Chapter 15
Eavan’s legs fall open as I drag my knuckles from her knee toward her upper thigh—her already short dress pushed up to her hips leaves very little to the imagination.
Upon reaching the apex of her thighs, a pleased groan rumbles in my chest. I brush across the lacy fabric covering her pussy and run my fingertips against the thin material, tracing the length of her slit and pressing it lightly into the warmth radiating at her center. “Do you like these panties, princess?”
“What?” she murmurs when my question catches her off-guard, only to get her answer as I shove my fingers through the delicate material—shredding it as I rip them from her body .
“Enz—” I cut her admonishment short when I plunge two fingers inside her, “oooh.”
Her arousal coats my digits as I thrust and curl them relentlessly inside her, demanding an orgasm from her.
She spasms around my fingers, and I know she’s teetering at the edge.
I slide my fingers from her and listen to her displeased grumble as I lift them to my mouth.
Slipping one between my lips, I suck the sweet, tangy taste of her from it with a delighted moan.
“Is that how you’re supposed to answer me?
” I ask, pressing my other arousal-coated digit between her lips.
With my finger massaging her tongue, she’s unable to answer.
Mercilessly, I press it deeper, I make her swallow me down to the knuckle before pulling back enough to allow her to speak.
“No,” she hoarsely guffs.
“No, what , princess?”
Staring up at me with defiance in her eyes and struggling to hold back the wicked smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth, she brats, “No. It’s not.”
My jaw tightens, and I roughly cup her chin, demanding her attention. “Are you sure you want to play this game?” I gravelly whisper, loosening the knot of my tie. “Because Daddy’s feeling generous if you want to change your answer.”
Her insolence unwavering, she obnoxiously rolls her eyes. “No. It’s not how I’m supposed to answer you.”
Having given her enough chances, I yank my tie over my head and grab both her wrists as I climb over her.
She struggles beneath me as I pin her to the cushions we’re lying on.
Straddling her waist, I slip the noose over her hands, cinch it tightly around her wrists, and tie a quick knot around the metal spindle at the balcony’s edge.
Eavan struggles against the binding—further tightening the knots—as my fingers dust down her arms to the tantalizing cleavage at the neckline of her dress.
Dipping my fingers beneath it, I fist the seam with both hands and quickly tear it in two down the front until her cute little black dress is nothing more than a tattered scrap of fabric, leaving her bound and naked beneath me with a shocked gasp flying over her lips.
Her mouth gapes, and before she has a moment to wield that bratty tongue of hers, I climb from her and roughly roll her onto her stomach.
My palm connects with her curvaceous ass and a beautiful, startled yelp tumbles out of her.
“Is this what you need, princess?” I ask, pinkening her pale skin with another firm swat of my hand.
I swing again, my palm radiating as I leave my print on her.
“Are you bratting for my attention or my mark? Is it because you’re afraid you won’t get either after tonight? ”
I spank her again, hard enough to sting but not enough to leave a second handprint.
After rubbing over the warm, pink skin of her ass, I lean over her and press my lips to the back of her neck.
“You’ll get both.” I sweep her hair back from where it’s hanging over her face.
“I’ll bend your perfect little ass over the kitchen counter and paint it red if I think you need it,” I rasp before pressing my lips to the shell of her ear.
“I will spend the rest of the night ensuring you can’t sit tomorrow if you need me to.
But I’d much rather spend it making sure you can’t walk. ”
She swallows hard, her gulp audible. I place a soft kiss just below her earlobe before pushing myself back up to my knees.
My palm slides along the length of her spine and over the swell of her ass, settling atop the lone handprint I left on her and roughly squeezing it.
“Your choice, princess. Are you done being a brat?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her breathy response is soft and timid, laced with emotion over the elephant in the room. We haven’t discussed how or when we’re going to break the news to Cian—or what we’re going to tell him—leaving us both a bit anxious about tomorrow.
“That’s my good girl.” I hastily undo the buttons of my shirt and carefully toss it beyond the surrounding candles.
I unfasten my belt and zipper with the same urgency, splaying my pants just enough to pull my cock free.
Spitting into my hand, I quickly smear it over my tip and drive the entirety of me into her—guttural cries billowing from both of us.
I pull out before plowing into her from behind, her generous ass softens the harsh blows of my hips.
She cries out in pleasure with every deep, demanding thrust, hurdling her toward her release.
I drive into her, burying myself to the hilt as her orgasm explodes through her.
“Yes! Daddy!” she breathlessly screams, her nails digging into the cushions beneath her.
“Shhhh, princess.” I urge, slowing to long, languid thrusts.
“We wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you and find out what a naughty girl you are.
No one else needs to know how much you like all the dirty things Daddy is doing to you.
” With my chest pressed to her back, I kiss her neck and shoulders.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I ease her face from the soft cushions, forcing a beautiful dip of her spine.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I turn her face over her shoulder, and sloppily kiss her, my tongue dragging along her jaw as I make my way to her neck.
Licking and sucking along its length, I pause to feel the thuddy beat of her pulse against my tongue, before continuing over her shoulder.
She moans and lifts her ass into me as I kiss down her spine, slowly pulling out of her as my lips inch lower.
“You wear my handprint so well.” I pepper the words against the fingertips of the deep red mark I left behind.
Nudging her legs wider, I press my face against the back of her thighs and lap at the sweet nectar dripping from her.
I feast on her until she’s a writhing mess—my cock growing more rigid with every orgasm she has on my tongue.
I manage—with a struggle—to rid myself of my pants and boxer briefs.
And when I carefully roll her over, her hips lift to meet me when I sink back into her.
“Such a needy little pussy,” I teasingly groan, taking her with long, deep strokes.
She’s so sensitive that her body reacts to my every thrust. Sweat beads along her hairline and upper lip.
I lick the saltiness from above her mouth and crash my lips against hers.
Kissing her until we’re both breathless, I pull back with a groan. “Fuck, I could fill you right now…”