Chapter Fifteen
DADDY’S HOME
LYRIC
“ W assup?” Tucking my feet beneath me on the sofa, I ask as if I couldn’t care less. Which is kinda true. There are rumors are swirling around our relationship. Some reports are that the attack was an inside job from the palace. My heart chilled as I read blog after salacious blog stating all the reasons why their most benevolent prince would be well rid of the American usurper.
If there was anything left of my heart to shatter about the betrayal, I would have expired from all the reports.
I can’t stifle the sigh as I wait for his response. His gaze sharpens as he expels his exasperation in a similar manner.
“You will not be going back to volunteer with the earthquake survivors.” He’s standing as I sit, but why does it feel like he’s looking down his nose at me?
“Why?” I demand, adding as I stand to face him, though he still towers over me. “Why am I being punished by someone else’s actions?”
“Your little publicity stunt cost the lives of my men,” he snaps.
My face heats like he’s slapped me. “First of all, it was the queen’s idea. I kept going because I wanted to help people.” I leave out the fact that it was the first thing that I’ve found purpose in outside of being Ayaan’s mom in a long, long while. Performing is my gift, but reaching out and helping the people devastated by this tragedy gave me such an amazing feeling. It’s not for myself but for others that had me going out there every day. It truly made me happy and I think he knew that and for that reason alone wants to take it from me.
“Sure Empress, I saw the social media posts you have your little fan girls posting — Princess Of The People, is it?” He scoff of disdain making his face harden to an almost blank mask.
“What? You’re scared they may like me more than you?” I quip, trying not to let his cruel assertions further mar the work I’ve done.
“Oh no,” he huffs, “I have no fear of that little diva. You need all the help you can get.”
“You sound like a jealous little bitch, Hassan. Why don’t you go back to whatever euro-trash flavor of the week you have waiting for you in your flat in Marrakesh, or is it Rabat? Casablanca?” I shrug, unbothered. “Thank them for me, won’t you? I’m tired of the mediocrity, tink.” Forcing a fake giggle, I flounce away.
Hard fingers curl around my arm, snapping me back to his chest.
“Mediocre, huh?” he growls down at me. “Seems like you need a reminder of how hard I make you come.”
I shiver. Immediately my need to save myself from ruination at his hands kicks in. Swinging wildly, I catch the side of his head.
“Motherfucker—” he swears loudly. I pause all of two seconds, my eyes rounding at the way his ear reddens. I don’t wait, I peel off in the direction of my — our bedroom.
Just as I slam shut, I see his face full of malicious determination charging towards me.
Heart thudding, I back up, anticipating the chaos about to ensure.
No sooner than I clear the door does it come flying off the hinges.
“Are you fucking insane?” I scream as he stalks toward me.
‘Yes. Yes, the fuck I am wife . ” His strides eat up the distance. He doesn’t stop, only stoops to pick me up, tossing me on the bed.
“It’s time you learn how to be a proper wife.” He settles on the bed, dragging me over his lap.
“You’re like a fucking child in need of constant discipline.” He growls, pulling my kaftan up over my hips and off my body. Cool air touches my bare bottom.
“No panties?” I can feel the heaviness of his dick pressing against my abdomen as I lay over his lap.
“It’s too warm.” I mumble, feeling heavy hands caress my bottom.
“Huh? Makes things easier. Fuck. You’ve been walking around all this time like this?” He muses, his voice deepening to an almost primitive gutturalness.
I don’t give him the satisfaction of a reply.
“Let’s commence with you discipline, shall we?” He’s all business. I’m not so sure I like that.
“Ha—” my words break from me as he begins his punishment with a ruthless determination, giving me no reprieve.
“We. Don’t. Hit.” He says with finishing smacks after what seems like an eon. “Say it.”
“We don’t hit.” I hiccup around the pressure in my chest built up trying to keep from sobbing, or goodness forbid begging him to stop.
“Good girl.” He whispers, rubbing my sore bottom.
“Let me go.” I try to squirm off his lap. My anger spiking from being brought so low.
“Pulling me around so that I’m facing him, he makes me meet his fierce gaze.
“Never.” He gives me a little shake. “Never. Do you understand that, Lyric? I will never let you go.”
“Why?” I all but sob. Squeezing my hands into fists so I don’t give into the desire — no need to cobble his ass. I look him dead in his eyes,”Y-you don’t even want me. You never have not since that night.”
Silence falls between us, thick and heavy. I watch his eyes darken, raking in as much of me as he can see.
“Now, wife, who was the one dead set on breaking this family up? I lay with you every night until I discovered your treachery. I stayed away because I knew the moment I was within five feet of you I’d want to taste you, be buried so deep inside you that you wouldn’t know where you ended and I began.” He shifts me then so can feel the evidence of his desire.
“I see you still need convincing,” he murmurs, pushing me up as he slides down until I’m straddling his face.
“I’ve dreamed about this, Lyric,” he whispers against. “Damn, your pussy glistening. I see spanking your ass has added benefits.”
“Ohmygoodness,” I moan, my toes curl as his tongue traces my contours. He dips his tongue deep, lapping my cream before gently sucking one lip, then the other into his mouth.
Wiggling away from the intensity, I come up against the strength of his hands holding me in place.
“Uh-uh, take this tongue lashing like the little diva you try to be,” he admonishes right before he tongues and sucks on my clit with deliberation and perfection.
Slowly, I start rocking against him, rubbing my pussy against his face. Gripping my hips, he keeps me steady, making me take every delicious lick of his tormenting tongue.
“H-Hassan,” I keen, fucking against his mouth as his tongue fucks deep into my pussy. Stars dance behind my eyes. His growl in response sends me over the edge. Clamping down on my errant hips, he makes me take everything he gives. My pussy clenches. Grabbing the headboard, I fuck his face in abandon.
My heart thuds like I’ve been in a marathon. It’s been weeks, but it feels very much like that first time.
I’m jello as I slip down to the bed beside him.
He wipes his face, sucking his wet fingers into his mouth. “No more about me not wanting you.” His gaze is steady, but the shadows remain.
I want to tell him so bad — make him understand, but I can’t betray Fi like that. I don’t know what to say and from the way his expression closes, I know I’m not giving him the answer he needs.
After a tense moment, he moves to leave.
“Hassan.” I choke out, grabbing his arm. His trouble gaze meets him.
“I don’t want to leave. I want Ayaan to have a family.” I say, managing to keep the dregs of my pride.
In one swift moment, he crowds me, pushing me into the mattress. “Promise me.” He demands.
Meeting his gaze, I give my word. “I promise.”
“Promise me you won’t try to leave and take Ayaan away from me.” Pressing his forehead against mine.
“I vow it.” Drowning in the vulnerability I’ve never seen in him, I promise. It’s even easier when he kisses me like I give him life. I wait for the last moment to close my eyes, not wanting to miss this moment.
He drinks me in with the same intensity. Pulling back, he bites his lip, his stare now marked with a little cruelty.
I making up for what I missed, what I was forced to deny myself.
He rips his shirt off, tossing it off the side of the bed, his muscles ripping with every movement. He looks like he’s been working in the sun. The only sign of his hard days laboring with the rescue teams are the concave dips to his belly and the harden tendons of his arms, with the veins sticking out in sharp relief.
Shifting, he removes the rest of his clothes. His massive dick rises hard and strong against his tight abs.
Leaning forward, I dip my head, taking the glistening tip into my mouth.
“Damn, jameela, you do that so good.” He thrusts into my mouth, making me take him deeper. Long tampered fingers smooth down the line of my back as he fucks into my mouth.
‘Cease,” he commands. “When I come, it will be in your tight, juicy pussy. Lie back, little diva.”
I do a little primly still not used to this type of intimacy.
“Let me see that pretty ass pussy, lil’mama,” he growls.
His stare stalks over me like a lion tracking a gazelle as I do as he bids.
“Open that motherfucker, Ma.” Another command, another acquiesce.
Leaning forward, he braces his forearm, positioning himself at my entrance.
“So soft, so wet,” He murmurs, his eyes trained on where we meet.
Rubbing the heavy head of his dick against my sensitive flesh, he teases me until I’m aching to get closer to the feeling he’s evoking.
“Please.” Reaching out, I try to draw him closer. Grabbing my hand he kisses my knuckles then opens my hand licking my palm. “How prettily my wife begs.”
A wicked gleam lights his eyes as he places my hand on his straining dick.
“Put me where you want me, wife,” our gazes tangle. I see the way his jaw ticks, not knowing if it’s from the emotion I see in his eyes that he dare not share. I’m much the same way. Taking the easy way instead of meeting the challenge I see in those beautiful depths I look between us seeing how wet I’ve made him, the glossy head of his dick pearls as I pump it.
Opening wider I place him at my entrance pressing up to take him inside.
“Fuck,” he groans, driving in a little, stretching me. “Still so tight, Lyric?”
Nodding, I bite my lip then lick away the sting, anxious to please him. “I’m good.” I promise not wanting him to stop.
“You ready?” I know he can tell how wet I am for him, but I know he wants my words. Knowing he needs this reassurance because he thinks I was repudiating all of him with the attempted escape Fi orchestrated, I give him the words he needs. “Always for you, husband.”
A wild grin spreads across his face. He shifts back, then drives inside of me — deep.
Whimpering, I take all of him without complaint. His dick is a steel rod pressing with relentless determination. My muscle strain to resist despite all he’s done to get me ready.
‘Damn, baby, she choking me like she’s mad I stayed away.” He stills, pressing his forehead against mine once he’s buried so deep I feel him in my right beneath my heart.
“So fucking good.” his mouth covers mine. I can’t help but agree while he drinks my lips in. His tongue dips into my mouth, tasting me and giving me access to the firmness of his. Sinking into the pleasure he’s evoking with his mouth and the very deliberateness of his firm fingers working between us, I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me. Wrapping my legs around him, I feel him go deeper, smiling when he shudders.
Drawing back, his gaze never leaves mine as he starts fucking me like it’s his ministry.
“Ohmygoodness.” Eyes fluttering when he rolls his hips, I try to lose myself in the sensation, not wanting to meet his fierce gaze.
“Husband,” he demands, fucking so hard that my teeth click. “Tell your husband how good I’m making you feel, wife. Drawing my leg higher, he angles deep, hitting my deepest spot. “Say it” he grits.” Making my legs shake.
“Husband, you make me feel so goo—” my words cut short when he hammers against my spot, shattering me, turning my last words into a keening cry as pleasure breaks around me.
Still thrusting, Hassan gives me no quarter. Grabbing the headboard, he drives into me.
“You’ve denied me too long, Lyric. I’m fucking you all night.” My hands slip down, feeling the way his ass flexes as his hips drive and roll into me.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, arching to meet him thrust for thrust. He doesn’t. He takes us higher, reaching the area I never knew existed.
Bodies slick, we glide against each other. My nipples graze his chest. Pleasure sparks through every aroused inch of my body, pushing me closer and closer. I almost fear the precipice he’s taking me to. My muscles squeeze around him spasmodically as another climax threatens. Adding pressure of my own, I finally meet his gaze again.
Darkened by desire and something more he eyes me with heavy purpose. “Come with me this time, babe.” I whisper, keeping my eyes on him.
Bending down, he covers my mouth again with a toe curling tantalizing kiss as his hips slam into me again, and again. Giving me no reprieve, he fucks me into another stratosphere. Flooding my pussy, he joins me with my name on his lips.
Rolling over, he pulls me on top of him, proving he’s a man of his word, starting all over again.