“But I won’t,” I said, hating myself to have such a self-control. If only I was a bit more crazy to ignore her whines and bend her over and take her. But I knew she was menstruating, and I had already played a lot with her the day before. She was still in shock at the revelation of me dating her mom when we were young, and I didn’t want to confuse her more than she already was. My princess needed her space.
But I was a greedy son of a bitch.
I leaned down and kissed her. My heart beat increased when I traced the soft fullness of her lips. I pressed my teeth over her pillowy bottom lip and bit it, swallowing her gasp and squeezing her ass. Her hands found purchase on the lapels of my suit as I pulled her closer, kissing her deeper and angling my head to fuck her mouth with my tongue.
Her little gasps and moans went straight to my dick, and I had half a mind before I threw her on her tiny bed. She gasped, eyes glassy as I lowered my tie, unfastening the top button of my shirt before hovering over her.
Chelsea looked perfect in her pink bed with wide doe eyes when I crawled over her. I kissed the pulsing hollow at the base of her throat and trailed my kisses down her collarbone before biting it. I pressed down on her body, grinding on her thigh like a teenager and wishing I could mark her with my teeth like some kind of ravished animal.
“Tell me who you belong to, Princess,” I said between our kisses and pulled back to see her dilated pupils. I held her wrists and pressed them over her head, pinning them together with one hand and sliding the other underneath her top.
“Tell me,” I growled, cupping her breast over her bra.
She whimpered, arching her chest in my hands, and said, “Y-you.” She gasped when I leaned down and bit her hard nipple through the fabric of her top. “I belong to you, Daddy.”
“That’s right,” I said, softly massaging her tit and glared at her. “You belong to me.”
She nodded, my eyes trailing from her flushed cheeks to her body still covered in clothes. Oh, how I wanted to strip her and pin her down with my weight and have my way with her.
My thoughts took a darker turn. Keep her locked in my penthouse and use her whenever I want.
But the sweet, innocent look in her eyes pulled me back to earth.
Snap out of it, Sean.
I was scaring the poor girl. I had almost turned into a caveman seeing her talk with that kid. I was punishing her for not picking up my calls and coming to Coral Springs without letting me know.
“I should write that down on you so you don’t forget,” I said, still feeling over-protective and looked around to find something. There were sharpies on her desk and I stood up to grab one.
“W-what are you doing?” She asked, eyes widening when I uncapped the pink marker with my teeth and pushed her down on the bed, flipping her top up.
I paused and looked at her. “Where do you want it?”
“Want w-what?” She asked, her voice uneasy. She squirmed underneath my touch, and I remembered her being self-conscious about her breasts.
“Remove your top,” I ordered.
Chelsea didn’t move.
“Princess,” I sighed and stared at her. “If you don’t follow my order, you will regret it later. I won’t be gentle, even if you beg me. So I suggest you behave and be a good girl for Daddy.”
She was processing what I had said and thinking if there was a way to brat about it and not get punished. Which was highly laughable since all the naughty little brats wanted to get punished and fucked.
And my naughty bratty Princess was testing my patience.
I didn’t like choking. I rarely did it and never for a sweet princess. But Chelsea wasn’t being sweet.
I cupped her throat and pinned her on the bed, hovering above her. I enjoyed the way her eyes widened and her hands going straight to my arm.
I lowered my tone and crooned, “My pretty pussy is bleeding, but that won’t stop me from bending you over and fucking you until I make a bloody mess all over your pink bed, Princess.”
Leaning closer, I said, “Or better yet, I’ll just fuckthis…” I cupped her ass and squeezed, “…tight little ass while your mom is wondering why her daughter is taking so long talking to her ex-boyfriend.”
Tears welled in her glassy blue eyes and I pulled away, keeping my eyes pinned on her. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, brat? I’m sure you will.”
She bit her lip and tugged her shirt up, revealing the plain white bra. I kept staring at it and wondering if she’d let me fuck her tits like that becauseholy fucking shit. My balls felt tight seeing her in nothing but a bra and jeans and yet, I wanted to devour?—
Chelsea covered herself with her arms, making me frown.
