31 - Look at MeMiaI gasped when he flipped me around, my hair falling on my sides as James settled me on my knees, pressing his hand on my back until I was arched up to him. I shivered because I was bare and he could see everything.“Look at that…” he rumbled, his cool breath brushing against my sensitive lips. “My Princess has such a pretty pink pussy. Already wet for me, hm, baby?”I moaned when he touched me. Tracing a soft line from my clit to my slicked lips. When he did it again, I tried to move away because all the sensations were spreading across my lower body to my head. A sharp burn spread across my ass, making me tug at my bound wrist again. James soothed the burn and said in a much more serious tone, “You know the safe word, Princess. Use that or stay still and let me play with you.”I stayed still, biting my lip when he spanked me again, using his other hand to rub my clit, slowly teasing me. He continued praising me when I moaned, feeling his finger slide inside me. I
32 - Say PleaseJamesI groaned, feeling the spasms of her pussy around my dick. She was cumming so fast and so hard that it was a miracle I hadn’t shot my load. Her lashes fluttered, and she made small little moans as I soothed her shaking little body, tucking her hair behind her ear and smoothing my hands over her legs. I’d stay still as long as she’d want me to. I wanted her to be comfortable. “That’s my good Princess.” I leaned down, kissed her, sighing in relief when she clung to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer. “How’d you feel, Mia?” I asked, trailing my kisses down her neck to ignore my aching balls. I wanted to rut inside her until they were empty. “F-full.” Her cheeks turned redder as she grabbed my shoulder and looked at me with wide eyes that gleamed with tears. “Move, James. Please.”I grumbled in approval and slowly retreated, clenching my hand on the sheet to hold myself back from plunging inside her wet heat again and again. Slow, James. T
33 - Boy TroubleMiaI wiped the counter. It didn’t feel right, so I sprayed some cleaner and wiped it again, applying more pressure. The sweet, sugary scent of vanilla and caramel wafted in the air. My neck prickled with perspiration. It wasn’t right—I jumped, almost dropping the cleaner and wipe when I heard the oven ding. The cinnamon rolls were done. But my stomach was still twisted with nerves. Leaning back on the counter, I checked my phone when it vibrated with a message notification. Summer: im bordMe: Hi Bord, I’m Mia!Summer: haha vfunny. can i come overMe: sure, ask em too. I made cinnamon rolls. Summer: uhoh :)I frowned at the little creepy smile and kept my phone aside. I took a sharp breath when I bent over to pull out the tray of the cooked rolls. There was an odd twinge between my legs because I had turned ravenous after having sex for the first time and couldn’t sleep until James had fucked me to sleep. My cheeks heated remembering the night before. How filthy,
34 - Sex WizardMiaAn hour later, all three of us were getting out of a cab dressed like we were going to walk on a red carpet. I had donned the lilac purple dress, its expensive soft fabric hugging my waist before flowing into a soft skirt that reached my mid-thigh. I had slipped into white sandal heels and applied minimal makeup with red lips. I looked and felt pretty. And as Summer had called me, ‘A sexy baker who’s the baddest bitch.’Emma was still wearing her attire from before, with a short skirt and blouse, with sharper makeup. Summer had changed into one of my corsets that I never wore because I felt too shy, which looked great over her dress. The club was located out of the city and near an abandoned road. Despite that, the crowd queuing up with sparkling clothes seemed excited, and the energy was intoxicating. Our IDs were in hand, and, as usual, I let my friends handle talking with the intimidating guard when he checked them and flashed the light over the three of us.
35 - Or What?JamesMia’s cheeks flushed into a beautiful pink color, looking away and squirming against my arm. I let her go, knowing her friends were present and she wouldn’t want us to look too suspicious. I hated that I couldn’t even touch her in the public eye. Even holding her hand or leaning too close would be forbidden.When I left after my meeting with the accountant, I hadn’t expected Damon Grant to call me, inviting me to his club on such a short notice. I couldn’t deny because Damon was my company’s biggest client, and I wanted to see its weekend opening. It had opened the week before, but he wanted to run a few things through in a meeting, which I was more than happy to do. Very few clients did the hands-on work or accepted most of our designs, demanding for a change, while Damon had always been analytical and asked questions. The last person I wanted to see there after exiting Damon’s office on the first floor was Mia. Especially in her lilac dress that looked as if it
36 - On Your FoursMiaI scrambled to my feet, my panties utterly soaked. Before I could strip out of the dress, James cupped my cheek and kissed me. I hummed and pressed closer, wanting to touch him everywhere. “Keep the dress on,” he whispered, pulling at the thin strap and releasing it as it stung my skin. I nodded shakily, the back of my legs hitting the silk of the bed. “On your fours.” I bit my lip and eyed him. He looked deliciously rumpled, with tousled hair, sexy blue eyes, an unbuttoned shirt that showed off his muscles and his throbbing cock that glistened with pre-cum at the tip. “Say please.”James smirked and prowled towards me, easily flipping me on my stomach and spanking my cheek before covering me with his length. “Brat,” he growled in my ear when I wriggled my ass to tease him, moaning when he pulled my hair, “Shh, Princess. This room isn’t soundproof.” I flushed and looked over my shoulder to see him put on a condom. His eyes pinned on me. I tucked my dress ov
Part Four“I love you as who you are.”37 - Be QuietMiaI dabbed my cheeks with a tissue for the last time and took a deep breath when James unlocked the door. He had calmed me down and demanded me to drink water from the bottle he offered. I thought I had creeped him out after sobbing like that, but he seemed closer to me than before, clutching my hand in his palm as we both stepped out of the room. He had promised that the cleaning crew would clean them and there was nothing to worry about. I trusted him. “Mia,” Emma whispered, her face pale as she looked between me and James. “I… wait—are you crying?” James didn’t let go of my hand when I tried to pull away. My heart thundered in my ribs, heat creeping up my neck. I didn’t know what to say. She must have already figured everything out. “No, I-I…” I looked closer at her face, her glistening eyes. “Are you crying?”She sniffed and looked away. Emma never cried. She was the type of person who’d say ‘Oh, well’ if she got into a ca
38 - Promise MeMiaJames tugged down my skirt, sliding papers and books on his desk, which he had pushed down when I had entered his office. I pulled up my panties, straightening my clothes and hair, trying not to panic. “Enter.” The door opened just as I took a pencil in my hand, staring deeply at the examples of models I had sketched for the final project of the year, which James had asked us to do. I turned around and saw Claire, clutching a sketchbook to her chest, her eyes throwing daggers at me before drifting to James and softening. “Hi, Mister James!” Please. I might barf. “Hello, Clara.” James gave her a tight smile when she entered. “It’s Claire,” she corrected, still smiling prettily at him. Her skirt was inched higher than before. I looked away, squeezing the pencil in my hand. “Are you free? I’ve a few questions, and I need help with some of my sketches.”She wasn’t asking. She was demanding. “I’ll leave.” I stood up, picking up my bag and closing the sketchbook.