Chapter 2

Zara POV

I grabbed onto his suit, and then his neck, while one of his hand pulling my waist closer to his chiseled strong chest.

The other hand, which was on my cheek, descended making a small journey down my neck,

His lips locked on mine, in an aggressive manner.

My legs were open, his knee pressing right between them, my hand went to his belt buckle to play with.

“You’re playing with fire, Zara.”

“Maybe I want to be burn, daddy.”

His eyes flashed and then I’m being yanked, his hands guiding my legs to lock around his waist. My arms naturally moved to rest on his shoulders for balance, as he carried me to the bed.

He dropped me onto the bed, my hair splaying out.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, now.” He said,

“I do.” As soon as the word leaves my mouth, my cheeks burn with embarrassment. But I’m too horny and drunk to resist this hotness personified.

I’m practically on fire at point, to care much.

And that was all he needs.

I’m unprepared when he grabs the backs of my calves and yanks me towards him. A surprised “oh” escapes me at the sensation of his erection bumping into my pelvis.

I can’t tell what feels better, the heat of his cock or the way his fingers skim up my bare legs.

He leans over me, drawing my knees up higher and spreading my legs from the angle. I dig my back into the mattress and stare up at him in anticipation.

“The word ‘stop’ has no impact on me. Use the word ‘Red’ instead.”

Holy shit!

He’s isn’t playing around.

“I understand.” I nod, speaking past the way my pulse races in my throat.

“Now, spread those legs.”

Oh good lord. I almost moan. He lowered my panties until he took it off and his right hand, went up caressing my pussy.

At this point, all I could pay attention to is the feeling of his hand on my sex.

I reached forward caressing his fully erect member, I gasped in awe. I didn’t expect this size, long, thick and hard.. too hard, that my brain could hardly process it.

“It looks like you already came, that’s how wet you are.” He observes in a monotone voice.

I swore, I choked on my breath.

A cry left my lips as his cold fingers pinched on both my nipples. He pulled my already riled up dress over my head and my breast bounced free.

He pulled me up and bend me over, so my face was now pressing against the bed. He grips my hips and pull them up higher against his cook, I arched my back further.

I can feel the heat of his cock directly, I’m completely naked before him while he’s still clothed.

Am I being too much of a slut right now? About to have a one night stand with a stranger in a club. I quickly shook my head inwardly, pushing that thought aside.

“Look at you, desperation leaking out of you.” He chuckled, referring to the wetness between my legs.

I blushed harder.

A hard spank landed on my butt, I yelped in surprise.

“Good Lord.” I gasped, as the wave of the aftermath pleasure hits me.

“You like that?” He asked, voice restrained. He spanked me again, this time I was prepared for the pleasure.

I moan, the sensation trickled my pussy up to my stomach. I haven’t been handled with such aggression and tenderness together.

“That shoots straight to my dick.” He groaned.

He went over the nightstand, open the drawer and retrieves a condom and lazily tosses the foil beside me. His hands go to unbutton and unbelt his trouser and push them down his thigh.

My stare follows, drifting down and landing on his cock when it springs out, hard, thick and bigger than what I felt earlier.

He’s going to stretch me so damn wide.

My breaths pick up as I watch him wrap one hand around his dick, pumping it up and down. His hand is big enough that his fingers meet where they fist around his cock.

He came back behind me, taking my wrists together high up on my back, naturally making me arch my ass out. He took out his silk tie, and round it around my wrists to bind them together.

“I don’t fuck gentle, I’ll fuck you like I own you, like my personal plaything.” I feel the fast pace of his hot breath on my ear.

I shouldn’t feel so painful turned on by words but I do. I want exactly what he’s saying. I feel his hands tighten, that’s when he slams into me.

“Fuck!” I gasp in shock. I’m stretched so wide it burns. I bury my face into the bed and try to catch my breath, trying to relax so that my body will accept him.

“Shit. Shit.” I’ve never been so full and I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Jesus fuck.” I hear him grunt. His harsh panting is the only sound in this room louder than me. “Even this wet you’re gaddamn tight.”

I can’t answer. Not when I’m so focused on how deep he feels inside me. There’s so much of him I can’t think straight.

“Relax, Zara,” He instructs. “You can handle it.”

I nod and find some twisted solace in his words. They actually help me calm down a little and my body stops tensing so much. The Walls of my pussy pulse but this time with pleasure.

“There.” He approves in a husky voice when I relax against him. He slides out and slams back in, eliciting groans from both of us. His hand tightens in my hair as he starts moving in and out of me at a controlled pace. “Fuck, daddy.”

He isn’t pounding into me which I appreciate. Instead he tortures me with controlled strokes that aren’t too fast or slow.

“Oh Hod,” I moan when he rolls his hips, hits a spot in me so sensitive that my knees buckle. If I wasn’t on the bed I’d have fell.

His hand comes down on my ass and i moan again. “Fucking louder.”

That’s when he goes faster. Gradually, his thrusts become shorter and harder and anticipation makes me tighten all over. He grabs one of my leg and lifts it up, opening me wider to him.

If I thought he felt deep bed, it nothing compared to this.

“Oh!” I curl my fingers into my palms, tugging at the tie that holds my hands captive behind my back. “Please, daddy. Oh, daddy. More.”

“Greedy fucking slut.”

His weight comes down on my back before his hand comes shooting past me and grabbing the other edge of the bed. He doesn’t go any faster but he fucks me harder. I leap forward inch by inch each time his hips slap against my ass.

My toes curl into the bed when the familiar sensation of an orgasm approaches.

“I’m coming.” I gasped.

“Let me see your face as I make you cum.” He rips the mask off my face. “Eyes on me, Bella.”

I turned my face slightly for him to get a view as orgasm breaks through and rocks through me.

“Oh my Hod!” My orgasm hits me hard. I’m shaking all over and coming harder than I ever have, unable to stop trembling from head to toe.

“Fuck!” He jerks his hips into me one part time and then I feel the inside of me grows warmer when he comes into the condom. He thrusts, once, twice and keeps his hips pressed against me as he groans deep in his throat. “God fucking damn it.”

I rest my cheeks against the bed when my orgasm finishes, I stay there with my eyes closed and try like hell to catch my breath. I’ve never been fucked like that and even though we just finished. I already want more.

This is so bad.

I feel the weight of him disappear off my back, he loses the tie off my wrists.

“There’s cash in the drawer, take it on your way out.” He said, before I could process what he just said, he had disappeared into the bathroom.

What the hell?!