Page 66 of Honey, Honey
“I want you to fuck me.”
Law’s eyes darkened and the smile he aimed at me was soft and sweet as anything I’d seen in my life. I think it was easily the softest thing I’d ever seen in the city. New York was a place not prone to soft or kind, but it did have its beauty. And when it offered that beauty it was rare and precious.
Law was the most precious thing I had ever been offered by New York.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
He came forward then, moving close until he was beside me and I breathed in deep, taking in his scent with a barely restrained moan of happiness. He smelled like sage and sandalwood, warm, clean and woodsy. “Remember your safe word, princess,” he said, reaching out and tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Yes, sir.”
He cupped my face for a second before he moved in and kissed me. The kiss was slow and gentle, the mirror of the smile I’d been so transfixed by, and when I opened my mouth to him he deepened it, taking my mouth with a groan. I reached for him, hands burying in his hair, fingers twisting in the strands as I pulled him closer to me. Law’s tongue moved along my bottom lip, tasting me before it met mine. His arms wrapped tight around me and he pulled me up and into his lap, the sides of my robe falling open and baring my breasts to him. Law broke our kiss, leaning back to look at me, his blue eyes moving slowly over my face.
The hand at my face moved, fingers lightly skimming my cheek before gently cupping it. My eyes closed and I leaned into his hand, turning my head when Law bent forward to whisper in my ear. “This is how I’m going to do it, princess.”
I licked my bottom lip, eyes still closed, my body sinking further into Law’s hold with each and every second he described what he was going to do to me. Each and every word setting my body on fire. The lust Law inspired in me growing and taking root, until all I could think of was touching him.
“I’m going to tie you down,” he told me, rough fingers tensing on my jaw. He turned his head and his lips brushed against the shell of my ear. I shivered, breath starting to come quicker with the thrill of excitement moving through me. “Your sweet body open and ready for me to do what I want with it.”
I leaned forward and rested my forehead against him, just at the curve where his neck and shoulder met. “Where?” I whispered, breath catching. “Where are you going to tie me down?” I asked, pressing my palms flat against his broad shoulders.
“The bed, to the corners. I want tie you down and touch every fucking part of you before I fuck you.” The arm around my waist tightened with his words, the crook of it pressed to the small of my back, arching my back and forcing me closer to him. “I want to worship you. Are you going to let me do that?”
I sucked in a breath at the tantalizing image. I could see it now, my hands tied down, above my head, Law’s big body moving over mine, mouth, tongue and hands covering me from head to toe. “I want that.”
“I know,” he said, voice all sugared confidence that made my clit ache. “And I have a surprise for you.”
I opened my eyes and sat up straighter, lifting my head from his shoulder. “A surprise?”
“The flogger, princess.”
My fingers tensed on his shoulders, breath leaving my body in a whoosh and the ache in my clit turned into an all out sweet throbbing. “I want that too,” I told him.
“I know, princess.” His lips turned up in a grin. “It was all over your face in the Great Room. I know you want me to use it on you. You crave the bite of the leather on your skin, don’t you?”
I nodded. “Yes, but…” My voice trailed off and I raised my eyes to meet Law’s gaze. He was watching me closely, and when I bit my lip instead of answering him he gave my thigh a squeeze. The dig of his fingers into my skin had my attention, so did the underlying growl I heard in his voice when he asked, “But what?”
“I want it from you. It wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t you holding the flogger,” I told him. Law’s hand on my thigh tightened, fingers pressing harder and I bit my lip. I shifted, pushing my hips closer to him, and dropped a hand to lay over the hand at my thigh. “I want your marks on my skin. Your cock in my pussy.”
“Princess,” Law growled. He leaned in, claiming my mouth with a kiss, and when he pulled back I knew it was time. His back was drawn up, spine tall and muscles coiled and ready like a notched arrow in a bow ready to be let loose. Hi blue eyes showed no hint of the man that laughed for me. Instead, there was an intense focus that told me he was ready to go forward, but he wouldn’t. Not before I told him I was ready.
I took in a deep inhalation and let it out, shoulders rising and falling, my breath warm and fanning against his tattooed skin. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
The change was instantaneous. Law’s hands on my body began to move and he lifted me up again, drawing himself up onto his knees, our bodies pressing together for a moment before he was forcing me back onto the bed.
“I want you on your back. Arms above your head, feet pointed towards the corners of the bed. Now.”
I went back but I took my sweet time, the slow exaggerated movements eating up precious seconds while Law moved off the bed. He came to stand beside the bed and cross his arms, watching me slowly shift into place.
“You’re taking too long, princess.”
I smirked at him, enjoying being at the center of Law’s world. When we were like this nothing and no one else existed. Not for either of us. This was our world. The room, the bed, the limit and span of our bodies and the space between us.
This was it.
It was all that we needed.
Law tilted his head to the side, watching me with a slightly pinched look on his face. A look that only got me going, the excitement I was feeling spreading through my body until I felt dizzy from it.
