Chained to You, Vol. 3-4

by Alexia Praks

  She thought about his query for a moment, and then, as if she reached some sort of conclusion, she slowly nodded. "I definitely think you're special, James. Fact is you're so different from anyone I've ever met. I mean, not that I've met many people. I mean, my world is so small and also completely different from yours, so..."

  James wondered how much longer she was going to continue rambling on about how different their worlds were in order to stall for time. Since he had first started making love to her, she had always been like this. Reluctant. Resistant. Scared. Of course, that was only at first. Once they got going, however, that was a different story.

  Once they got going, she became this wild, sexy Mia he fucking loved. Not that her fear and her resistance had ever stopped him from wanting her. He'd never been the sort of man who'd stop pursuing what he desired--most of all not where Mia Donovan was concerned.

  "Come here, Mia," he instructed softly. There was a note of impatience in his voice she didn't miss. "If you don't take that dress off yourself, I'll do it."

  Mia glanced down at herself and then eyed him with suspicion. "No thank you," she said. "You'll destroy this lovely dress. I won't allow it."

  He chuckled. "If you like it that much, I won't ruin it," he said. "I promise."

  She pulled a face, as if she didn't believe his words. "For sure?" she asked.

  He nodded. "For sure. Now come here," he commanded again.

  Tentatively, she stepped toward him. Once in front of him, she stopped and stood right between his knees. James uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. He rested his face between her breasts and inhaled her scent. Instantly, his cock stirred to life and hardened accordingly, stretching against the constraints of his pants.

  "You smell wonderful," he said. "You're ready for me. Your body begs for a fucking."

  Mia rested her hands on his powerful shoulders, and James could tell she was shaking from his suggestive, erotic words. It pleased him his blunt, harsh sexual talk turned her on, and he smiled in satisfaction.

  "I'm so not ready for you, Mr. Maxwell," she stated haughtily, her head held high, her eyes on him. "You overestimate yourself, you arrogant man."

  He gazed up at her, his eyes intense and dark. She never ceased to interest him, this young woman who knew so little about his dark and dangerous world. Her words always stirred him, be it with amusement or surprise or even something deeper that twisted and played with his emotions.

  He slammed the last thoughts from going any further and retorted playfully, "Shall we see how right I am?" He roved his eyes down her body lustfully to the V between her legs, where he knew her exotic smell of honey and cream originated.

  This made her blush profusely, and Mia said quickly, "What are you doing?"

  James chuckled. "Searching for the evidence," he said as his hand impishly and gently caressed her thighs.

  Mia groaned in response. She managed to control herself from losing to him so soon, however, and snapped, "James! No!"

  Ignoring her protest, he lifted her skirt to her waist. Before him, he gazed at the beautiful sight--long limbs and sexy, lacy panties.

  Mia shoved at his shoulders to get his attention. When he still ignored her, she slapped his hand to let go of her skirt. This only made him laugh darkly; hence, he pulled her against him, causing her to land on his lap.

  James caught her against him, and he palmed her, pressing his warm hand against her soft, sensitive flesh. Slowly, he smiled with satisfaction.

  "There, all wet," he said in triumph, his breath hot on her skin.

  Mia made a move to escape, but James wouldn't let her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, imprisoning her. Then he started stroking her, which made her groan.

  "Ahh..." she cried out softly. "James, please..."

  He raised his head as his stroking became faster and harder, torturing her into a frenzy of heat, his fingers against her lacy panties that were now soaking wet. As she continued to cry out in pleasured agony, he slipped his fingers across the string of her panties and pulled the obstructive material down her thighs. Then he wildly and aggressively ravished her, inserting his finger into her and torturing her--rolling, pressuring, and pinching her sensitive flesh.

  "Mmm..." he moaned. "You really are a naughty girl, Mia. Your pussy is so fucking wet, and it's sucking in my finger. You're so eager." He teased darkly. "And you said you're not ready for me? You need to be punished."

  Mia bit her lip at his dark, seductive words. She clutched onto him for dear life as her body shuddered vigorously under his erogenous torture. "James... You're so mean. What did I do...?"

  He increased his torment of her by thrusting his finger deeper, feeling the thickness and heat of her juices.

  Mia cried out, her breathing sharp and short, her chest heaving. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were dazed and shimmering with the intense sexual arousal.

  "Ahh... Ja-James..." she managed between short breaths. "What... what did I do to anger you?"

  The moment she asked, realization hit him straight in the gut. What could have caused his emotions to be this volatile tonight? Had her actions in the previous twenty-four hours struck something deep in his core in some way?

  Fuck! Hell if he knew. All he knew was he wanted to sexually punish Mia Donovan. All he knew was he wanted to control her and her body, molesting her and fucking her. He wanted to savor the enjoyment of watching her lewd body obey his every command, to taste the power of making her come while his rock-hard cock was deep inside her, brutally ravishing her as she cried out his name, asking for more... begging for more.

  Mia clutched him for dear life, her body shuddering and squirming in delirium while her face buried against his shoulder, as he began to stir his finger furiously inside her. She cried out in pleasured agony. "Hmm... Ahh..."

  Fuck. James loved it. He loved seeing her this way. Weak. Under his influence. Sexually aroused.

  "That's my girl," he said as he thrust his finger harder and faster, going deeper.

  "Mmm..." she groaned. "Hmm..."

  When he finally pulled his hand away from her, terminating his bellicose foreplay, she was dazed and fully ready for him. She was weak, wet, and her core burned feverishly for him to ravish her in every way he desired.

  James kissed her forehead as Mia gazed at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.

  "You're so mean today, James," she said softly.

  "Seeing you so responsive brings out the aggressiveness in me," he said tenderly as he unzipped her dress in the back. He pulled the material down her shoulders to her waist, exposing her naked body to the cool night air.

  James's eyes immediately flew to Mia's fully aroused breasts. He licked his lips at the thought of torturing those rosy pink buds, now beautifully flourished and hard like newly polished marbles, ready for play.

  His hand eagerly cupped one and began to manipulate the sensitive flesh, squeezing the breast hard in his hand, torturing it until it became almost unbearably painful for Mia.

  "James..." Mia groaned. "Please... it's sore."

  James flicked his eyes to his mistress. Noting she meant what she said, he eased his harsh treatment, though it didn't dampen his desire.

  "I'll make you feel better," he said.

  Mia watched him, wondering what he could possibly do to ease the pain he so brutally enjoyed giving.

  James leaned forward, stuck his tongue out, and then licked her nipple. Mia gasped in surprise and then groaned as the heat and wetness of his tongue touched her sensitive bud, soothing the intense agony. Then he popped her nipple into his mouth and began to slowly and seductively pleasure it--rolling, kissing, and sucking.

  Mia clutched to him as sensational pleasure coursed through her body, which made her head spin with wonderful delight. Once he was done with one, he switched his attention to the other and began to give it the same wanton treatment.

  Mia groaned and cried out, clutching his head in her arms and burying his face against her breasts, encour
aging him to continue.

  When finally James moved his head back, she wanted nothing more than to be filled with his cock deep inside her.

  James understood and chuckled with amusement. He move his head and took her lips in a scorching kiss, his tongue wild and passionate in her mouth, exploring and tasting her, teasing and stroking until she was breathless and mindless.

  When he terminated their uninhibited kiss, Mia was dazed and her whole being shaky from the not-so-new experience.

  James marveled at the sight. He caressed her cheek; his chest filled to the brim with both pride and affection. Fuck, he couldn't help himself. He leaned forward and kissed her lips once again. This time, though, gently and softly, careful not to hurt her already sore lips.

  Mia calmed and breathed evenly again, sighing in wonder as James trailed kisses down her throat. Then he moved back up to her ear and whispered hotly, "My treat. You take control this time around." He smiled darkly. "But after that, it's my turn."

  Mia swallowed and mindlessly nodded as if she had been enchanted by his dark charm. Her body once again was shaking like a leaf in a storm at the prospect of riding him, of being in the dominant position, the one to take control. Truth be told, she was both scared and fascinated, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

  James guided her into position on his lap. Then he unzipped his pants and out sprang his aroused cock, prominent and ready for action.

  Mia stared at it for a bit too long, and James couldn't control himself. He took initiative by lifting her and guiding her down on him, allowing his cock to burrow itself deep into her hot, wet pussy, filling her completely.

  His body tensed the moment he was enveloped within her heat, and a satisfying groan escaped his lips.

  Mia groaned, too, in delightful pleasure. Then she began to move, tentatively at first and then more confident, faster.

  "James?" she whispered. "Am I doing it right?" she asked, her voice shaky and weak.

  His hand firm about her small waist and his eyes on her face, he said, "You're doing fine, sweetheart. Keep moving."

  Mia nodded in understanding and kept her body moving in a smooth pace. In response, the thrilling sensations of sex coursed throughout her whole being, making her feel so wonderful she was mindless.

  "Oh, James," she moaned. "It feels so good."

  James nodded, enjoying the pleasure of the moment. Fuck! She was a pretty little thing, beautifully naked sitting there on his lap with his cock deep inside her as she danced before him, her breasts bouncing about and her face in a stupor of sexual provocation. The sight of her in such careless abandon and her wanton expression excited him even more, driving his blood hot with desire.

  He encouraged her. "That's my girl. Now faster."

  "Faster?" she asked.

  He nodded. "You'll feel even better."

  Tempted, she increased her pace. True to his words, the pleasure climbed and her body started to buzz with the intense thrill and heat overtaking her body. She groaned and shuddered, never wanting this to end.

  James said, "Good. Faster." When she obeyed and progressed her pace, he complimented her. "Good girl."

  Oh fuck! It was getting even better now. He chuckled as her wet heat tightened around his cock. It felt so fucking awesome. Her pussy was so sweet and tight; it was driving him crazy.

  He couldn't believe it. She was dancing before him now, her body moving in a smooth rhythm, back and forth and up and down, sliding this way and that against his body. Her breasts bounced and jiggling along with her tempo, which only turned him on even more. Her cry. Fuck! Her cry.

  "Ohh... James... Ahh... James... Hmm..." she cried out in ecstasy, her head tilted back, eyes closed.

  And then she came, her body tense, and she screamed out his name as she clutched onto him for dear life. James came, too, his body tense and contorted as ecstasy overtook him. His breathing was hard and laborious as he blacked out for a moment, his world spinning and then shutting down, leaving him to only feel the exotic pleasure as he released.

  When he returned, calming and his breathing back to normal, he dared not miss a moment of his mistress' reaction as she orgasmed.

  She was the most exquisite creature he'd ever seen, James thought as he watched her heaving with exertion. Her face was flushed radiant, her eyes bright, shining like a pair of jewels, and her lips were ruby red from his wild and passionate kisses.

  Her delicate body was still shaking from the aftermath. This was the second time she'd been in control of their sex. This was the second time James had let her experience this dominating position, the one in control, the one to take the reins, so to speak, and he had a vague feeling she liked it.

  James caressed her cheek with his thumb, an arrogant smirk playing about his lips. Mia turned her eyes to look at him then, and there was that something sparking within the depths of the brown that snatched his breath away.

  James gritted his teeth. His heart was aching, craving the forbidden affection between a woman and a man, where making love meant more than just screwing around and obtaining orgasm, more than just the physical pleasure. It was so sudden, like an epiphany of sorts, when he realized he wanted more during his lovemaking session with Mia. He wanted something else as well, something deeper--pleasure combined with emotional connection. A deeper bond.

  His body tensed at that revelation, and James held his breath for a moment, wondering if he'd gone mad.

  "James?" Mia's voice called out to him softly. She cupped his face, staring at him, her breathing still laborious. "What's wrong?"

  He blinked and then breathed evenly again. Fuck! No! He didn't want to think about this deeper bond bullshit. Not now. Fuck! Definitely not now.

  Now he simply wanted the pleasure of the physical. Now he simply wanted to fuck Mia hard out.

  She opened her mouth and was about to ask him again what was wrong when James drew her to him and slammed his lips against hers.

  "Mmm..." she groaned, and James felt his chest swell with pride. He'd make her feel good again.

  He plunged his tongue in between her soft lips into her hot mouth and brutally ravished her, his tongue stroking and lashing, caressing every lining and every groove of her mouth. He even forced his way deep into her throat, which made her shudder and groan and then cry out for him to release her.

  Fuck. He knew she was struggling to breathe, but James was an arrogant man, and he wouldn't let her go. Though he did ease his invasiveness a little.

  When he was finally satisfied, he released her and noted she was breathless and dazed.

  "James?" she whispered softly, her eyes simmering in that dreamlike stupor full of desire that would drive any man to throw her on her back and fuck her hard out.

  Indeed, James wanted to fuck her again. He moved and made her stand.

  "James? What are you doing?" she asked.

  He chuckled. "Come on. It's my turn now."

  Chapter 24

  Mia

  My mind was numb and my whole being weak, shuddering, and buzzing in the aftermath of being ravished as James pulled me up from the couch. I was breathless and dazed as I stared up at him, wondering what he was going to do to me. I didn't have to wait long to find out as he led me toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the stunning view of Las Vegas below. He was going to take me there again, as he had only yesterday night, with me squeezed against the window while he pounded into me.

  With his guidance, I indeed found myself facing the window, my naked body for the whole world to see if they did indeed manage to see with us this high up in the building. The thought that I was so vulnerable and exposed, however, did not dampened my arousal. It was, in fact, the opposite. The very idea that I was so exposed with James turned me on, making my core twist and burn for more.

  I felt James behind me, his masculine body tight against me, his heat embracing me with an intoxicating, seductive torridness that made me breathless.

  He buried his face in the crock of my
neck, inhaling my scent and kissing me. Just those tiny kisses that made me warm and smile with delight. I felt his hands slowly caressing across my belly and moving up and cupping my breasts. He squeezed them, my sensitive flesh in his palms, both hurting me and giving me such wonderful pleasure at the same time.

  I groaned, crying out his name, crying out the pleasure he so expertly gave me.

  "James..." I groaned. "Oh, James..."

  I had only come a few moments ago, and now James had already managed to build me up once again, my body shaking and buzzing with sexual craving and my core twisting and burning for him. Oh God! How I wanted him to take me again, to kiss me in that wild, passionate way of his, his hardened member deep inside me, pounding into me, which would drive me mindless. I simply wanted to feel him inside me, against me, with me until I reached the ultimate heaven where only he and I existed, where we would be one, connected physically and emotionally...

  Emotionally? I wasn't sure about that where James was concerned. But how I wanted to connect with him emotionally.

  One day... One day we'd be there. One day I'd get that, I thought positively, and a smile appeared across my lips as I felt him guide my hands up above my head so I was now leaning farther against the glass. I felt him tight against me while his face was buried deep in my hair in the crook of my neck. Meanwhile, one of his hand was tight about my wrists, imprisoning me against the cool window, preventing it--and me--from escaping his clutches.

  Standing there in the open darkness for the world to see, James continued to kiss me everywhere, his lips--eager, tender, and hot--were on my neck, my shoulder, and my back while one of his hands groped my front, cupping my already sensitive breasts, molding them and squeezing them hard out according to his overpowering desire. I felt as if he were starving for me even though he'd had me every night, not once, but at least three times every day. Was he ever going to be satisfied with me?

  Then I thought to myself, I surely hope not. It was then I suddenly realized I was selfish where James was concerned. I never wanted him to be satisfied with me. I wanted him to always want me, not only where sex was concerned, but eventually where love was concerned as well.