Page 105 of Destined for the Devil
"You read my mind." He lifted an eyebrow and reached over the side of the couch to present me with a square box, wrapped with his signature black ribbon.
Filled with anticipation, I downed my champagne and ripped the box open to find a choker.Daddy’s Angelwas engraved on the side. My pulse quickened when I imagined it around my neck, Roman threading his tattooed finger through the ring.
Breathing through my arousal, I placed it around my neck, the feeling of the cool leather tingling my insides.
"You like?" I asked slyly, and just like I’d fantasized, he slowly reached for it, hooking his finger into the ring and pulling me closer to him. My hips moved on their own, grinding down against him as he breathed me in, slow and possessive. Every brush of his hands against my thighs set offsparks.
“I like…” he drawled as he looked me over lazily, my tiny lace panties soaked simply from his intense stare. It became hot and sweaty within seconds, and I mentally patted myself on the back for picking this home outfit—a short, flowy dress that allowed his hands to travel my hips and ass unrestrained.
A thought crossed my mind—hebelongedto me. Not like lovers belong to each other. More like all of his body, mind, and spirit were at my command. He may have dominated in the bedroom, but it was only because I ruled over him. I could ask him for anything in the world, and he would do it for me. He had all of my trust.
Unable to take the tease any longer, I dove into him, planting hungry kisses on his tattooed neck and feeling his cock harden. I rubbed my pussy right over the soft material of his sweatpants, reveling in the sight of my hand against his inked skin.
“Tie me up, Daddy,” I pleaded into his neck, knowing that he wouldobey.
Roman passed me the bottle of champagne with a knowing look and swept me up into his arms, heading upstairs. I clung to his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, the heat building between us with every step.
He didn’t speak a word, simply set me down on the edge of the bed, and ripped that little dress off in one fluid motion, leaving me in the black lacy lingerie I picked out for him.
His gaze roamed slowly over my body; his little smile filled with admiration. The atmosphere charged with lust, his blue eyes stared into mine when he leaned down and licked up my collarbone, soft, slow, sensual, like a tease to what was coming—none of that.
Down my chest, his tongue trailed toward my overexposed breasts, and he tugged on the material with his teeth until a nipple slipped free. He repeated the motion on the other side, making the lingerie obsolete.
His breath was hot, his touch reverent, and I let out a relaxed sigh as his arms snaked around my thighs. “Drink,” he murmured, standing on his knees in front of me, bringing the champagne bottle to my lips.
I took a large sip, but before I could down it, he gently guided me down, positioning my head over the edge of the bed. “Now swallow.”
The bubbles fizzed down my throat against the force of gravity, the effects of the alcohol hitting fast. Cold liquid spilled on my stomach, and I gasped loudly, adding to the inebriation. Roman’s mouth was on me immediately—hot, eager, his tongue lapping the liquid from my bellybutton.
The contrast of the chilled champagne and his feverish mouth sent shivers all over me, making me crave more.
As if reading my mind, Roman grabbed the back of my head and lifted it only slightly, pouring more champagne into my mouth. Quickly, he let my head drop, giving me no choice but to swallow upside down again.
It was like lightning running through my veins. My brain was light, my body loose, all of me burning with heat. That choker was still around my neck, pressing into my skin just how I’d imagined.
My head spun in a most delectable way, and Roman pulled me up, the dim lights of my room suddenly flashing so bright in my eyes. “Get on your knees…moya devochka.”
I obeyed without question, getting onto my knees on the bed. With calm confidence, he picked up the cuffs I gifted him and secured them around my wrists first and then my ankles. The leather strained just slightly, and he stepped back to admire his work, giving me a chance to figure out how I felt about this.
Restrained just enough. Just the way I wanted. Enough to be used, to belong. He could do whatever he wanted. My head buzzed without respite, but I refocused on him, my tits popping out of the bra, all of my body thrumming with desire.
He undressed slowly, slipping off his black t-shirt and sweatpants as if teasing, letting me hungrily devour the sight. He stood naked in front of me, and I could barely catch my breath from the sight.
The man had the body of a god and the soul of the devil.
Giving me a chance to enjoy it, his hand wrapped around his cock, and he stroked it slowly, watching me. But suddenly he took a quick step closer and commanded, “Open your mouth.” His voice was low, leaving no room for questions.
I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue, keeping my eyes on his blue ones. He pushed in, sliding his beautiful, thick cock on my tongue and down my throat. My lips stretched around him, and his hand gripped the back of my head, forcing me forward until I gagged.
No longer a gentleman like our first time together. And that’s exactly how I wanted it.
I tried to pull back and alleviate the sensation, but Roman didn’t let me, holding my head in place and forcing my throat to accommodate his size. Ugh, fuck, that’s what I wanted—to fucking choke on it.
Like always, he gave me false rest and pulled out for a mere second, letting my saliva drip off the tip of his cock. “Show me your tongue, Angel.”
Panting, I did as he asked, waiting for his next move. And it didn’t fucking disappoint. Roman slapped his dick on my tongue—hard, rough, obscene, and damn delicious. “Look at you.” His tone darkened, and I arched my back without thinking, just as he shoved himself inside my mouth again. “That’s right…choke on it, baby. You’re such a filthy whore for Daddy.”
His words zinged in my mind, and his hand pressed into my shoulder, holding me in place. He was strong, and I loved to belong.
