MasukMy mind was clouded by the lust and pleasure that I was getting from him. The desire was so strong, It was so hard for me to not shiver under his touch, his big hand squeezing my soft skin.
His breath gave a spark to my heated body. "Please..." I moaned, roaming my hand on his silky hair while he was sucking my nipples. Licking it with his tongue, teasing my other nipple with his fingers. "Sure baby" popped . He left my nipple making them red like a cherry. "My heaven is awaiting me" He packed my lips, going down he spread my legs. "So beautiful" He inhaled me. He licked my closed wall, making me shiver. I was shaking under his touch. He gave a peck before he took a big lick off my close wall making me squirm, his grip tightens on my inner thighs to make me in place. "Just feel baby," He said, digging his face in between my leg. I sucked for breath when he started sucking me, playing with my clitoris, and giving licks to my core. "Daddy it's too much", I moaned, feeling something churn inside my stomach. It feels like I need to pee. "Please leave, I will pee anytime" I breathed out, wiggling in his grip. I would rather not embarrass myself. I have felt how it feels to come, but it was different, I have never experienced it before. "Baby, just," he said , looking at me. "Daddy it's pee," I said, taking a breath. "Just come for me," he said again, licking me and sucking me, unable to control more. I come hard in his mouth. I felt something warm coming out of me, and he lapped all the liquid, licking his lips as he looked at me. "Delicious princess," He said, coming to my mouth. "Thank you, daddy," I said, taking a breath, and he smiled before placing his lips on me, giving me a taste of myself. "Now it's time to be inside you" he left my lips, settling himself between my legs. "Happy birthday," he said, thrusting inside me. I had already clinched the bedsheet tightly but it was so painful, and I cried out when he just entered inches into me, feeling dividing me into two parts. He slowly went inside playing with my boobs and rolling my nipples to make sure I didn't feel pain but still, I was feeling him tearing me in two parts. "Just a little more princess," he said, thrusting completely. "Mine" He roared, completely entering me like a wolf who has got his mate for the first time. Unknowingly I started moving my hips, it feels good. I felt the pain getting replaced with pleasure by moving my hips. "Princess..." Daddy warned against thrusting inside me and soon pleasure took the place of pain. I was feeling like I was in a cloud-looking sky. He was kissing me while thrusting at me again and again. I felt again churn something inside me and I know I am going to come hard, and come again screaming his name. He was still ravishing me, thrusting inside me. My warm liquid shattered on his cock. My heartbeat thumping like I have run a Marathon. "I am coming baby," he said, shooting his seed inside me and giving his warm liquid flowing in me, and he kissed me hard. It was my first time, but he spent the whole night ravishing my body with his needs. I was not complaining, it feels so good giving myself to my Daddy. James / Daddy POV I woke up and was about to stretch myself, but my gaze fell on the girl dozing in my arms, my princess. She was sleeping peacefully in my arms, her wavy blond block cascading everywhere on the pillow. Her naked self doing magic on me. I wanted to take her one more time. I was feeling happy and content, making her mine, caging her in my trap. I untangled myself before giving a peck on her parted lips. I had worked out so many things for us, and I was going to enjoy every second. Besides, I knew she wore that bikini to seduce me and I had previously planned to make a move on the trip and make her mine. Her innocent step gave me an opportunity. I already arranged everything when we started planning for the Hawaii trip. I had stopped sleeping with anyone when I got to know my plan was working and Rose was slowly coming to my web where I can trap her for her whole life. When I adopted her, my only goal was once she completed her twenty birthday I will take all the money her father once had now I’m banging her. James exhaled slowly through his nose, his broad chest rising and falling as he propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at her. His tailored shirt, what was left of it lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, the crisp white shirt discarded somewhere near the leather armchair where Ella’s clothes had been tossed hours ago. The black boxers he still wore did little to hide the way his cock twitched, already stirring back to life despite the marathon they’d just put it through. His fingers traced idle patterns over the dip of her waist, the pad of his thumb brushing the lace trim of her thigh-high boots where they still clung to her legs, the leather warm from her skin. The scar on his jaw,old, faint, but impossible to miss itched under her touch as she dragged a fingernail along it, slow and deliberate, like she was memorizing the ridge of it. You’re thinking too loud,” Ella murmured, her voice rough from screaming his name. She shifted, rolling onto her side to face him, the movement making her breasts press together, the nipples still hard and flushed dark from his mouth. The ripped knees of her jeans dug into the mattress, the denim clinging to her thighs where it had been yanked halfway down in their last frenzied round. Her beauty mark just above the arch of her left eyebrow twitched as she smirked, her gaze dropping to the growing bulge in his boxers. “Or maybe that’s not your brain doing the thinking.”A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.”A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement.“Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance.“Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”James. The name, a cold shard of ice, pierced through the fog of her disorientation. This wasn’t random. This was connected to him. Her affair, the dangerous game she played, had finally caught up to her. The realization settled in her gut, a heavy, sickening weight.“What do you want?” She forced the words out, her breath catching.“That’s for the boss to say,” the higher voice retorted. “You just sit tight.”Days bled into each other, marked only by the shifting shadows beneath her blindfold and the sporadic appearances of her captors. Food, bland and unappetizing, was shoved i
She arrived at Aria’s apartment, a small, vibrant space filled with books and art, a stark contrast to the elegant, controlled order of James’s house. Aria greeted her with a warm hug, her eyes, sharp and perceptive, instantly scanning Ella’s face.“Hey, El! You look… tired.” Aria pulled her into the living room, gesturing to the overflowing coffee table. “I made your favorite.”Ella managed a weak smile, sitting carefully on the edge of the sofa. “Thanks. Long week.” She kept her head slightly averted, hoping the soft lighting and her careful makeup would hide the discoloration.Aria poured them both coffee, her movements fluid and graceful. “Tell me about it. Classes are insane. But you know, I was thinking about what we talked about last time…”“Oh, Aria,” Ella interrupted quickly, trying to steer the conversation away. “It’s fine. Everything’s fine. James has just been busy with work.”Aria paused, her coffee cup halfway to her lips. Her gaze sharpened, focusing on Ella’s
“You are mine, Ella. Understand that.” His voice was a low growl, a promise and a threat. He didn’t wait for an answer, his mouth descending again, this time trailing down her jaw, tasting the faint salt of her tears. He reached her bruised cheek, his lips brushing over the tender skin, a bizarre combination of apology and assertion.His hands moved, deftly unbuttoning her blouse, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending goosebumps dancing across her flesh. She shivered, a mix of fear and arousal. He pushed the fabric from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a silken heap. Her bra followed, and her breasts, heavy and sensitive, spilled into his waiting palms. He cupped them, his thumbs circling her nipples, which instantly hardened into tight peaks.“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, a stark contrast to the harsh words of the previous night. He lowered his head, his mouth closing over one engorged nipple, suckling deeply. A gasp escaped her
Tears pricked at her eyes, blurring his sharp features. “My gratitude? I am grateful, James, but I’m not a servant. I’m a person. I thought we had something real.”“Real?” He dropped his hand, his expression hardening. “What’s real, Ella, is the roof over your head. The food in your mouth. The opportunities I provide. That’s real. Your romantic fantasies are not.” He turned away, picking up his glass again. “Perhaps a reminder is in order.” He rarely spoke to her directly, preferring to issue commands or dismiss her efforts with a wave of his hand. The vibrant, passionate man from Paris had vanished, replaced by a rigid, demanding overlord.Ella tried to talk to him, to penetrate the icy wall he had erected. She chose a quiet evening, after dinner, when he was reading in the study. She poured two glasses of his favorite Scotch, hoping the gesture might soften him.She approached his armchair cautiously, the soft lamplight illuminating the tension in his shoulders. “James,” she
Aria sighed, a hint of frustration in her expression. “Maybe. I just I worry about you, El. You’ve been through so much. And he’s… well, he’s a lot older, and he’s your guardian. It’s just… complicated.”“It’s not complicated,” Ella insisted, a touch of irritation creeping into her voice. “It’s perfectly straightforward. He’s a good friend to my family, and he’s looking out for me. End of story.” She knew she was pushing too hard, but she couldn’t back down. Not now. The thought of Aria, or anyone, knowing the truth, sent a wave of icy fear through her.Aria studied her for another long moment, her dark eyes still holding that unshakeable concern. Finally, she relented, though a flicker of doubt remained in her gaze. “Okay, okay. If you say so.” She pushed her empty espresso cup away. “Just… be careful, El. Promise me.”Ella managed a weak smile. “I’m always careful, Aria. You know me.” The lie felt like ash on her tongue. Careful was the last thing she had been. With James, sh
Ella turned, a wide smile breaking across her face. Aria, a whirlwind of bright colors and boundless energy, was practically sprinting towards her, her long, dark hair streaming behind her. Aria, her best friend since kindergarten, the one person who knew her better than anyone, even if she didn’t know everything Aria launched herself at Ella, a bone-crushing hug that momentarily stole her breath. “I missed you so much! Paris, huh? You lucky bitch!” She pulled back, her dark eyes sparkling with excitement. “Spill. Every. Single. Detail!!!!!!!!!!”Ella laughed, a genuine, unburdened sound. “It was amazing, Aria. Truly.” She linked arms with her friend, pulling her towards their favorite coffee spot, a small, bustling café tucked away in a quiet corner of the campus. “You would have loved it. The shopping, oh my god, the shopping!”They settled into a booth by the window, the aroma of roasted beans filling the air. Ella ordered a latte, Aria a triple espresso, her usual fue







