Her eyes had turned hazy with lust, and she shook her head. “I shouldn’t want you, but I can’t stop thinking about how I do.” She unzipped my black jeans and pulled my cock from them to stroke it. Her gaze was serious as she murmured, “Plus, if you wanted me dead, I would already be.”
“You’re drunk.” Someone had to be the responsible one and stop how far this was going.
“Am I though? Three shots over three hours’ time isn’t enough to make my inhibitions disappear. You drink before you sped over here?” She kept her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it to get all the answers from me she wanted.
“I could have been black-out wasted and I’d still have sped over here to stop you from dancing with another man. I told you not to make me come drag you home at midnight because you’re too busy dancing with men you think are princes.”
“I said I wanted a knight.” She smirked at me. “Glad you could deliver on that.”
“I’ll deliver killing a man too, Mia. You’re pushing me too far.”
“Too far for an employee?” She lifted a brow.
“Fuck me.” I groaned. “That’s all you should be. But you’re not. You’re upending what I thought I should be for my daughter, what I thought I should be for a woman, and what I thought I should be for myself. I’m not a good man, Mia. I won’t commit to you, won’t treat you well, and will put a lot before you.” I swallowed down the fear that I was starting to feel that she might not accept it.
“Who’s saying I’m asking for that?”
“You should be asking for it all.”
“Because I’m a ‘darling teacher’? What if I told you I didn’t want to be? What if I told you I just wanted this between us right now? I’m on birth control and get tested.” She pumped my cock hard, and I growled at her words.
“You’re tempting a man that isn’t used to restraint.”
“Show me, then.”
“I’m not a good enough man to stop you, Mia.”
“I’m not asking you to.” She inched closer, and then she murmured that she just wanted the tip. “I just want to feel you. Nothing more.”
“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing.”
“Isn’t that what we do? Play dangerous games and hope to win.”
She nudged my cock into her entrance, and I let her. I wasn’t proud of it, but it didn’t matter. I was under her control, not mine anymore, even as I ground my teeth together and tried to hold back. “Only the tip, Darling,” I told her.
A victorious smile whipped across her face as she played with the head of my cock for another few seconds before shifting forward to guide me into her entrance. The heat of her body on mine, the silk of her pussy sliding over me, and the feeling of her tight cunt enveloping the head of my cock was enough to pushme over the edge. I groaned into her neck. “Fuck, baby. You’re tight.”
She wiggled to adjust and then moved down on my shaft fast, trying to take more of me. I hissed at her attempt to fuck me, to ride my cock the way I wanted her to, and it took everything for me to not grip her hips and roughly take her.
With another woman, I would have.
With anyone but the woman who owned me.
It was barely half of my cock inside her, but she gasped, and I saw how she realized that she hadn’t taken nearly as much as she thought she had. I growled into her ear, “Just the tip, huh?”
She glanced up at me, and the blush on her cheeks made me want to see it everywhere. It took all I had to pull out of her, but I did. I needed the control back, needed my sanity intact too. I yanked her off the railing to whip her around, then I bent her over the iron and lifted her dress. “You’re a terrible listener for a teacher, Ms. Darling.”
She wiggled on the railing and looked back at me, whining, “It was still just the tip, Jameson. You’re bigger than I’ve ever taken, so …”
“Just the tip or not, darling Mia, you’ve earned this punishment. Now, be a good little darling and take it.”
She didn’t have a thing to say to that. She moaned and rolled her hips into my hand as I massaged her ass cheek before I smacked it. Over and over. I loved hearing her gasp and then moan. Gasp and moan.
Her pussy was dripping, soaking, swelling just for me. She wanted my cock enough to whimper and beg for it. But first, Mia Darling had to understand who she could dance with, who she would listen to, and who would punish her. She was looking out at the city lights, but I needed her. “Everyone can see you up here getting spanked, Mia. They can see that I own you, and they don’t care. You know why?”
She was panting as she turned to glance back at me, her eyes hazy with lust.
“Because I own this city and everyone in it, including you.”
