Princely Passions 1(114)

Dominic pulls one hand down to trace down the side of my body, the other one still holding up my hands. My wrists are clamped together in his hold. My whole body is wound so tight with the ways he’s touching me. I know we’re going to fuck, soon, and just the thought of him inside me is driving me wild with desire. My breathing goes shallow and my mind is fuzzy. I suck in my lower lip and look into his eyes.

Those eyes of his are sharp, piercing, so sensual I could drown in them. Melting before him, I love the way he looks at me with the same intense desire I feel burning through me.

His hand sweeps over my pussy. Even though I’m still wearing clothes and it was just his knuckles grazing over the covered skin, the feeling of him over my pussy makes me inhale so sharply. I’m picturing him deep inside me now. The way Dominic’s fingers felt inside me. The way his cock fills me up. I want all that, and I want it right now. No—I need it.

“I need you so bad, daddy,” I say, releasing my bottom lip to pout at him with a little quiver.

“You want daddy to defile you, baby girl?” Dominic purrs.

We’re in our own little world right now, seducing each other to the absolute point of no return. There’s nothing off limits when we play our little games, and whatever is wrong in the real world is just hotter for being taboo here.

I push my breasts out, arching my back as I do it. “Please daddy, touch me,” I whimper.

The thing is, I’m only sort of putting on an act right now. Because I really, desperately need him to touch me. There’s a fever rushing through my blood and every second his fingers graze over me on my breast, over my stomach, up my forearm, I think I might lose my mind. If I haven’t lost it yet, that is.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Dominic says with a growl. His hand sweeps up to capture a fistful of my hair. He pulls me toward him for a bruising kiss. His mouth crushes mine, lips slamming over mine, his tongue claiming my own with hot velvet between the steam of his kiss. Dominic kisses better than most men fuck. I think that if he kisses me like this for even a few more seconds I might cum right now, and he’s not even in my thong right now.

I try to pull away from the kiss and he won’t let me. His mouth claims me, and he pulls me closer to him.

Moaning into his mouth, I give in to his every desire. After all, those desires are my own. I love the way he takes charge of my body. Really, it's more than that. Dominic’s possessive reign over my body extends to my mind. He seems to know every exact way to bring me maximum pleasure.

Dominic captures my bottom lip between his teeth, grazing it with his own low moan into my mouth. When he pulls back and releases me from the kiss, I struggle to find my breath again.

The taste of him in my mouth lingers and makes me press my lips together. I feel them sore from where he’s touched them, and I like the little reminders of how he’s touched me.

“Your mouth is mine, Daphne,” Dominic says.

His eyes stop my heart for a second, the way they hold me in place.

My wrists are tightened in his grip. “Your hands are mine,” Dominic says. “To hold back or put where I want them.”

How am I supposed to breathe? My eyes dart wildly to his face and my heart flutters. His dominance turns me on so much it almost hurts. He might be hotter than men half his age (and with a ripped body to match his handsome face), and he might be as charming as a British secret agent… But, really, it’s the way he wields his dominance over me that just gets me. Men like him simply don’t exist anymore.

Dominic’s hot breath ghosts over my nipples through my shirt then, and I let out a weak whimper of anticipation. “Your breasts are mine, to bite, suck, or cum all over whenever I like,” he says. I shiver at his words. Though I begin to nod, Dominic grips my jaw and makes me stop and look at him. As if I want to look anywhere else.

“Your pussy is mine to taste and to fuck. Whose pussy is this, Daphne?” His words make me moan and I forget my own name for a second until he says it. I’ve never had anyone say such filthy things to me before. I didn’t even know that they could turn me on this much.

I can’t find my voice for a second. I want to immediately respond to his sensual words with the admission that makes me so hot and so wet I can barely breathe, but I don’t find the words.

Dominic shoves his hand down my panties, through my pants, and his hands are on my clit and so close to my pussy that I yelp out.

Still no answer from me, but I’m trying. I feel like my mind is trying to swim backwards against the current. I can actually feel myself getting wetter, though. I'm loving every second of this. And that’s putting it lightly.