Page 56 of Sweet Rule
He’d kissed me then and ripped the page out of the magazine. “Whatever you say, princess.”
And now I am wearing it. The time apart feels like a fever dream. The days and nights I’d spent with Zeus, my father, just a blink of an eye that doesn’t feel real. It is like I’d never left and Law has the ring of my dreams on my hand.
Law moves his hand from my throbbing pussy to my throat. His fingers slide lightly along my skin before he settles his hand there, fingers firmly taking hold of me. He leans in close until his lips brush my ear. “Say it. Tell me you're worth it. I want to hear you say it.”
“I can’t.”
Law’s hand squeezes tight, cutting off my air. “Say it, princess. You deserve me. You deserve everything you want. Say it for, Daddy.” His fingers tighten, hold me in place and I whimper when he keeps squeezing. The air is leaving my lungs as the seconds tick by. Only the barest gasp of air passes my lips when he unclenches his fingers. Law knows me. He knows my limits and my body, but I know if I said the magic word, my safe word, he would stop. I don’t want him to stop, though. I welcome the burn of my lungs and the spots that dance over my vision as he cuts my air off. My body feels like a riot of sensations. My too sensitive skin and aching pussy, the way his hand cages my throat and how, even as my vision flickers, he would bring me back with the yellow diamond in front of me.
My heart feels like it’s about to break, but not from pain or heartbreak, but from being so full that even if Law wasn’t cutting my air, I wouldn’t be able to breathe. My body wouldn’t let me. Why can’t I do what he’s asking me to do? The weight of the years and the hurt, the shame, all of the loneliness that’s wrapped itself so tightly around me, is holding me back. It’s keeping me in place, sealing my lips when all I want to do is open my mouth and scream the words he’s demanding from me.
Law drops my hand and with his hand still around my throat, he shifts me close to him until he brings me down on his dick with a satisfied groan.
“Stubborn girl.” He kisses my lips as he relaxes his hold on my neck. “You’re going to say it. Tell Daddy you’re worth it, princess. You can do it for me.”
I raise my still bound hands and grip the front of his shirt. The yellow diamond against the crisp white linen of his shirt is the only thing my eyes can focus on when he pulls me forward and slides home in one thrust.
We both cry out. It feels so good. It always feels good when it is Law. He moves, hips rolling and thrusting as he fucks into me. He grips my hips, bringing me forward to meet his thrusts.
“Oh my god,” I sob, my eyes still on that ring. The ring that he put on my finger.
“Say it.” He fucks me deep and hard. Body slamming against mine and hands gripping me so tightly that I whimper from the pain of it, but still I want more. I want him to have me like this. Rough. Wild. Demanding. Second by second he breaks me down, playing my already exhausted and over stimulated body until I’m sobbing against his chest.
“I’m worth it!”
The words rip from me.
Law throws his head back and groans. His face is so fucking beautiful. “Princess.” He fucks into me harder, moving faster, now until I can’t do anything but take it. One of my shoes hit the floor and I hold onto him as best I can with my still bound hands.
He hooks an arm around my waist and buries his other hand in my hair, fingers flexing and pulling on the strands until he has my head pulled back to look up at him. “Say it. Say it again for me ,princess.”
Tears slide down my cheeks and I feel that last piece of resistance crumble. I can’t fight him anymore. Not with everything that has happened. It doesn’t matter what has happened or how easy I’d believed the lies. The ones that I never should have, not when it comes to Law. The man that had bought the exact ring I’d shown him randomly months ago. He is a man with the city at his fingers and what has he done?
He found the ring I’d shown him. He’d done that for me, because he loves me. Because I am his. Because I am precious to him.
I have always been meant to be his.
“I’m yours,” I whisper. “I deserve you.” I look up at him and the look of adoration in his eyes breaks me apart. “Daddy.”
My beautiful husband’s face lights up. He crushes his lips to mine and kisses me. “God. Say it again, princess.”
I moan. The pleasure in my body is too hard to ignore now. My orgasm is building by the second and it is going to crash down on me any second.
“I deserve you, Daddy.”
Law changes his angle, hiking one of my legs higher so that he is hitting my clit with every thrust and that is more than enough when he says, “I love you, princess.”
My breath leaves my body and I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him as close as I can get him while my body goes off. I dig my nails into the material of his dress shirt and pull at it, fingers twisting in the material as he continues to thrust into me. He brings his hands beneath my thighs and raises me slightly so that he can bring down on his dick.
“Daddy!”
Law comes with a roar. The sound of it is sweet in my ears and settles over me like a warm blanket. I feel the warm spray of his cum inside of me a second later as he fills me. Another thrust and then another before he jerks my hips towards him and groans against my neck.
“Princess.” He kisses my neck, peppering my skin with kisses while he lazily thrusts into me, fucking his cum inside of me. I close my eyes and lean my head forward until my forehead is pressed against his chest. I can hear the steady beat of his heart.
Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.
It is strong and dependable. I know when the next beat will come and it lulls me into a relaxed state as Law brings his hands gently down my sides and then unbinds my wrists.
