Page 10 of My Favorite Temptation

“I need you to look at me while I fuck you. Okay, baby?”

Bella nods, her eyes drifting down my fully clothed body to the bulge in my pants. She swallows hard, and I can tell she wants it. Her body’s ready, her pussy already soaked in anticipation.

I don’t bother with taking off my shirt, using my free hand to undo the button of my jeans. I push them and my boxers down, revealing my angry, leaking cock.

“Is this what you want, princess?” I ask, slapping it against her opening. Instead of a real answer, she makes a strangled noise. That’s not enough for me. “Tell me what you want or you’re not getting it.”

“I want your cock,” she manages.

“Whose cock do you want?” I press, rubbing the tip through her folds.

“Daddy’s cock,” she whines, her hips jutting up in an attempt to get more friction. “I want your cock, daddy.”

“Good girl,” I reply as I plunge inside her, giving her my full length in one swift stroke.

She yelps, sounding somewhere between pain and pleasure, but I can’t stop myself. This beautiful little thing beneath me is mine, and I have her exactly where I want her. She trusts me, wants me just as badly as I want her.

I pump into her hard and fast, giving it to her like a wild animal. A string of incoherent noises comes out of her mouth, babble that tells me she’s enjoying being owned. Something inside me snaps. The thought of being able to do whatever I want with her is intoxicating.

My free hand comes up to her throat, and I give it a slight squeeze. The moan that comes out of her shoots through me like a bullet and goes straight to my cock. I give her more pressure, hearing her breathing grow heavier as I continue to pound into her. I can feel her orgasm approaching by the way her pussy pulses around my member.

When she starts to close her eyes against the onslaught of pleasure I’m giving her, I squeeze a little tighter and growl, “I told you to look at me.”

Her eyes snap open, and I’m met with lust-filled brown eyes. Tears prick at the corners, probably clouding her view of me. Still, she holds my gaze. She follows my orders like they’re her only lifeline.

“This feels good, huh?” I say, knowing she can’t respond. “You love being fucked by daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

She whines, the sound needy and broken. I feel insane, driving my dick into her harder. The sharp sound of my balls against her perfect ass fills the room. My climax is just on the horizon, but I need to get her there first.

“I can tell you’re close,” I say, lowering my mouth so I’m right next to the shell of her ear. “You like being choked?”

Bella makes an aborted noise and her body spasms around me, her orgasm completely wrecking her. I work her through it, easing my grip as I continue to fuck her wildly. As the aftershocks rock through her body, I come, filling her tight little pussy up with my spend. I let go of her neck, but keep pumping my hips until I’ve emptied every last drop.

“You did so well,” I tell her, immediately letting go of her wrists and peppering her face with kisses. “Listening to me and trusting me. You’re perfect, Bella.”

She giggles, a light and airy sound, and when I press a kiss to her lips, she returns it lazily. While her mouth is occupied, I pull out, chuckling at the way she whines at the loss. Her body is putty under my hands, and she allows me to lift her head to place a throw pillow underneath it. When I stand to get a cloth to clean her up, she catches my hand with hers.

“I’ll be right back, princess,” I say, pressing my lips to her fingertips. “I’m going to clean you up.”

“Okay,” she whispers, her eyes following me as I leave the room.

While I’m wetting the rag, I decide I can’t let her go to work tomorrow unsupervised, not after this. It’ll be a one-time thing. I just need to know what her day looks like, what her routine consists of. The knowledge I get from one day of following her around will help the horrible, gnawing anxiety I feel when I’m away from her.

Plus, she’s mine. I have every right to look after my most prized possession.

Chapter 8

Bella

Walker leaves for work before I do, giving me a kiss that makes me want to beg him to call off so we can have a repeat of last night. I squash the urge though, telling him to have a good day before I settle down at the kitchen table to finish the mug of coffee he handed me on his way out the door.

I had my doubts about his desire for me, but after our intense encounter, those doubts have faded. It’s clear to me now that he wants me. I’ve also come to accept that the feelings I have for him are deeper than lust. I love Walker, and for the first time in my life, I think I want a future with someone else.

He pushed me to the edge, his actions bordering on violence, but I wasn’t scared. I believe that he’ll never hurt me; and, honestly, if he were to hurt me during sex, I don’t think I’d be upset with that. I know I’ll be chasing the high of the orgasm he gave me last night for the rest of my life.

Eventually, I force myself to stop thinking about him, shifting my mind into work mode. After dropping my empty mug in the sink, I slip my shoes on and head out to my car. As soon as I slide into the front seat, a notification pops up on my phone, and when I read it, my blood runs cold.

There’s been an AirTag following me for the past few days.

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