Page 95 of Deliah
I smiled, nervous, a little defiant. “Don’t do that. It’s Versace.” That was my second mistake.
His jaw clenched, and without another word, he turned me around and yanked the zipper with such force it split down the middle. The fabric tore like paper. I gasped as the silky dress fell to the floor in a ruined heap.Oh shit.
“Kneel.”
“What? Here?”
“Yes, Deliah. Kneel. Now.”
My breath caught, but I obeyed, slowly lowering myself to my knees right there in the entryway, the cool marble floor biting against my bare skin.
“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling his belt free with one hand, undoing his trousers with the other.
He pulled his cock out, already thick and hard. I barely had time to react before he stepped closer, guiding it to my lips. Without hesitation, I took him in, my mouth parting aroundhim, the familiar taste making my thighs clench. He didn’t ease me into it; he gripped the back of my head and pushed in deeper, controlling the rhythm, setting the pace. I gagged slightly, but he didn’t stop.
“That mouth,” he growled. “Only thing that should’ve been running tonight.”
His hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place while he used me. I moaned around him, soaking wet, humiliated, and turned on beyond belief.
“Get up,” he said suddenly, pulling out and wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “I’m not even close to finished with you.”
Before I could catch my breath, he hauled me up and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed, half laughing, half terrified, as he carried me through the villa, past the hallway, straight into the bedroom. He dropped me onto the bed like a rag doll.
“Hands above your head.”
I obeyed. Again. He grabbed the cuffs already hooked to the headboard; he’d left them there from the last time. He clipped them to my wrists, securing me in place, completely vulnerable and exposed. He climbed between my legs, spreading me open with deliberate force.
“Now,” he said darkly. “Let’s fix that attitude.”
His mouth was on me before I could even brace for it, tongue merciless, lips hungry. He licked and sucked, teased and tormented, bringing me right to the edge of orgasm… and then pulled away. I whimpered.
“Did I say you could come?”
“No, Daddy…”
“Then keep that sweet little body under control.”
He edged me again. And again. Until I was begging, writhing, panting, completely undone.
“Say it,” he demanded, fingers teasing just where I needed them most.
“Say what?” I gasped.
“Say you’re sorry for disrespecting me.”
“I’m sorry!” I moaned. “I’m so sorry.”
“Louder.”
“I’m sorry! Please, please…”
He thrust two fingers into me, curling just right, and my back arched off the bed.
“Good girl,” he murmured against my inner thigh. “You’re going to be good for me next time, aren’t you?”
“Yes! I will!”
“No more snapping at me in public?”
