Chapter 15
Kian
Jesus, fuck.
I swear to God, this woman is a drug.
I should be taking a belt to her ass right now for lying to me. For not telling me she was hurting. Fuck. I could have really hurt her.
“Ohhh, Daddy,” she whines. “Please, please, please.”
Pleasure rips through me like a lightning strike, and I surge forward, my hips hitting her plump ass. Ace cries out loudly, the beautiful sound vibrating off the walls.
“Please, what, angel?” I ask, my heart pounding. It’s nearly impossible not to grab hold of her and rail her like a wild beast because my self-control is zip right now.
Her breaths come out harshly. “Please, fuck me, Daddy. Hard.”
Swallowing, I stare down at her face and then glance at the scar on her hip. “I don’t want to hurt you, Ace.”
She twists her upper body, the glitter in her hair sparkling as she moves her head. “I’m not going to break, Kian. I promise to tell you if it’s too much…” Her green eyes meet mine, and I swear, it’s like she’s pleading with me. “I need the pain.”
There’s something raw in the way she says it. Fuck. What happened to my girl? Who hurt her? Because whoever it was, I’m going to hunt them down and bury them in the desert floor where they fucking belong.
“You’ll tell me immediately if it becomes too much,” I growl, my hand fisted in her hair as I lean in, so we’re eye to eye. “I fucking mean it, Ace.”
Lips parted, she nods. “I promise, Daddy.”
Fuck.
I’m absolutely fucking powerless around this woman.
It’s a damn good thing this is a one-time fuck.
I still can’t believe I brought her to my house.
I’ve never brought a woman here. But the thought of fucking her in a hotel room again didn’t sit right.
I wanted her here. In my bed. It’s a feeling I’ve never had before, but now isn’t the time to think too deeply about it.
Not when I’m balls-deep in the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.
As I glance down at her ass crack, my cock throbs, and I slowly pull out, my cock coated with her arousal. With one hand gripping her hip, I use my other to smack her ass several times before I grab a fistful of hair at the back of her head and thrust in hard.
Ace screams, and I nearly come, but somehow, by a fucking miracle, I don’t. I pull back and fuck her again, loving her cries as she grips the edge of the counter.
“You’re such a needy little girl, aren’t you, angel? Your pussy is so fucking wet and desperate for my dick.”
She lets out a moan, and I close my eyes to soak in the sweet sound of her pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries, her pussy clenched like a vise around me.
I could spend the rest of my life buried in this pussy and die a happy man.
Tilting my head down, I spit on her asshole. She gasps, like she can’t believe I did that, then tenses as I press my finger to the tight little bud.
“Relax, angel. Daddy’s just going to play. I’m not going to fuck you there, not tonight.”
It comes out as if I’m planning to do it next time, but there isn’t supposed to be another time.
This is a quick and casual, mutually beneficial hook-up.
So why the fuck am I feeling like I might want to create some strings with Ace?
I have shit to do. A life. A career. Fuck, we have an entire empire to run. Getting involved with someone will complicate things, and that’s the last thing I need.
The longer I rub her tight hole with my thumb, the more she relaxes. I keep pumping into her cunt, long and hard thrusts, but not particularly fast. If I only have one more night with her, I’m going to make it one to remember for both of us.
Her cries get louder, and her pussy clenches, so I dip my finger into her ass and hold her hip with a bruising grip. “You’re so fucking close. I feel it. Such a good girl. Come for me, angel.”
Lifting her head from the granite countertop, she screams, her entire body shaking as I continue to fuck her through her climax. When her cries quiet, I slow, but I don’t stop.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Good fucking girl.”
She gasps for air, each time letting out a soft whimper while her pussy continues to spasm around me.
Stroking up her back with the hand that held her hip, I continue to circle and massage her asshole, the ring relaxing enough to allow me to dip my thumb in.
“You’re going to come again with me,” I tell her, fucking her a bit rougher.
I smack her ass and lean over, meeting her sparkling green eyes. Everything about Ace glitters.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, pumping in slow and deep.
Her expression changes for the briefest second, like she can’t believe what I just said. Then it’s gone in a flash, and she moans.
“Daddy.”
“I know, baby. I feel it, too,” I answer, though I think I’m talking about something totally different.
She rocks her hips and meets my thrusts, both of us losing control at the same time. I grip her hair and slide the other hand up her back, cupping the back of her neck in my left hand. As soon as I squeeze the sides of her throat, her pussy clamps down on me even tighter.
“Fuuuck,” I grit out. “That’s my girl. Come for me.”
Her entire body convulses as my own climax shoots through me like an explosion, my thighs shaking as I come deep inside her pussy.
I still for a second and then slide my palm down her spine, massaging her softly. She rests her full upper body on the counter, her lips tipped into a smile.
When I take a slow step away and pull out of her, she tries to rise, but I push her onto the counter. “Don’t move.”
Tucking my dick back into my underwear, I head over to a drawer full of towels and grab one, then go to the sink to get it wet. When I turn around, Ace is leaning against the kitchen island with her dress tugged back down, facing me.
Oh, this woman. She’s so fucking perfect. Sweet. Beautiful. And a fucking brat.
“What did I just say?” I walk toward her with a brow raised.
Swallowing, she watches me approach. “You said don’t move. I’m still in the same spot I was in.”
Maybe a bit more than just a brat.
When I take her by the wrist, her metal bangles clink together as I turn her to face the counter. “Angel, when I say don’t move, I mean don’t fucking move. You knew exactly what I meant. Bend over. Now.”
My softening cock twitches as she obeys, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
“I can clean myself up,” she says as I lift the hem of her dress. At least she didn’t replace her panties. I’ll be adding this pair to the first ones I saved.
Reaching over her, I grab the wooden spoon, and without giving her time to think about it, I swat her ass with it, twice on each cheek.
“Ow!” she cries out, kicking one of her feet out.
“Unless you use your safeword, I expect you to obey me whenever we’re together, angel. Who am I?”