Page 72 of The Southern Submission

I hear the strains of music playing when I enter the loft and instantly recognize it as the ending credits ofPride and Prejudice, Ainsley’s favorite. She told me Della was coming over to hang out and make her feel better, which included copious amounts of alcohol and her comfort movie. I’ve already texted Luca and he should be here soon to collect Della.

I have plans for my Princess that don’t include an audience.

Ainsley looks up from the couch, where her head’s in Della’s lap, her hair being stroked comfortingly, when I enter the living room.

“You’re back early. How was your trip?”

I didn’t give her reasons for my quick trip to New York, only that I’d be back by the evening. “I accomplished exactly what I hoped to.”

The doorbell rings and Della narrows her eyes at me after studying her phone. “Did you call in the cavalry to get me out of here? Luca says he’s outside. I’m here to comfort my best friend. You can’t kick me out like this. We’re not even drunk anymore. We ran out of margaritas two hours ago before Kitty created a scandal with Wickham.” She puts an arm around Ainsley, who’s sitting up now.

“I’m fine, Dell. I don’t want to take up your whole evening. Go see your hot boyfriend and enjoy your night.”

I feel the slightest twinge of something hearing her call another man hot, but it quickly fades. She’s not interested in Luca, and I’ll be more than enough to keep her attention, especially with what I have planned. I walk to the door and let Luca in.

“Della’s insisting she doesn’t have to leave. Want to clear that up?”

He gives me an appraising look with his ice-blue eyes. The man can be so cold, even afterfifteen years of friendship. He looks over at Della, thawing a little at her giddy smile, his own turning up his lips.

“Miss,” he says, holding out his hand. “It’s time to go. We can get tacos on the way home where I’m going to have you for dessert while you try to read that latest Haute List post without stopping as I make you come.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says, popping off the couch like she’s been shot from a cannon. “Sorry, Ains, I’m not passing this up. You understand.” She hugs Ainsley before making her way over to Luca, who still holds his palm up for her to take.

“Go, be annoyingly cute and get everything he’s offering. I’ll be fine here, and I’m sure Payton will be plenty entertaining to keep my mind off the shittiest day I’ve had in years.”

Once Luca and Della have left, I turn to Ainsley.

“Turn off the movie and get in our room. Strip and lean over the bed, hands on the mattress,” I command, my voice low. Now it’s her turn to hop off the couch like it’s burning her ass.

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, and I feel myself melting for her even more. She hurries down the hallway and I give her a few minutes to comply before I make my way in after her. I take my jacket off and unbutton my shirt, removing it so I stand in just my pants, barefoot.

She dropped her clothes in a pile on the floor and is posed exactly as I asked her to. I slap her bare ass, making her jump and moan. My handprint blooms red on her skin, marking her as mine to use. My cock stiffens as I move around her so she can see me. I take one of her hands and wrap her fingers around my length through my pants.

“Look what you do to me, my gorgeous little cockwhore. I’ve never been as hard as I am around you. You fucking do it for me, you filthy little slut. Just knowing you want me to spank you and fill you up with cum has me planning out everyunspeakably sexy thing I can do to you.”

I drop her hand to the bed and move to her back. Goosebumps rise across her skin as I trace my tongue up her spine until I’m bent over her, my lips at her ear.

“Please,” she begs, her voice husky with desire and already delirious before I’ve even touched her how I intend to. “Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours.”

I wrap my arms around her, burying my face in her neck and breathing deeply. Fuck, how is she so perfect?

“That’s right, baby, you’re mine, and I’m yours even more. No one else gets to touch this flawless body that wants to be painted with my cum, and you’re the only woman I see. Everything about you is perfect.” I wrap her golden tresses around my fist. “This silky hair. Your goddamn perfect face that stays with me night and day. Your sassy as fuck mouth that turns me on faster than anything has before. Your tight little body that fits me so perfectly.” I run my other hand up her stomach to her tits and roll her nipples between my fingers until she arches into me. “And this cunt that was made for my cock.” I drop my hand to her pussy and grind my palm against her clit until she cries out.

“Fuck me, please, Daddy. I need more. I need you inside of me.” She rocks against my hand shamelessly and I grin.

“Show me how bad you want me. Get on your knees and open that bratty mouth of yours I’m going to fill. I want to see that pretty pink tongue that loves telling me off.”

She turns, my fist still in her hair, and drops to her knees in front of me, her eyes looking up at me with beautiful trust. I take my time unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants enough to free my cock. She licks her lips as her eyes flick between my face and what she’s about to suck. She opens her mouth slowly and sticks out her tongue exactly the way I likebest, soft and ready.

I fist my cock and pump before tapping her tongue with the head a few times. She moans and lets me rub the crown across her lips.

“That’s my good fucking girl. Spit on it.”

Ainsley looks up at me, confused. “Spit?”

“Get it wet for me so I can use you like my favorite fucktoy. Make a mess for us, baby.”

She looks at my cock with determination now that she’s been given an order. Her mouth works until she leans forward and opens, letting her spit fall onto my cock, getting me nice and wet. I’m so hard and ready for her to take me into that hot mouth. She parts her plush lips and lets me feed my cock between them, her tongue licking along each barbell of my piercings.

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