Page 17 of Locked Up by The Libra
“Ahh, soaked, just as I thought. Yeah, I did all of that, Willa. I would do a helluva lot worse to wind up here, with your pussy hungry for my cock. You were mine the second you set foot in Driftwood. Be mad if you want about that. Doesn’t change things. Yeah, I never told you what I did for a living. Because it doesn’t matter who I am anywhere else but here, with you.”
Curling two fingers inside her, I pump them slowly, watching her hips start to rock. Bending my body over hers, I pin her to the bed beneath me. I shove her tight leggings down to her thighs. It pins her legs together and I smack her ass, smirking when she whimpers and pushes it out, asking for more.
Kneeling behind her, hand still around her waist as my fingers fuck her, I get a beautiful view of her dripping pussy. Groaning, I dive forward, sucking at her juices noisily. Licking her sticky folds, I bite at her thighs, her ass cheeks, and her clit. My cock leaks when she cries out my name, pushing back against my face.
“Watt, please. I can’t do this…” Her panting words don’t stop her from fucking my face, her hand bending backwards to tangle in my hair.
“You can and you will. Hands up, you don’t get to touch until I say so, sugar. Do you want me to use my cuffs?” I rise up over her, pinning her with my weight, my words harsh against her throat.
“No! No you can’t. Tell me what you want, daddy,” she whimpers.
“There’s my good girl. Hands together, back here,” I demand.
Glancing down at her spread out, I grin as I grab a pair of her panties from her bag beside her. When she brings her hands back, I use the lace thong to tie her hands tight. Grabbing another pair of satin ones, I grab her chin, shoving them in roughly.
“If it’s too much, I can stop. Do you want daddy to stop, little girl?”
Glancing back at me, she shakes her head side to side. Hauling her bag off the bed, I tuck it back into the closet. I will watch her unpack it and hang her shit with mine later. Now I need to punish her for trying to bail.
“Come here, I need to see all of you,” I hiss, sliding my hands beneath her body to yank at her shirt. It tears and she makes a muffled sound, but I don’t care. I’ll buy her more if she wants. I yank at it, ripping it off and tossing it aside. I chuckle when she glares back at me but says nothing.
Not that she can when her panties are down her throat.
“Did I lie to you? Yeah, sugar, I did. Do I give a shit that your last name is Duchane, or you spent your wild youth with a middle finger raised to the man? No, sweetheart, I do not.”
Smacking her ass, I rub it gently when she whimpers. I smack the other cheek, giving it its own rub. I do this a few times, smack, rub, smack, rub. Her cheeks are red, my handprint a shock of white on the left one. Kicking my boxers off, I work the precum down my shaft before I line up behind her.
Gripping the bright red cheeks of her ass, I lift to angle her. I slam inside her, gritting my teeth at how tight she grips my cock. I fuck her hard, punishing her for having one foot out the door. Her body rocks against the bed as it slams against the wall.
“My poor little rich girl didn’t come here looking for her daddy, but she found him, yeah? I’m your daddy now, little girl. Daddy will take care of you now, sugar. You take care of my cock, of our home, of our babies, I will do the rest.”
Beneath me, she nods, and I groan. God, I am so lucky I found her. So lucky I was the one who knocked on her door that day. I know she would never have given another man what she gave me, but the thought of me having missed out on her makes me wild.
Pounding into her, I pull her hair around my fist. I take her like I own her, but she owns me. I would give her anything. I would go anywhere and be anyone for her. I will tell her all about my life, all the things I never shared with anyone else.
Before I do, I will tell her I do want to lock her up—with my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly.
Chapter Nine
Willa
Hurting should not feel so damn good.
Watt’s big body pins mine to the bed, his thighs smacking against my ass as he fucks me hard. Tears stream down my face, but it’s not from pain. Well, some of it might be. Mostly it’s from the rise and swell of waves of pleasure inside of me, knocking me over again and again.
“Good girl,” he pants at my ear, licking the side of my face in a move so erotic, my pussy flutters down his cock. “Ah, your sweet cunt takes daddy’s cock so good. Made to take my big cock, weren’t you, little girl?”
Nodding because my panties are still choking me, I whimper. His thrusts are brutal, slamming him deeper inside me with every stroke. My hands are bound behind my back and his weight holds me down, but I love it. I am so turned on I can feel wetness dripping down my thighs.
Closing my eyes as he kisses down my spine, I twist my hips. I need friction. I need his fingers or mine on my clit. It aches as his cock slides in and out, the thick root of him rubbing against it deliciously.
“You want to come, don’t you? Not until you tell me I am forgiven. I should have told you, sugar. I won’t ever lie to you again.”
Even though I believe him, it is too late. This lie is too wicked. He used his power to find out who I was. He found things out about me without giving me the chance to tell him. There is no way I can trust him after this. No way I can stay here with him the way we both want.
Right now, this rough, raw sex is him punishing me. But I know he is really punishing himself. He must sense this is the last time. Tonight, will be our last night together. Watt left me no other choice but to go.
My whole life has been full of lies. From both of my parents, from the people they hired to handle me when I couldn’t take their lies any longer. Lies from the media about me, about my friends. Even lies I told myself.
