Page 39 of Wicked William

William cuts me off with a kiss. It’s fierce, and it leaves me gasping for air. When he pulls away, his eyes are blazing.

“Your reasons for staying areme,” he says, his voice low. “You’re not leaving, Maisy. You belong here. I’ll tie you to the fucking bed if I have to, but you’re not going anywhere.”

I’m instantly wet. God I love it when he gets all beastly and alpha. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. This time it’s me who’s aggressive, biting his lower lip and running my hands through his hair.

He tastes so good. Smells so good. Feels so good.

But what if I’m not meant to stay?

William takes a step back, lifting me off the ground. He carries me over to the workbench, setting me down, rucking up my skirt and pushing my legs apart, his hands gripping my hips as he looks at me with a predatory gleam in his eye.

“You’re mine, Maisy,” he growls. “And I’m never letting you go.”

I want to be his. My body aches with the need to be possessed by him. To undo all the strange, hard thoughts I’ve been having about leaving. About protecting my heart.

What if I just...gave it to William to protect? Why was I always fighting him when he was all I really wanted?

I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as I lean in to kiss him deeply. William slides his hands around to my back, cupping my ass as he pulls me closer.

“Yes, Daddy, I belong to you,” I say, and I finally, finally open my heart completely to him. “I don’t want to go. I love you.”

He exhales and rests his head over my heart. “I love you too, baby girl.”

We stay like that for a few moments, breathing in the earthy and healing scents of the growing plants in the greenhouse with us.

“I almost lost you, didn’t I?” he asks.

I nod. “But you didn’t. I’m here. I’m yours.”

He kisses me fiercely, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands rove over my body. I moan against his lips, my body alive with desire for him.

“You were very naughty to talk about leaving Daddy,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “You know what happens to naughty girls?”

I shake my head, my breath coming out in shallow gasps as he slides his hands up my thighs. His fingers find the wetness beneath my panties, and I moan as he slowly slides one inside of me.

“They get punished,” he says, his voice taking on a darker tone. He moves his finger, adding another, expertly stroking my inner walls as he thrusts deeper and deeper. I can feel my orgasm building, and I grip the edge of the workbench, my body trembling with pleasure.

“Oh, Daddy,” I moan, my voice barely above a whisper.

William leans in, pressing his lips against my ear. “You don’t get to come.”

My eyes slam open.

“What?”

He pulls his fingers out of me, smirking. “Not until I say so. If I say so.” He steps back and undoes his pants, taking out his thick, wonderful cock. I lick my lips in anticipation. “No. You can’t have it. You get to watch. Unbutton your blouse so Daddy can see your pretty tits.”

I do as he says, my hands shaking with excitement. I unhook the front clasp of my bra, exposing my breasts to him. William strokes himself, his eyes never leaving my chest as I watch his hand, mesmerized by his movements. He groans softly, his hips thrusting as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge.

My mouth is watering. “Daddy, please.”

“No,” he says, his voice firm. “You need to learn your lesson. You stay there and watch.”

I whimper, my body trembling with need. “I’ll be a good girl. Please let me take care of your cock, Daddy. I won’t come, I promise.”

“No.”

“I want to taste it” I beg, desperation in my voice.

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