That was a face of a devil.
I shook my head.
“Thought so.” He smiled and said without looking in my direction, “My princess is smart.”
Smart, my ass.
I glared at him. At his stupid, handsome face. I was going to make him?—
“Stop glaring at me, darling,” he said. I blinked when he gave me a look and said, “Remember the contract you signed, Princess. You have ten minutes left. Better hurry.”
I took a deep breath and started writing again. I had signed the contract on my first day of working there. I was his responsibility, and he would take care of all my debt, even the loan shark debt of my dad, and in return, I have to spend time with him. I knew he didn’t want any sexual favors—case in point by getting me naked and making me write lines even though he was as hard as a rock—but I wanted sexual favors in return.
I was greedy for him. It felt too easy to rely on him for my financial burden. I wanted him to rely on me too.
Even if it meant playing his naughty brat.
39
A DREAM
CHELSEA
Ifinished writing the lines just in time. My chest heaving with deep breaths and inner thighs wet with arousal. The collar was like a symbol of ownership, but it also made me feel secure.
“Your handwriting is neat,” he said, hovering over the desk and going through the lines. Sean had donned his thin glasses, and he looked deliciously sinful. “Good girl.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, my voice breathless and sultry.
His eyes flickered to me, noting how flushed and turned on I was. Keeping the notepad on the desk, he leaned close, his forearms flexing with veins. Tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, he whispered, “Desperation looks good on you, Princess.”
I nuzzled my cheek in his palm and met his eyes. “I’d look even better with you inside me, Daddy.”
Emotions swirled in his onyx orbs, sexual tension pressing down on my naked skin and making me feel heady. Straightening up, he started removing his belt. My eyes widened, and I got on my knees, unzipping him and stroking him through the boxers.
He groaned, running his hand through my hair. “You’re such a good Princess,” he whispered, his praise igniting my lust as I took him in my mouth. I had forgotten how thick his girth was. But thankfully, he didn’t rush it.
Sean let me enjoy pleasuring him, my head slowly bobbing over his length, my tongue overwhelmed with his manly taste. Just as I was about to relax my throat to take him deep, he pulled me up, his hooded eyes pinned on my face.
I moaned when he leaned down and claimed my lips in a heated kiss. I used to freeze up whenever he kissed me during or after blow-job because of my past experience, but not anymore. I loved how he enjoyed kissing me whenever he wanted.
It made me feel wanted.
“I didn’t suck you off,” I said in between the kisses, which were getting clumsy as he moved towards his desk, which was bigger than mine.
“Your mouth is trouble, Princess,” he groaned, lifting me up in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. “I want to cum inside this pretty cunt. You will let me, yeah?”
I whimpered when he pinned me on the floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the night city. I had no idea how dark it had gotten outside. His hand cupped my sex, the other hand holding the back of my neck. I nodded, my cheek pressed against the cold glass.
“Please, put it in, Daddy,” I moaned, pushing my hips back to have him inside me.
“God, I fucking love it when you beg for me, Princess,” he said, his body pressing over my back. I could feel the fabric of his shirt and pants on my naked skin when his cock rubbed over my slicked entrance.
“Relax for me, sweet girl.” His voice was breathless. His lips brushed over my shoulder, making me shiver. My clammy palms slid over the glass, my hot breath fogging it.
The view of the night lights over the city was incredible, but I couldn’t focus more with the haze of lust blinding my vision. A soft moan escaped my lips when he slid in, the thickness of his length slowly filling me up before slamming inside me.
I cried out, tip-toeing on my toes to soften his thrust, but he held me down, his fingers digging into my hips as he retreated before fucking me. My breasts pressed over the glass with each thrust, my gasps filling the air with his deep grunts.
