Page 61 of Bitter Desire
“Yes, Daddy.”
I hurried towards the bed and did as he told me. My body sunk into the plush mattress the second I laid down and I sighed with relief. The shoes I was wearing were beautiful, but they were as most of my shoes for the club were concerned—uncomfortable. I’d been holding myself tense already and the added task of wearing heels was taking it out on my aching muscles more than I realized.
It felt good to lay and breathe. Not a thought in my head save for what my Daddy might ask me to do next. The calm that came with falling into my role as a submissive was already washing over me, drowning me and dragging me blissfully under. This was right and good, and exactly what I needed.
“This is where you belong,” Law said, walking towards me slowly. The man moved as if he were in no hurry, as if we were not possibly smack dab in the middle of a trap with one of the most powerful women in the city slated to come get us for a meeting with Zeus. He moved as if he owned this bed, this room, this club. Hell, even the city.
I don’t know. Maybe he did.
He owned me.
I knew that.
“You belong to me,” Law said, echoing my thoughts as he came to a stop when he was in front of me. He was almost touching my legs, but he was too far away, and I had to force myself to lay still. He’d said not to move. The only thing that mattered to me now was following Law’s instructions, letting his voice guide me through the dance we were currently in.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he murmured and reached down, a finger ghosted across the top of my leg. He sighed seeing the skirt had fallen back down across my thighs. “Lift your skirt.”
I reached down, grabbing the fabric, and slid it up my legs. When I paused at my knee, he gave my thighs a tap. I sighed, eyes closing, and waited for what Law would do next. I could feel his energy, the strength and intensity of the man’s focus filling the room, pressing down on me, pinning me to the soft mattress beneath me.
“Higher,” he ordered, and my pulse jumped. I lifted my dress higher, the edge of it sliding slowly up my thighs until it was barely covering my pussy.
“Higher.” I moved it higher. When it was around my waist, Law gave a satisfied hum. “Good.” He moved closer, palm pressing to my skin, cupping my pussy. I moaned, arching my back and pressed my pussy into his large hand.
“Didn’t I say not to move?” Law’s voice came out in a growl and my eyes shot open. Our eyes met, Law’s were narrowed in a glare and focused on me. I licked my lips and nodded.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He leaned down, bending over me, his eyes never leaving mine as he came closer. “Then why did you move?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I-”
“I know why you moved,” he said, interrupting me, and I bit my lip. “You moved because you’re a greedy little girl. You’re a selfish and needy little slut, aren’t you?”
His words set me on fire. My skin flushed, the blood in my veins a roaring tidal wave that had me feeling dizzy. God, I loved it when he talked to me like this. I shook my head. “No, Daddy-”
“Yes.” The hand that had been cupping my pussy came down in a slap. The sudden and quick smack of his hand against my aching clit had me gasping and writhing. “I thought I said not to fucking move and there you go again. You’re a bad little cock slut.”
His hands went to his belt and I squirmed again, I didn’t know if it was from trying to get his hand, the hand still pressed to my pussy, the heel of his palm against my clit, to rub me the way I needed, or if because I wanted him to punish me.
Pleasure and pain.
It was all wrapped up when it came to Law and me.
Law yanked his belt off with a snap of his hands. “Pull your dress up, slut,” he said, gesturing with the leather. I did what he said, the pink pastel silk pulled up and pooling around my waist. Law stepped in close, pushing my thighs open with his legs. “Open your legs for me.”
I swallowed hard, my heart a staccato beat in my chest that made it hard to think about anything else but the way Law was looking at me and the orders he was giving me. His blue eyes were on my body, but I could see that he wasn’tmy Law,he was my Dom right now. My Daddy. And he was going to take what he wanted from me.
This was the man that had fucked me in the backseat of the car on the way to the Catskills. The one that had eaten my pussy in my kitchen and left me in a pool of my own cum all those weeks ago.
Not the man that loved me. Adored me. Made me feel content and warm with just his hand against mine.
I didn’t want this man.
This was the manI needed.
