pinch the tip and hold eye contact with the man about to fuck me as I roll it on.
His throat bobs as he swallows down a groan.
He can’t stop himself from thrusting into my hand when I give his cock a little squeeze, though.
With the condom fully on, I ask, “How do you want me, sir?”
“Fuck, Sadie.” He rubs a hand down his face, steadying himself. “There are so many ways I want you.”
“We have time,” I promise. “But right now?”
The hunger in his eyes resembles a different kind of yearning, and my heart stutters. But the look is gone before I’m able to dissect it further. Gripping the base of his dick, he says, “Stand up and turn around. Lean on the bed.”
Excitement sparks as I quickly obey, turning my back to him as I bend forward and press my forearms on the bed. Behind me, James grips my waist with one hand, then I feel the blunt head of his cock slide up my center.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yes, please.”
He requires no more begging. Without another word, he lines up with my entrance, going slowly at first as he pushes the head inside. But it’s not all the way in before he thrusts forward hard, burying himself completely into my cunt.
I gasp at the same time as he groans, “Fuck.” He pauses and whispers, “You okay?”
“You hear me saying my safe word? Fuck me already!”
“God fucking damnit, Sadie,” he curses. Still, he obeys, pulling out to slam back in.
I moan, gripping the sheets while he pounds into me, moans and curses and my name falling from his lips like raindrops.
Soon, he reaches around me to grab my tits, fingertips digging into the skin hard enough to leave bruises.
He pinches my nipples and I shudder, pussy tightening around his cock.
“Fuck yeah, just like that. You’re such a good girl.”
I’m a fan of dirty talk, but never has it sounded as good as it does coming from James’s mouth in that raspy, needy way. I swear, I could come from hearing him talk to me like that alone, without any physical stimulation.
But I don’t have to test that theory right now. James pulls me up until my back is flush against his front. The change of angle has me squeezing him harder, and he groans and bites my neck before kissing the same spot.
“You’re amazing,” he says. His hand travels down until two fingers slip between my lips and start rubbing my oversensitive clit.
I gasp and shudder, reaching back for something to hold onto.
My hand finds the back of his neck, and I don’t think about it as my nails dig into his skin.
The sensation makes James pump his hips even harder, and we’re both lost to the frenzy.
His teeth latch on my earlobe. Then he whispers, “Come on my cock, Sadie.”
Like the obedient slut I am, I do. The pulsing of my pussy is James’s undoing, and he finds his own climax soon after.
He thrusts a few more times, working both of us through our orgasms, before pulling out.
He kisses my shoulder once more, then let’s go of me to dispose of the condom.
I collapse onto my stomach, heaving out a stuttering breath.
When he returns, James climbs onto the bed and pulls me with him, effortlessly turning me so I’m curled into his side.
My hand lands on his chest, and I absently rub circles on his skin, playing with the curly hair.
“You feel okay?” he asks.
I smile, even though he can’t see my face. “Amazing.”
“Good. Because we will be doing that again.”
Wings beat in my stomach. Maybe the sensation should scare me, because I haven’t felt like this about a guy since Carson, but it doesn’t.
It feels right.
He feels right.