“If you want to be a bad girl, you can watch me jerk off to your pretty body, yeah?”
He threw me on the bed as if I was a sack of potatoes. His eyes glittered in the dark and I held my breath, anticipating his large frame pressing down on me. It had been a while since I had sex, but I had never craved it likethis. My entire body was burning with need and desire. Just for him.
Instead, Sean turned on the dim lights of his nightstand and my lips parted when I found him removing his shirt. I watched each flex of his muscles on the back, eyeing the dimples on his lower back, and licked my lips.
His ass looked perfect in the tight slacks.
“Cute.” My eyes snapped at his face and found him watching me over his shoulder. “Didn’t know I own a cute pervert.”
I blushed under his playful gaze and looked away. His room was manly with dark colors and sleek furnishings and plain white bedding. The duvet was cold under my touch.
I was going to stand up when he stopped me. He was still wearing his pants (boo), but his zipper was undone and I could see the bulge covered in black boxers (yum).
My heart rate increased when he kneeled in front of me and took my feet, still clad in heels on his thigh, and gently removed the strap. My hands clenched over the duvet, feeling clammy and hot, as Sean held my leg like it was made of gold.
He sighed and shook his head at the pinkish indents on my skin. The heels were provided by the club and they were tight and uncomfortable. His thumb dug into my skin, massaging the soreness, and making me exhale sharply.
“Tsk,” he said, looking up at me. “You’re not wearing these again. Look how red it made your skin. I’ll get you more comfortable heels.”
Sean was so odd. It made me feel scared. Why would he care about some cheap heels I was made to wear for the auction when he was still hard as a rock? I knew he wanted me. He bought me for three freaking million dollars, and instead of having sex with me, all he did was feed me at an expensive restaurant, made me crawl, spanked me, and then made me cum on his lap.
Even though the humiliation of licking my cum from his pants was hot, he didn’t degrade or belittle me. He made sure I was comfortable and kept his promise to keep me safe when I was with him.
He was still going on about how bad cheap footwear was while massaging my feet with his large hands.
“What do you want?” I asked him, my voice barely audible in the quiescence of his room.
“Hm?” He looked up and hugged my legs, my skin pressing against his warm chest. He shouldn’t have looked so adorable with his chin propping on my lap. But damn it, he did.How could he turn me on with feet massage and dare to act so cute?It was confusing. “What I want?”
He cocked his head. “I want you to take a warm shower with me and then cuddle me,” he said, sincerity lacing his voice.
I swallowed. He was definitely playing with me. No man wasthissincere.
“What about sex?”
He frowned as if I had asked him if he liked fish and chips. “Sex?” He stood up and ruffled my hair. “Where did that come from? I didn’t bring you here to have sex, Princess.”
“Then what did you bring me for?” I scowled. “Why did you spend three million on me?”
Sean removed his pants and even though I was distracted by the sight of his powerful thighs and the flex of his ass in boxers, I stood my ground. My feet felt much better lying flat on the cool floor.
He sighed and looked at me. “Does it matter? You don’t have to worry about?—”
I crossed my arms. “What if I want to have sex?”
Sean walked up to me, standing across me, his chest bare and heat radiating off of his half-naked body. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders that he hid underneath his perfectly tailored, expensive suit.
I felt naked standing in front of him and wearing the dress he had sent me.
“You…” he trailed off, curling his index finger over a lock of my hair before continuing, “You make it so hard for me to control myself.”
I gulped and relaxed my arms, stepping closer, our feet touching. “Then don’t, Daddy.”
His eyes darkened, his fingers gently tugging at the lock of my hair. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Princess.”
“Then tell me—no,” I shook my head. “Show me, Daddy.”
Sean closed his eyes as if he was contemplating something. I didn’t want to lose the opportunity, so I started removing the dress.
