Chapter 22 #2
I scraped my teeth over her soft lips and her insecurities, I gripped her neck tighter to steal at her breath and anger toward me, and snaked my arm around her waist like it was her soul because I wanted to capture it and keep it for myself.
Her legs wrapped around me, and her body balanced on only that small railing as if she trusted me much more than she said she did.
She had to know I never considered actually getting rid of her.
She was fucking imprinted on me from the moment I saw her.
My hand left her neck to bury into her curls and pull so I could tip her head up and get more of her.
I wanted it all. Every part of her open to me.
I stepped even closer, making her legs spread further apart, and then I kissed down her neck as I told her, “You’re driving me mad.
I told you I’d kill someone for looking at you. ”
She shook her head like I was ridiculous, but her hands were at my leather jacket, pulling me closer. “Not Archer. He’s your security and my friend. That’s silly, Jameson.”
“He won’t be anything if he dances with you again.
” It wasn’t an exaggeration either as I smelled his jacket on her instead of her own scent.
I kept hold of her waist as I pulled the switchblade I carried with me from my pocket.
“His jacket on your shoulders should be a damn death sentence.” I cut the buttoned area from her stomach.
“Next time I’ll use this on his neck and not his jacket if he touches you, Mia. I swear it. And you know why that is?”
“Why?”
“Because I think of you day and night. All the damn time. No matter how hard I try not to … because you’re mine now … and everyone in this city knows not to touch what’s mine.”
I balled the suit jacket up enough behind her back that it slid from her shoulders, and we both watched as I threw the fabric over the edge and it landed in a pile on the road below.
Then, I slid the knife up to her neck and held it there, because I wanted her under my complete control for just a second, just a moment of her submitting to me rather than her controlling my every thought. “Say you understand.”
She held my gaze in defiance, but her eyes had softened with my confession.
She bit her lip and spread her legs further, so much that her dress bunched around her ass and I felt her wet panties soaking through my jeans.
“Slit my throat and throw me over, fuck me, or let me go, Jameson. Your choice if I’m yours, right?
But I will not be telling you I understand the reasoning behind you not trusting your men. ”
“You’d let me fuck you with a knife to your throat, Mia?”
Her eyes had turned hazy with lust, and she shook her head. “I shouldn’t want you, but I can’t stop thinking about how I do.” She unzipped my black jeans and pulled my cock from them to stroke it. Her gaze was serious as she murmured, “Plus, if you wanted me dead, I would already be.”
“You’re drunk.” Someone had to be the responsible one and stop how far this was going.
“Am I though? Three shots over three hours’ time isn’t enough to make my inhibitions disappear. You drink before you sped over here?” She kept her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it to get all the answers from me she wanted.
“I could have been black-out wasted and I’d still have sped over here to stop you from dancing with another man. I told you not to make me come drag you home at midnight because you’re too busy dancing with men you think are princes.”
“I said I wanted a knight.” She smirked at me. “Glad you could deliver on that.”
“I’ll deliver killing a man too, Mia. You’re pushing me too far.”
“Too far for an employee?” She lifted a brow.
“Fuck me.” I groaned. “That’s all you should be.
But you’re not. You’re upending what I thought I should be for my daughter, what I thought I should be for a woman, and what I thought I should be for myself.
I’m not a good man, Mia. I won’t commit to you, won’t treat you well, and will put a lot before you.
” I swallowed down the fear that I was starting to feel that she might not accept it.
“Who’s saying I’m asking for that?”
“You should be asking for it all.”
“Because I’m a ‘darling teacher’? What if I told you I didn’t want to be? What if I told you I just wanted this between us right now? I’m on birth control and get tested.” She pumped my cock hard, and I growled at her words.
“You’re tempting a man that isn’t used to restraint.”
“Show me, then.”
“I’m not a good enough man to stop you, Mia.”
“I’m not asking you to.” She inched closer, and then she murmured that she just wanted the tip. “I just want to feel you. Nothing more.”
“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing.”
“Isn’t that what we do? Play dangerous games and hope to win.”
She nudged my cock into her entrance, and I let her. I wasn’t proud of it, but it didn’t matter. I was under her control, not mine anymore, even as I ground my teeth together and tried to hold back. “Only the tip, Darling,” I told her.
A victorious smile whipped across her face as she played with the head of my cock for another few seconds before shifting forward to guide me into her entrance.
The heat of her body on mine, the silk of her pussy sliding over me, and the feeling of her tight cunt enveloping the head of my cock was enough to push me over the edge.
I groaned into her neck. “Fuck, baby. You’re tight. ”
She wiggled to adjust and then moved down on my shaft fast, trying to take more of me. I hissed at her attempt to fuck me, to ride my cock the way I wanted her to, and it took everything for me to not grip her hips and roughly take her.
With another woman, I would have.
With anyone but the woman who owned me.
It was barely half of my cock inside her, but she gasped, and I saw how she realized that she hadn’t taken nearly as much as she thought she had. I growled into her ear, “Just the tip, huh?”
She glanced up at me, and the blush on her cheeks made me want to see it everywhere.
It took all I had to pull out of her, but I did.
I needed the control back, needed my sanity intact too.
I yanked her off the railing to whip her around, then I bent her over the iron and lifted her dress.
“You’re a terrible listener for a teacher, Ms. Darling. ”
She wiggled on the railing and looked back at me, whining, “It was still just the tip, Jameson. You’re bigger than I’ve ever taken, so …”
“Just the tip or not, darling Mia, you’ve earned this punishment. Now, be a good little darling and take it.”
She didn’t have a thing to say to that. She moaned and rolled her hips into my hand as I massaged her ass cheek before I smacked it. Over and over. I loved hearing her gasp and then moan. Gasp and moan.
Her pussy was dripping, soaking, swelling just for me.
She wanted my cock enough to whimper and beg for it.
But first, Mia Darling had to understand who she could dance with, who she would listen to, and who would punish her.
She was looking out at the city lights, but I needed her.
“Everyone can see you up here getting spanked, Mia. They can see that I own you, and they don’t care. You know why?”
She was panting as she turned to glance back at me, her eyes hazy with lust.
“Because I own this city and everyone in it, including you.”
She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe it, as if she refused.
Her thong was still pushed to the side, and I couldn’t resist anymore. I slid my middle finger in and curled it enough that I hit the most sensitive spot right away. Fuck, her pussy was flawless. Immediately, she almost bucked over the railing, but my grip on her hips was firm.
I slid another finger in, wanting to feel her clench down around me.
She whimpered at the pressure. And I groaned, “So tight. And so wet. You know how pretty and perfect this pussy looks right now, Mia? Like it was made for me. I should fuck you here, huh? Make you scream how much you love only me inside you.”
She still tried to fight me with another shake of her head. “Only you now. I can have someone else later.”
Fuck that. I gripped her hair so that her back arched and her ass was more on display before I leaned over her and told her, “I’ll punish you until you understand that.
And you won’t even mind. You know why? You like getting punished …
You like it all. Me watching you, me working this pussy over a railing, and me owning you.
Not a good little darling at all, but fucking bad. Just the way I like it.”