39. A Dream
A DREAM
CHELSEA
I finished writing the lines just in time. My chest heaving with deep breaths and inner thighs wet with arousal. The collar was like a symbol of ownership, but it also made me feel secure.
“Your handwriting is neat,” he said, hovering over the desk and going through the lines. Sean had donned his thin glasses, and he looked deliciously sinful. “Good girl.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, my voice breathless and sultry.
His eyes flickered to me, noting how flushed and turned on I was. Keeping the notepad on the desk, he leaned close, his forearms flexing with veins. Tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, he whispered, “Desperation looks good on you, Princess.”
I nuzzled my cheek in his palm and met his eyes. “I’d look even better with you inside me, Daddy.”
Emotions swirled in his onyx orbs, sexual tension pressing down on my naked skin and making me feel heady. Straightening up, he started removing his belt. My eyes widened, and I got on my knees, unzipping him and stroking him through the boxers.
He groaned, running his hand through my hair. “You’re such a good Princess,” he whispered, his praise igniting my lust as I took him in my mouth. I had forgotten how thick his girth was. But thankfully, he didn’t rush it.
Sean let me enjoy pleasuring him, my head slowly bobbing over his length, my tongue overwhelmed with his manly taste. Just as I was about to relax my throat to take him deep, he pulled me up, his hooded eyes pinned on my face.
I moaned when he leaned down and claimed my lips in a heated kiss. I used to freeze up whenever he kissed me during or after blow-job because of my past experience, but not anymore. I loved how he enjoyed kissing me whenever he wanted.
It made me feel wanted.
“I didn’t suck you off,” I said in between the kisses, which were getting clumsy as he moved towards his desk, which was bigger than mine.
“Your mouth is trouble, Princess,” he groaned, lifting me up in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. “I want to cum inside this pretty cunt. You will let me, yeah?”
I whimpered when he pinned me on the floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the night city. I had no idea how dark it had gotten outside. His hand cupped my sex, the other hand holding the back of my neck. I nodded, my cheek pressed against the cold glass.
“Please, put it in, Daddy,” I moaned, pushing my hips back to have him inside me.
“God, I fucking love it when you beg for me, Princess,” he said, his body pressing over my back. I could feel the fabric of his shirt and pants on my naked skin when his cock rubbed over my slicked entrance.
“Relax for me, sweet girl.” His voice was breathless. His lips brushed over my shoulder, making me shiver. My clammy palms slid over the glass, my hot breath fogging it.
The view of the night lights over the city was incredible, but I couldn’t focus more with the haze of lust blinding my vision. A soft moan escaped my lips when he slid in, the thickness of his length slowly filling me up before slamming inside me.
I cried out, tip-toeing on my toes to soften his thrust, but he held me down, his fingers digging into my hips as he retreated before fucking me. My breasts pressed over the glass with each thrust, my gasps filling the air with his deep grunts.
It was hard to breathe. Hard to think when he spanked my ass and fucked me in just the right rhythm where it hurt, yet brought me so much pleasure I felt like floating on a cloud.
Sean was a dirty daddy. Fucking me like he hated me, kissing my neck and shoulder softly and saying sweet nothings while his cock kept filling me up to the brim.
“P-please,” I cried out, tears making my vision hazy. I could feel my orgasm inching closer and closer.
“I got you, Princess,” Sean whispered, his other hand lowered from squeezing my breast to rub my clit. “Cum for Daddy. I know you’re close. Relax and let go, Princess— fuck yes , good girl.”
My walls tightened around him and I froze, holding on the sleeve of his shirt when I felt the orgasm explode. A loud moan elicited from my throat, my entire body trembling with the shock of the exploding pleasure, my legs giving out as the orgasm kept leaking out of me.
I hadn’t realized he had released inside me until I opened my eyes and found him slowly fucking me, his deep breaths and groans rumbling in my ear.
“ Shh , Princess,” he whispered, running his hand over my back and settling me on his lap.
I didn’t know I was crying. Sobbing with fat tears trailing down my cheeks. I didn’t know what was happening, and it made me scared and embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” Sean said softly, rocking me on the floor. He had sat down on the rug, with my limp, crying body on his lap. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”
His words made me cry even more. I wrapped my arms around him tighter, hiding my face in his neck and bawling my eyes out. I was having one of the best orgasms ever, and seconds later, I was crying in his arms.
“You’re safe, Princess,” Sean whispered, kissing my hair and running his hand down my back. I couldn’t stop shaking and crying. “I’m here.”
“I-I’m sorry,” I said, sniffling.
“Hush, now,” he said, rocking me. “Don’t apologize, Princess. You’re okay. Daddy’s here.”
I knew that. But it was hard to control my body after the overstimulation of my emotions and hormones that happened because of the scene. Because of how much I trusted Sean.
It was scary. I couldn’t imagine being like that with anyone else. Just him.
I didn’t know how long we stayed there, on the rug of his office, with me naked and crying, with tears all over my face and his shirt. But I remember he had covered me in his suit, fed me some chocolate and made me drink water before cleaning me up.
He must have dressed me and brought me home—his penthouse—before putting me to bed. I secretly hated myself for falling asleep.
For sobbing and crying.
Because I had heard him. Just before he reached his orgasm, he had whispered to me, “I love you, Princess.” Maybe that was why I couldn’t stop crying.
Because why would a person like him—kind, smart, and wealthy—ever fall in love with me? I had little to no money, no career, nothing.
And yet, he loved me.
My eyes felt swollen and sore from all the crying. I blinked, staring at his sleepy face, his relaxed eyelids and long dark lashes. His strong nose, high cheekbones and clean-shaven jaw.
This handsome man had feelings for me .
Leaning up, I whispered, “I love you, Sean.”
Holding my breath, I kissed his cheek. My throat burned, and I curled away, going back to sleep.
I must have been dreaming when I felt arms wrap around my middle. A soft, deep voice whispering in my ear, “I love you too, Princess.”
It must have been a dream.