Page 19 of Bitter Desire
Law moved, not bothering to let me finish speaking. The hand at my neck fell away so suddenly I stopped speaking. Both of his hands went to my waist and he turned me, pulling my legs from where they were until I was facing forward and sitting on his lap, my back pressed to his chest.
“Daddy,” I tried again, but Law’s hand slapped my breast. Hard. I hissed and fell silent when he raised his hand to strike me again. When I was quiet he hummed in approval and pulled my hands together in front of me.
“Hold still. Wrists together.”
I did as he said, my clit pulsing between my thighs. I squirmed, trying to get friction and pressure where I wanted it the most. Or at least I did until Law said, “When I say stay still, I do not mean rub up against me like a slut. Now, stay still, or you won’t like what Daddy does.”
I bit my bottom lip and debated with myself. I had wanted to see how far I could push him, hadn’t I? This seemed as good of an opportunity as any, but then...but then there was the fact that Law had his belt wrapped around my wrists and he was sliding it tighter with each passing second. If I kept moving would he stop what he was about to do?
I didn’t want to chance it and so gave a quick, “M’sorry,” and held still as he continued to bind my wrists with his belt, the supple leather of it easily forming to my wrists. Law said nothing and let my wrists go when they were secured. He nudged me forward slightly and when I had scooted an inch or two up his legs he moved. Both hands moved between us to undo his pants and I felt myself get wet at the whisper of his zipper sliding down.
“Daddy, what are you-” I began when he undid the buttons of my pants.
“Lift your hips,” he interrupted me, and I complied, my bound hands in front of me and my position in his lap making it awkward, but I managed to do it. Law yanked my pants down my thighs and shoved them to my ankles. He sighed when I was settled in his lap. My underwear was pale yellow, soft to the touch with a tiny bow at the top. Cute and sweet, the kind of cotton panties Law liked the most on me. He pressed his palm to me, cupping my pussy and chuckled when he felt the damp spot between my legs.
“You’re soaking wet, princess. You like this, don’t you?”
I debated saying no, to get a rise out of him, but it wasn’t true. “Yes,” I answered.
“My dirty fucking girl. You’re my sweet little slut, aren’t you?” he asked, and he pushed one thick finger past the crotch of my panties and right into me. I gasped at the sudden movement and then nodded, my fingers clasped together tightly.
“Say it,” Law told me, beginning to pump his finger in and out of me. “Tell me you love it.”
“Yes, Daddy. I love it.”
“What do you love?” He pushed my tank top up past my bra with his free hand and pulled the cups down past my breasts. My nipples beaded in the cool air of the car, and he palmed my bare flesh roughly. “What do you love, princess?” he asked again with a shallow thrust of his hips against my ass. I felt his dick pressing into me and I groaned, my pussy tensing on the digit inside of me.
“Being your-” my breath caught when Law added a second finger, the stretch of his thick fingers inside me had me moaning in delight, my eyes closing as I spread my legs for him.
Law tweaked my nipple and I gasped, eyes flying open. “Finish your words, princess.”
“I love being your slut.”
“Ah ah ah, my sweet slut,” he corrected, hips rocking against me.
I nodded in agreement, my voice hoarse when I spoke, “I love being your sweet slut.”
Law kissed my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “That’s my good girl.” His words were sweet, but the cold tone was still there. He let my nipple go and pressed a hand to my back, shoving me forward until I folded over my bound hands.
“Daddy, I-”
“Be quiet, slut.”
I had to bite my bottom lip to muffle the moan that was almost pulled out of me. We might be playing right now, Law dropping into the role I wanted–no,needed–from him, but that didn’t mean I wanted Taylor to hear too much. He knew what we were doing back here, I knew that, but I could try and keep my sounds to a minimum. I stayed quiet while Law moved his hand to my hip, he gripped my body, moving me up and then back down, the head of his cock sliding against the wet of my panties. He was still fucking me with his fingers and he growled at the cotton stretching over his knuckles.
“These fucking things,” Law muttered, and he let go of my hip so suddenly I fell forward ungracefully. I might have fallen to the floor if not for the hand between my thighs. The fingers inside of me were forced deeper by the movement and I whimpered. Law ignored me and moved, grabbing my panties tight in his fist. I felt the material go taut against my skin before the telltale sound of ripping seams echoed throughout the car before he yanked them off of me with a satisfied grunt.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. I immediately obeyed. Law shoved my panties into my mouth and gave my bottom lip a tap with his ring finger. “That’ll keep you fucking quiet, won’t it, slut?” he asked, fingers thrusting faster into my pussy. My head was swimming, the cotton against my tongue tasted like me and it smelled like Law. His scent was on it as surely as my own and it all mixed together in a dizzyingly cloying smell that ratcheted my arousal up to a 1,000 on a 1-100 scale. Law knew exactly what I needed.
He always did.
“I said, won't it, princess?” He punctuated his question with a sharp thrust of his fingers inside of me, the digits curling up and rubbing against the spot Law knew drove me crazy. I gave a weak nod as my hips bucked but my cry was muffled by the fabric in my mouth, and he chuckled. “That’s it, princess, fuck yourself on my fingers.”
Law’s hand went back to my hip and he pulled me back, his hard cock now sliding against my wet lips. I shuddered at the hot feel of him against me and my hips rocked, chasing the heavy drag of his cock. I wanted him inside of me and I wanted it now. He was so close, if I just arched my back, then maybe-
“I control this,” he growled, fingers digging painfully into my hip. “I’m teaching you a lesson, and you get what I give you. Nothing else, slut.” He moved me then, the fingers in my pussy sliding out to grip my thighs as he pulled me back, sinking me down onto his dick. “Fuck, for such a bad girl you sure feel good, princess.” He lifted his hips, fucking into me with a sigh.
I sucked in a deep breath, the cotton in my mouth muffling my cry as his dick slid into me. Law’s hands at my thighs held me where he wanted me, yanking me back to meet his thrusts, the wet sound of my pussy sinking down onto him and my stifled cries filling the backseat of the car.
