“Why thank you, Mia.” He rakes his fingers through his beard and growls. “I do appreciate that.”
“Just want to make sure you’re comfortable, daddy-o.”
His eyes bug out when I call him that, and I cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing out loud. That was probably a little too cheeky, and maybe even a bit messed up. I’ve never much been one for the daddy kink, it was never my thing. It still isn’t, but teasing Dominic like this is fun, knowing he’s getting soworked up that I know exactly what he’ll do once we’re alone in the suite.
“The launch party starts at 8,” I say, gazing out the window. “We have a little bit of time before we have to get ready. Do you want to do some sight-seeing?”
“I’ve been here before,” Dom mutters.
“Of course, you’re probably tired, aren't you?” I smile sweetly and pat his arm. “We can rest before we get ready then.”
Dominic’s face is like thunder, a mix of simmering lust and sheer frustration. It’s just way too much fun, and when we pull up outside the George Cinq, he retrieves our bags so fast, the driver barely has time to react. We check in, and I make small talk with the receptionist in my broken French.
With a huff, Dominic puts an arm around my shoulders and forces a smile at the receptionist. “Excusez-moi, main nous devons y aller.”
I look up at him with wide eyes. “You speak French so well!”
“Je parle couramment, ma chère,” he murmurs, and gives me a crooked smile. “Now, can we go upstairs?”
“Of course.” I follow obediently as the porter takes our bags, which Dominic swiftly sweeps off the trolley.
“Je peux me débrouiller, merci. A quel étage?” Dominic asks, and the porter blinks at him in surprise.
“Eh, le septime etage, monsieur.” The porter watches us get into the elevator, and stands there wordlessly as the doors close.
I suppress a giggle, and Dominic gives me a side-glance.
“You’re asking for it, you know,” he mutters. “Lucky there’s cameras in here.”
“So lucky, or I’m sure I’d be really getting it, wouldn’t I?” I toss my hair and grin at him, then sigh theatrically. “Such a shame we’ll be in separate rooms, isn’t it? Oh well.”
The elevator dings, and Dominic storms ahead of me, stopping short at the door of my room when he realises I havethe keys. I saunter down the corridor, and take my time opening the door. I sweep into the room, with its spectacular view of the Eiffel Tower, and sigh.
“Oh Dominic, look at this view!” I walk over to the window, taking off my coat and throwing it onto the chair. “Right on the Eiffel Tower!”
The door slams, and heavy footsteps stride across the room towards me. Suddenly, Dominic’s arms are around my waist, his mouth at my throat.
“We’re never taking the train again,” he says, pressing himself against my back. “That was torture.”
“Maybe it was just foreplay?” I close my eyes and smile as he cups my breast in his hand. “It certainly seems to have gotten you in the mood.”
“You get me in the mood.” He pulls my knitted dress up over my head, leaving me in my underwear and warm tights. “Driving me crazy like that, calling me fucking daddy-o in the car.” He pushes me over the back of the couch, and yanks down my tights and panties. “Fucking bad girl.”
“Oh, the dirty talk is finally coming out,” I say with a throaty laugh, which is quickly covered by a gasp as he spits on my pussy.
“You have no idea.”
There’s a sound of a zipper, and I tense as I wait for his sweet intrusion. He barely takes a second to crown my entrance before he plunges all the way inside me, and I throw my head back at the sensation.
“Oh!” I cry out, and then he starts to fuck me at an almost violent pace, his strokes deep and hard. I hiss out a breath through gritted teeth. “Oh, fuck.”
He slows a little, his hands digging into my hips. “That whole fucking trip here, I was thinking about this sweet little cunt.”He groans softly. “You’re so wet. You were thinking of me too, weren’t you?”
A strained laugh escapes my throat. “Of course I was. Watching you squirm like that, knowing you wanted me.” I moan as he slams his hips into me again.
“You’re a fucking little tease,” he says, and resumes that jaw-shattering pace.
I claw my fingers into the couch, gazing up at the Eiffel Tower. I never thought I’d be looking at that sight while stretched around Dominic’s cock. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh fills the room, and Dom groans.
