by Rebel Carter
“Fuck, yes.” Honey moaned, her hands moving to grip my arms. She leaned up on her tip toes and kissed me. It was just a quick press of her full lips to mine, but it was good and sweet. Just like her.
“On your knees, princess.” She dropped down to her knees without hesitation, her hands already reaching for me on the way down. I slid my hands in her hair, gathering her dark curls in my hand. “You’re a greedy little girl aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she panted, and then reached out with a hand and began to pump my cock.
I groaned and stretched out, putting a hand against the wall to steady myself. “That’s it, princess. Just like that.” She slid her hand from the tip of my dick to the base, fingers tight on me as she did so. When she hit the base she did it again, her free hand moving to fondle my balls, the pad of her thumb rubbing against my perineum. She moved, using both hands to circle my dick and slid them up and down my throbbing cock, fingers tight on me while she increased speed. My hips began to lazily thrust up into her hands. This felt too good not to move with her and I tightened my grip in her hair, pressing my hand harder against the shower wall. I was surprised the marble didn’t shatter and crack beneath the force I was exerting.
I grunted. “Oh princess.” Honey’s hands on me were good. I knew her mouth would be better.
“Suck me off. Give me your mouth.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Honey lips brushed against the head of dick, my pre-cum mingling with the water on her lips and she sighed happily before she began to bob her head up and down, taking me further into her mouth with each movement. My hips stuttered when she dragged her tongue from the tip of my dick to the base and then back again.
“Fucking hell.”
One of Honey’s hands came up to grip my dick, sliding in time with the slide of her mouth and tongue. Honey moaned, the sound of it vibrating in her throat and my dick. I sucked in a breath when she did it again.
“Princess. Yes, yes.”
She looked up at me, our eyes meeting, and I could see she was happy. The sparkle I’d seen in her eyes when she was bratting shone through her gaze. Fuck she was beautiful. On her knees with my dick down her throat and her moans bouncing off the marble and glass of the shower. She looked absolutely perfect.
She moved closer to me, a hand going to brace herself against the wall, and that was when I felt the change. She had been taking her time, slowly at first and then faster, taking me as far as she could into her. Honey moaned, low and deep and I felt my balls tighten, pulling close against my body in time with Honey’s faster tempo. She stared up at me, her hot little mouth sliding up and down my dick and I knew what she wanted.
“How verbal do you like your Daddy?”
“You want me to cum down your throat don’t you? Stuff you so fucking full of it that you can’t swallow it all, isn’t that right?”
“Very. I like it when he calls me bad names…”
She groaned in pleasure. Of course she liked that.
“You’re my little cock slut, aren’t you?” I pushed away from the wall and tilted her head back slightly with both hands.
Again Honey groaned, her eyes fluttering and I saw she had dipped a hand between her thighs, working her clit over. She was getting off on getting me off. Perfect.
“That’s it, suck your Daddy’s dick like a good little cumslut. I’m going to cum right in your perfect mouth.” I sucked in a deep breath, my eyes glued to where she was playing with herself. Her fingers were sliding and dipping through her folds and I fucking wished it was my hand. “That’s it, touch yourself you dirty slut. But you aren’t going to cum before your Daddy does, are you?”
Honey didn’t answer, her rhythm had fallen off and her eyes had closed. I knew from how fast her hand was moving that she was close. Her head was bobbing up and down my dick, the hair I held in my hand was twisted and gnarled by the shower water. I gave her head a gentle shake and asked my question again. “Are you going to cum before your Daddy?”
Her eyes flew open and she gave a muffled ‘No’, her mouth stuffed full of my cock. It was a beautiful fucking sight. “Good girl. Good little slut.” A deep moan from Honey and when she fell back into a rhythm, my hips met her. I thrust forward, forcing my dick further into her mouth and down her throat until I bottomed out.
“God. Fuck yes, princess. Suck Daddy off.” My hips were erratic, Honey was moving to match it, her hungry mouth sucking me off, tongue sliding like fucking heaven against my cock. I wasn’t going to last. I knew it from the way the ache in my balls had deepened. I had maybe a minute left of this, maybe less. I wanted Honey to cum with me.
“That’s it, rub yourself. Play with your pussy for Daddy to see. Do it faster, baby. Let me see you cum.”
Her hand moved faster, her breathing was labored now, her world was only my dick and the pleasure of her hand. Nothing else fucking mattered.
Nothing.
“Honey, princess, that’s it. Cum with me, princess. Cum with Daddy.” I tensed, holding off the orgasm that was about to fucking knock me on my ass. “Cum with me, princess. Do it, do it. I want you to cum with Daddy in 5…4…”
Honey’s hand was moving faster, the movements were smaller now, her touch focused on her clit.
“3...”
I could do this, I could hold it off to share this with her. I needed to do this with her.
“2…”
“1. Cum with me, princess. Cum with Daddy.” My voice was loud to my own ears. The sound of it was reminiscent of the awful ringing that accompanied gunfire at too close of range, but instead of that pop and then disoriented tinny ringing, it was the spray of the shower and our breathing turning into one mix of white noise.
A strangled cry came from Honey, that beautiful fucking sound was the thing that pushed me over the edge. My body tensed and I looked down at her where she had her thighs clamped tight around her hand, her mouth stuffed full of my cock while she climaxed. I had never seen a more perfect thing.
I came so hard I nearly lost my fucking footing on the wet tiles of the shower. “Princess,” I growled, emptying my balls down her throat. I was true to my word and there was more than she could swallow, the white of my cum dribbling down the side of her mouth while she sagged forward, body shaking against my leg.
We were both still for a second and then I pulled in a deep breath, and then another. When I was steady enough I reached down and pulled her up into my arms. She was wobbling and glassy-eyed, she was going to need a tender touch after this. I ran my thumb alongside her mouth, scooping away the cum that was there and moved to wash it off in the shower but Honey caught my hand with hers to stop me. She leaned in close and licked the cum off my thumb.
“That’s mine,” she whispered, lips still against my thumb.
I bit back a moan and kissed her instead. The taste of me on her lips and tongue kicking my need for her back into high gear. I could feel my dick starting to take interest. It hadn’t even been a full five fucking minutes and I could go another round. This time with her cunt wrapped around my dick, not her mouth.
She was going to be the death of me.
I kissed her again. There were worse ways to go.
Chapter Twenty
HONEY
That’s it, suck your Daddy’s dick like a good little cumslut.
The shower had been...amazing. The grip of Law’s hand in my hair, the way his cock had felt on my tongue, his cum in my mouth. Fuck, it had all been...okay, amazing was a bullshit word, but it was the best I could do right now since I was in a daze. My body felt light and happy, every part of it lit up from inside to the point that I could have been floating for all I knew. If my feet touched the ground it was news to me.
But then again, Law was carrying me so I guess my feet hadn’t really hit the ground. He’d toweled us both off, me in my dopey haze, and after getting me into my robe again he’d carried me to the bed and dressed himself.
“I’m taking you to your suite,” he’d said, reaching for me
. This time my arms went around his neck without hesitation. Law scooped me off the bed and left his room. We were in the hallways of the Cairn with Law striding purposefully and utterly at ease as if he carried me around on the daily. I heard a peal of laughter sound from behind us and a door to a room slammed shut, muffling the merriment. There were voices on the heels of it and I knew we now had company in the hallway. When I looked over his shoulder in the direction of the voices, Law spoke.
“It’s just after three. Still plenty early in the club.”
“Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot,” I waved a hand at the hallway and leaned back against his chest, “about all of this while we were…” my voice trailed off and I blushed, “you know,” I finished.
He chuckled, his arms tightening slightly around me and holding me closer. “Yes, I know,” he said, the rumble of his voice in his chest comforting. It felt familiar and reassuring in a way that it shouldn’t have given this was our first night together–if you didn’t count the night in my apartment which I wasn’t sure I did–but Law talking to me like this, the way he held me, how we fit together...it all felt right.
So fucking right.
I was basking in the beauty and comfort of that rightness when everything in my world went sideways. Just like it usually did. Because of course, it fucking did.
Christian.
He was at the end of the hallway, just turning the corner and ambling towards us. The woman from earlier was still with him, her arms wrapped around his waist tightly as they walked. She was looking up at him and smiling, her face showing how much she clearly adored the man she was with. It was a pity really given that Christian looked utterly fucking bored.
It was a look I recognized well. The one he gave when the attention he was getting just wasn’t up to snuff. The one he got before he started getting mean for fun.
I shivered and pulled my robe tighter, turning my face into Law’s chest so that I wouldn’t see Christian or the woman with her heart in her eyes. God, I hoped someone told her to put her heart somewhere he couldn’t see it. It shouldn’t be that bare and open to him. If only someone would–
“Which way to your suite?” Law asked. He’d stopped walking now and was looking ahead. I wondered if he saw Christian.
I lifted my head and swallowed hard. “What?”
“Your suite. Which way is it?” he asked again, nodding at the hallway in front of us. We were in the main corridor but there was an intersection coming up, one that had three halls that went off in different directions. I uttered a silent prayer of thanks when I saw that Christian was definitely not going up the hallway that had my suite. He’d already crossed through the intersection and was heading right for us.
“To the left,” I mumbled quickly with a jerk of my head and then went back to where I was, head pressed his chest and my chin dipped down. “It’s the fourth door on the left after that.”
“What’s wrong?” Law asked. I glanced up at him, from under my lashes to see that he was staring ahead, his eyes narrowed and his jaw set. He hadn’t started walking again and the sinking feeling I’d had that he’d spotted Christian grew. There was no way the man didn’t know why I was hiding as best I could.
“Nothing,” I mumbled.
“Honey.” The warning tone was back and the rumble was not so lovely or right this time when it vibrated against my shoulders and side.
“It’s him. You see him. Don’t pretend like you don’t,” I whispered, pushing back to look at him, a hand on his chest. “We have to go.”
“You’re with me now,” was all Law said, as if that cleared it all up.
“That doesn’t matter,” I told him and his lips turned down, while an eyebrow shot up. He did not like that one bit. Shit.
“It matters plenty.”
“You know what I mean.” Was all I could get out before Christian was talking.
“Well, well, well, isn’t this a lucky surprise. Running into old friends again.” He pulled on the last part of his sentence and I cringed inwardly. He was definitely bored and up for being mean. I looked away from Law, but I could tell that he hadn’t. From the corner of my eye I could still see him staring right at me as if Christian hadn’t just spoken.
“It matters,” he said again, ignoring Christian who was now walking forward. The woman had to let go of his waist, but he grabbed her hand, dragging her with him as he approached us. A shiver ran up my spine at the sound of Christian’s voice and I gripped Law’s shirt tighter, my knuckles turning white from the pressure.
“We have to go,” I tried again.
Law showed zero sign that he gave a fuck. “When we get to your suite I’m going to fuck you.” My breath caught in my throat.
“What the hell are you both still doing here?” Christian asked, his voice acid.
“And then I’m going to feed you and put you the fuck to bed, little girl,” Law went on ignoring Christian. “Do you understand?”
“I know you’re not really together, princess.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I ignored Christian and answered Law.
“No.” Christian made a strangled sound and the next second the woman he’d been dragging behind him was forgotten. Left where she was standing while he stomped up to us, his face twisted in anger. I’d thought he was handsome before, but now? Now that I’d had Law’s hands and mouth on me, his cock in my mouth...now that I knew what he looked like underneath the button up suits and dress shirts. His body as beautiful as it was savage, the hard planes of muscle dotted with scars and covered in dark inky lines that spanned his side from chest to abdomen, stretching and spiraling around arms to the backs of his hands.
Now that I knew all of that?
Christian didn’t look handsome anymore. He looked like a boy. And right now he looked like a spoiled, angry boy who was throwing a fit. When we were together–all seven months of it–his anger had scared me, made me anxious and had me hurrying to cave to whatever new bullshit reason he’d cited as pushing him over the edge. I lifted my head and looked at Christian, the anger in his face no longer scaring, but confusing me.
Why the fuck did he care what I did or who I did it with?
“You do not call him that. I am your-” Christian began, but Law was moving, down the hallway and towards the hallway my suite was in, and he was doing it in the same slow pace he’d had all along. He shifted, hiking me higher in his arms, my body cradled close to him. His arms were warm, strong, and I knew so long as I was in them I had nothing to be scared of.
Christian’s anger went from confusing to downright comical. Why the hell had I ever been scared of him?
“I want you to think about what you want to eat,” he told me, voice soft and even. I tore my eyes away from Christian who was staring at us like we had grown three heads. I gave a quick nod but said nothing. “It had better not all be sweets,” Law added, and I grinned up at him, my grip on his shirt loosening.
If he could pretend Christian didn’t exist then I could too.
“Honey, get the fuck down,” Christian snarled with a jerk of his hand pointing down at the floor beside him, “Now.”
“But I like sweets. I want cake,” I told Law. Dessert was delicious and I hadn’t had much lately. Sweets were a thing I enjoyed when I was relaxed and carefree, but between my work schedule and the constant go go go of the city I hadn’t really allowed for any of that. A chocolate cake with double cream frosting would hit the spot. Or maybe cheesecake now that I was thinking about it. The allure of sugar and confectionery delicacies were suddenly very appealing now that Law had forbidden them.
“You can have fruit.”
I pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“Fine. A cupcake then.”
That appeased me and I nodded, settling back against his chest. I opened my mouth to point out that two cupcakes were far better than one when Law’s arm jostled slightly. My eyes slid to the side to see Christian’s shoulder against Law’s arm, my feet were nearly touching him and Law turned his body pullin
g me away from Christian.
Christian’s eyes were on me. They were narrowed with anger and he flicked a finger at me, making me flinch despite my dedication to following Law’s lead. “Honey, did you fucking-”
Quick as a viper, Law leaned in to Christian, the move so fluid and sudden it startled Christian into shutting the fuck up. For a second I thought Law was going to deck him, but he didn’t move his arms, just kept right on holding me while he moved close enough to whisper in Christian’s ear. The low rumble of Law’s voice was too muffled, his head turned, lips almost brushing Christian’s ear. The scene might have even passed as tender to anyone that didn’t know better.
Law stepped away from Christian and set off at an amble again, footsteps steady and sure as he turned to the left and went down the hallway to my suite without even a second look behind him. I, of course, looked twice, fuck, I looked three times just to be sure I saw what I thought I saw. Which was a speechless Christian, mouth open and eyes wide with shock. There was fear there too, the unfamiliar look of it in his eyes was nice. He deserved to know what it was like to be on the other side of things for once. The woman he had come with was staring after us as well, a lost look in her eyes, arms folded around her body. She was leaning against the wall behind her, all the strength in her gone, and I felt a pang of sadness go through me at the broken look to her.
She looked like a discarded doll. Left by its owner and unsure of what to do next.
I’d been like that once too with Christian. I hoped she left him.
I looked at Christian who still hadn’t moved, but whose eyes were on us as we slowly drifted away. When our eyes met, I didn’t flinch away. I stared back at him until he looked away first.
“What did you say?” I asked once we were in my suite.
“Nothing important,” Law replied. His hands were in his pockets and he was looking around the suite with an amused expression on his face. He moved to the side and considered the fireplace I hadn’t been able to make use of. “I’ll start us a fire.”