Page 16 of Bitter Desire
“Yeah, princess, I’m done.”
The only thing that mattered was her. I held out a hand and Honey bounded off the couch and threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I smiled, wrapped my arms around her and held her close. The woman had a way of bringing down my walls, of turning me into a soft as hell ball of fluff. Honey had me wrapped around her little finger. Her lips brushed against my jaw in a kiss and I closed my eyes.
This was what mattered, and I had a feeling it always would.
* * *
“Where are we going?”Honey asked. She was practically bouncing in her seat, body turned to look out the window.
I debated telling her, but instead only said, “It’s a surprise.”
She made a frustrated sound in her throat and flung her body back against the seat. “Please tell me?”
I smiled and shook my head, pulling out my phone when it pinged. The reception was practically nonexistent here, a major reason I had picked our destination. I wanted Honey’s phone out of play, even if just for a few days. I opened the message to see it was just a confirmation of the numbers I’d triple checked that afternoon. “No, I don’t think I will.”
Another frustrated sound from her and then there was the telltale click of the seat belt coming undone. Honey was in the mood to play. The change in the energy around us was subtle, but I knew her well enough to know when she wanted Daddy to come out. I kept my eyes on my phone even though it wasn’t important. I wasn’t reading the email anymore, but I kept my eyes on it– dutifully playing the part of the distracted Daddy.
“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice breathy now. Yup, she was sliding right into her role as a Little as easy as anything. I felt my dick start to get hard and nearly groaned in frustration at myself. I should not be half hard just from this. She wasn’t even touching me and I was like a fucking high school kid hard up for his first piece of action.
I heard the slide of her body against the leather of the seats and then she was pushing away from the seat and towards me. Honey wrapped her arms around me, a leg going across my lap before I could stop her. She leaned in close, lips to my ear, and whispered, “Pretty please?” My eyes drifted closed at the warm puff of her breath against my neck and I heard the window divider between our seats and Taylor slide up smoothly. Good man.
I kept my eyes on my phone even with Honey trying to shove her tits in my face. She rubbed up against me like a cat and I had to fight back a grin when she made another annoyed sound when I didn’t react.
“No means no, little girl.”
“But Law…”
“I have work to do.”
Her hips moved, grinding slowly against mine and she squeezed her thighs tight against me. “You’re no fun.”
I looked at her then. “And what? You want to have fun?”
She nodded and bit her bottom lip. “Yes. And I want to know where we’re going, but you’re being mean. Mean andboring.” She stressed the word, dragging it out until she was frowning at me. Her perfect mouth pulled down at the corners. My fingers flexed on my phone. I knew what her mouth looked like wrapped around my dick, lush and pink, hot and ready for me. I wanted that right now, not a frown.
Soon.
My eyes dropped back to my phone. “Watch your mouth, little girl or I’m going to have to do something about it.”
She pouted, leaning back, hands going to brace against my thighs. “Promises, promises,” she sighed with a little shake of her head. “I’m bored.”
“Mmmhmm,” I hummed, refusing to look up from my phone, even though the words on the screen were swimming. My body was awake now, coming to life and catching fire beneath Honey’s hands in the kind of way that wouldn’t be sated until I had her wrapped around my dick.
“Pay attention to me.”
I scrolled mindlessly through my phone, content to let Honey take control. There was no world where Honey did not have all of me, all of my attention, every bit of my energy...but there were times, like now, that I could tell she wanted to walk the line of our power dynamic. Bring it out into our everyday life, the structure of it giving her what she craved. We’d left the city because Honey had been anxious and scared. She’d been downright looking over her shoulder for whoever was sending her those messages.
My girl couldn’t even look at her phone without jumping at the sound of a notification. I felt anger pool in my chest, the warmth of it rivaling the fire of Honey’s touch. Whoever had scared her, made her scared to even look at her phone, was going to answer for putting fear in Honey. Honey’s worried eyes flashed before my eyes, the memory of her in my kitchen, jumping at the sound of a text.
‘I own you.’
I was going to enjoy making them pay. Every second of it.
“I said,” Honey’s hand closed around my phone and she gave it a yank, pulling it out of my hands, “pay attention to me.”
My eyes snapped up to hers. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, making sure to put steel in my voice. She needed this. She wouldn't be pushing my buttons if she didn’t. Taking my phone was...well, it was a surefire way to get exactly what she wanted. Which from what I could see was taking my dick in the backseat of the car.
Honey rolled her eyes at me and dangled my phone from her fingers. “What does it look like?” she asked and arched an eyebrow. I could see the defiance in her eyes, hear the sarcastic tone Honey had put into her voice—she was in her brattiest mood. She was stressed all right if she was bratting this hard.
