Page 25 of Mister Stark

He held it up and admired the sexy garment. It would hug every curve, but barely covered up my body. It had no bottom and was meant to be screwed in. And the way his deep brown gaze darkened; I knew he envisioned me in it. It sent a wave of electric energy coursing through my being and my breath hitched.

“Is this for me?” He teased with torment, and I held his sarcastic gaze.

“In your dreams, daddy.” I snapped back, just to get a reaction out of him.

But it worked.

Daxon licked his lips with annoyance and bit his bottom lip. “You’re a very naughty girl, Celeste and daddy should teach you a lesson.”

I shivered when my name rolled off his tongue. Or maybe it was from his promised punishment. But either way, I was here for it.

The red lace lingerie fell back into the box and he pushed it aside. The motion made me gasp as my wispy hair sucked in and out of my mouth. My breath picked up pace as he pulled me closer towards him and into his energized bubble. His charismatic face was only inches from my own, and he closed his eyes as his nose inhaled the scent of me. He smelled my wild scent along my cheek and up into my hair. My flesh heated with his nearness and my eyelids closed. I was lost in his world as his warm breath touched my cheek and caressed my dry lips. I licked them and felt his breath touch the wet flesh. His desirable breaths mingled with my own as I heard them.

He was going to kiss me and I shouldn’t let him, but I couldn’t help myself. His tortured punishment was almost too much for me to handle and I shook on my knees. Daddy was teaching me a lesson, and he enjoyed it way too much.

“I’m a monster...” He whispered in agony as his fingertip grazed my bottom lip. “But what does that make you, princess?”

“Your darkness.” I whispered as my voice sounded unrecognizable and my eyes snapped open.

Daxon stared at my willing mouth, but his eyes locked with mine. His lips formed into that cruel grin once again, and I realized he was toying with me. But I gave in.

I fell for his trap and into his wicked game. He took me for a ride to see if I’d be the first to break and he’d have me out on my ass. Far away from his business and his son.

Well, he didn’t win this time.

“Fuck you, daddy.” I said with anger.

He raised an eyebrow at my sassy comment and pulled his head backwards. He bit his lower lip with frustration, but it curled into a sexy grin. “It would be my pleasure, princess.”

He undid the belt and my hands fell free. I wasted no time and grabbed the box from the floor. I rose off of the floor, but he grabbed the box once again and I halted.

“Let me go, Daxon.” I warned him.

He peered down at the bright red contents spilling out from the sides and locked eyes with me. “Promise me one thing? Cry out for daddy when you wear that for him later.”

I clenched my teeth together with frustration and only flashed him a glared warning. My wavy hair flew through the air as I spun around with fury. I stomped my heels out of his office. I was a little girl lost in her temper tantrum. Daddy’s cruel punishment got under my skin, and his laughter followed me into the elevator until the doors shut.

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