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The one that would keep me safe at all costs.
“Wider,” Law said, and he brought the leather down with a flick of his hand. The belt bit into my thighs with a slightssk.My gasp was louder than the sound the leather made when it kissed my skin. Silent as it was I could feel the welt starting to bloom from the blow on my skin.
Obediently, I spread my legs for Law and it was only after another swing of his hand and gasp from me that he dropped the belt onto the bed beside my head. It was only visible in my periphery, and I knew Law had done it for a reason. He wanted me to know it was possible, that the weight of his belt and the sting of the leather on my skin would be a repercussion for failing to follow orders.
He would paint my skin with various shades of pink and red if I didn’t do as I was told. The thought was tempting, so tempting that I debated ignoring him when he said, “Take off your panties.”
I didn’t though. I obeyed because I knew it was far sweeter to listen to my Dom than not, especially when my body needed him. My pussy needed to be filled. I moved, shimmying out of my panties. When he held out his hand I dropped the scrap of black lace into his hand.
“These are mine now,” he said, tucking the panties into his pocket. I felt myself get wetter at the sight of my panties going into Law’s pocket. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
Another hum of approval. This one came with a “Good slut.” I breathed out a sigh of relief when Law’s hands landed on my thighs. The welts on my skin were red and singing and his touch soothed them. My Dom’s hands on my body reminded me I was his, his mark on my skin would be a reminder of this for days to come. Wherever I went, whoever I spoke to, tomorrow, Law’s touch would linger on me in a way that was as tangible as his hands resting on my body.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“God, yes.”
“Beg for it, princess.”
“Daddy, please fuck me.” My legs that were already wide for him spread wider and I moved, pushing my heels against the mattress and moving closer to the edge of the bed, offering my pussy to him. “Daddy, fuck me. I need you to.”
When Law shoved his briefs down, his dick was heavy and thick, erect. I groaned seeing him take himself in his hand. “I said, beg.”
“Please, fuck me. I need your dick. Please, please, I’m begging you to fuck me. I need you to fill my pussy, Daddy. Fuck me.” The last two words were uttered on a whine and Law moved to press the head of his dick to my aching slit, telling me that I had done my job. I knew he needed me as badly as I needed him from the slight tremble in his hand. My man was fighting not to plunge into me. He wanted to make this good for me, make it last, and I forced myself to stay still like he’d ordered.
I wanted to make him proud. I wanted him to know the effort he was putting forward, the way he was working to make this right and exactly what my body and mind needed, was being met equally.
“I love you,” I whispered, the words finding their way out of my mouth before I could even think to stop them.
“Princess,” Law’s voice was ragged as he thrust into me. I gasped at the stretch of him, and then was moving, his hands tight on my waist pinning me down to the bed while he fucked into me. I couldn’t move, not even if I wanted to. Law was fucking me.
I’d needed this and I cried out when Law began to speed up. His hips were moving faster, fingers digging painfully into my sides as he used my body. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Harder. Harder, please.” He was pumping into me so fast and deep that my body jolted, my nipples were hard, rubbing deliciously against the smooth silk of my dress. The feeling of bliss, the familiar coiling and tightening of my belly when it was just this good, began to rise. My skin was hot, over sensitized: Law’s fingernails in my waist, his hands swathed in the silk of my dress, the way the material of his dress pants rubbed against the soft flesh of my inner thighs, god even the way the metal of his belt buckle glinted under the room’s light beside my head—it was all so perfect.
“Daddy!” I cried out, eyes squeezing shut when it was all too much. If he told me not to cum, I didn't know if I would be able to hold off. Thankfully he didn’t, and I was free to fall over the edge of my orgasm headfirst. “Daddy, yes, Daddy, I-” My voice cracked, my moans breaking off and catching in my throat.
“That’s it. That’s my slut.” Law jerked my body to him, my pussy clenching down on his dick as I orgasmed.“My good little cock slut.” He fucked into me faster now, hips losing their rhythm and he came closer, pinning my body beneath the weight of his larger and heavier one. I felt him let go of my waist, arms moving up to encircle my head, hands digging into my hair, cupping my scalp as he rode me. He pulled my hair, head falling forward, his lips pressed to the side of my neck. I felt his teeth graze my skin and my pussy clenched in response.
“Yes, yes,” I sobbed. My hips moved to follow his even as he held me in place. Body pinning me down, arms caging me in, hips rolling against mine as he coaxed me into another orgasm. His scent was all over me, his breath puffing against my skin, his groans of pleasure the only thing I heard. Law was my everything. Nothing else, not the time limit or the fact that Connie could come back at any moment, and certainly not this fucking club, existed to me. All there was was this. I didn’t know how long Law fucked me. Used me. Used my body.
But what I did know was that I didn’t ever want it to end.
Chapter Twenty-Four
LAW
I cleaned Honey up. She was calm now. The earlier anxiousness I’d seen in her had melted away leaving her quiet and relaxed on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows watching me as I ran a warm washcloth between her thighs, cleaning up the mess I’d made of her. She was bare to me, her pussy naked. The panties I’d taken from her were still in my pocket. And there they would fucking stay. Every time she moved, the soft silk of her dress sliding against her bare ass, she’d remember exactly who she belonged to.
Honey moaned, the sound of it making sure I took my time, making sure she was clean. I could listen to her make that sound all damn day. I didn’t care where I was or who I was about to meet. Honey’s moans were like music to my fucking ears. I glanced up at her. She had an easy smile on her pretty face, her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright. Her dress was still pushed up around her waist, legs, pussy and ass bare to me as I worked.
Abso-fucking-lutely beautiful.
I loved it when Honey was like this—there wasn’t a thing worrying her. She was happy and safe, well fucked and away from the world.
“What song are you singing?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. Her dark hair slid forward, the length of it like an oil spill against the pink pastel of her dress. My eyes moved over it, taking in the curls, the slight brown and red highlights of her hair that came to life under the lights, and I dropped a kiss to the top of her thigh.
“A lullaby.” The song Honey was talking about was more of a hum than anything really. I didn’t sing. An old song my grandmother had sung over me and I hadn’t thought about it in years.
