15. Cute Pervert
CUTE PERVERT
CHELSEA
I didn’t have much patience because by the size of the tent on his pants, I knew he was big. And I wanted—no, needed to taste him.
My words had definitely surprised him by the look on his face. I licked my lips, feeling myself getting wetter with each passing second.
“I already told you, Princess,” he started, his intense eyes pinned on me. “Greedy girls don’t get?—”
I leaned close, gliding my hands over his pants and batting my lashes at him. “Please, Daddy?” I asked, flickering my gaze to his crotch.
Even if I wasn’t confident of my other skills, I knew how to suck a dick. He had made me orgasm like never before, and I wanted to return the favor.
“You are trouble,” he said and cupped my cheek. I was surprised when his eyes softened. “Aren’t you tired, pretty girl?”
Well, when he said that, my body had the worst timing ever, making me yawn.
His eyes crinkled with humor when I pouted, eyeing his bulge. “But I want to suck you off,” I was whining like someone had stolen my favorite candy. “Let me make you?—”
He stopped my hands from reaching for his zipper and kissed my knuckles, making me blush. “You don’t have to perform for me, Princess,” he said, standing up and lifting me in his arms. My eyes widened, hands wrapping around his neck as he made his way out of the study and upstairs.
“I can suck you off?—”
“ Shh ,” he sent me a playful glare. “I don’t want to hear you talk about sucking any more.”
I bit his neck gently as a retort, making him chuckle, and said, “But it must be so hard to walk with a boner. What about a quick handy, Daddy?”
I swayed my legs, relishing in his strength as my heels dangled from my feet. I almost came when he shifted to hold me in one arm, cupping my thighs, and opening the door to the main bedroom with the other hand.
“If you want to be a bad girl, you can watch me jerk off to your pretty body, yeah?”
He threw me on the bed as if I was a sack of potatoes. His eyes glittered in the dark and I held my breath, anticipating his large frame pressing down on me. It had been a while since I had sex, but I had never craved it like this . My entire body was burning with need and desire. Just for him.
Instead, Sean turned on the dim lights of his nightstand and my lips parted when I found him removing his shirt. I watched each flex of his muscles on the back, eyeing the dimples on his lower back, and licked my lips.
His ass looked perfect in the tight slacks.
“ Cute .” My eyes snapped at his face and found him watching me over his shoulder. “Didn’t know I own a cute pervert.”
I blushed under his playful gaze and looked away. His room was manly with dark colors and sleek furnishings and plain white bedding. The duvet was cold under my touch.
I was going to stand up when he stopped me. He was still wearing his pants (boo), but his zipper was undone and I could see the bulge covered in black boxers (yum).
My heart rate increased when he kneeled in front of me and took my feet, still clad in heels on his thigh, and gently removed the strap. My hands clenched over the duvet, feeling clammy and hot, as Sean held my leg like it was made of gold.
He sighed and shook his head at the pinkish indents on my skin. The heels were provided by the club and they were tight and uncomfortable. His thumb dug into my skin, massaging the soreness, and making me exhale sharply.
“ Tsk ,” he said, looking up at me. “You’re not wearing these again. Look how red it made your skin. I’ll get you more comfortable heels.”
Sean was so odd. It made me feel scared.
Why would he care about some cheap heels I was made to wear for the auction when he was still hard as a rock?
I knew he wanted me. He bought me for three freaking million dollars, and instead of having sex with me, all he did was feed me at an expensive restaurant, made me crawl, spanked me, and then made me cum on his lap.
Even though the humiliation of licking my cum from his pants was hot, he didn’t degrade or belittle me. He made sure I was comfortable and kept his promise to keep me safe when I was with him.
He was still going on about how bad cheap footwear was while massaging my feet with his large hands.
“What do you want?” I asked him, my voice barely audible in the quiescence of his room.
“ Hm? ” He looked up and hugged my legs, my skin pressing against his warm chest. He shouldn’t have looked so adorable with his chin propping on my lap. But damn it, he did. How could he turn me on with feet massage and dare to act so cute? It was confusing. “What I want?”
He cocked his head. “I want you to take a warm shower with me and then cuddle me,” he said, sincerity lacing his voice.
I swallowed. He was definitely playing with me. No man was this sincere.
“What about sex?”
He frowned as if I had asked him if he liked fish and chips. “Sex?” He stood up and ruffled my hair. “Where did that come from? I didn’t bring you here to have sex, Princess.”
“Then what did you bring me for?” I scowled. “Why did you spend three million on me?”
Sean removed his pants and even though I was distracted by the sight of his powerful thighs and the flex of his ass in boxers, I stood my ground. My feet felt much better lying flat on the cool floor.
He sighed and looked at me. “Does it matter? You don’t have to worry about?—”
I crossed my arms. “What if I want to have sex?”
Sean walked up to me, standing across me, his chest bare and heat radiating off of his half-naked body. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders that he hid underneath his perfectly tailored, expensive suit.
I felt naked standing in front of him and wearing the dress he had sent me.
“You…” he trailed off, curling his index finger over a lock of my hair before continuing, “You make it so hard for me to control myself.”
I gulped and relaxed my arms, stepping closer, our feet touching. “Then don’t, Daddy.”
His eyes darkened, his fingers gently tugging at the lock of my hair. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Princess.”
“Then tell me— no ,” I shook my head. “Show me, Daddy.”
Sean closed his eyes as if he was contemplating something. I didn’t want to lose the opportunity, so I started removing the dress.
“What are you doing?” He asked me, his tone full of bewilderment.
“I’m getting naked,” I replied to him, reaching my hands back to remove the dress. But it was tight, and the assistant had helped me wear it in the club, so I fumbled around, twisting my body to find the zipper.
Sean chuckled, his voice soft. “Quit flailing around.” His hands tugged over the hem. “Let me help you out.”
I relaxed and accepted his help. He removed the dress in one tug, my hair falling around my shoulders. I blushed and quickly covered my breasts.
“Sorry,” I said, my voice small. “I know they are sma?—”
“Perfect,” Sean said, his eyes slowly raking over my body, and I swear I saw his cock twitch underneath his boxers. “You have a sexy body, Princess.”