Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

Everything would be complete, I thought, when he filled me with his man root.

James moved his lips to my ears and instructed, "You're beautiful, Mia. Now tell me you want my cock."

I licked my lip, elated at his compliment to me yet confused at his instruction. "James... Please..."

He chuckled. "Mia, say it. Say you want my cock."

I couldn't help myself. The arrogant bastard! Oh God! My body. Why was I like this? And what was he doing? Why was he being so mean all of a sudden? Why wouldn't he let me touch him? Why didn't he take his clothes off? I wanted to see him naked, too. I wanted to touch his tone, muscular body... his smooth skin. I wanted to feel the warmness of his manly body against me. I wanted to wrap my arms around him when he drove into me.

I shut my eyes, and I knew I couldn't control myself any more. I had to do what he wanted me to do.

I licked my lips again and whispered, "James, please, I want your cock." I felt my cheek burnt hot as I said those words, especially the last bit.

"Good girl." He praised me. Then he unzipped his pants and...

I shut my eyes. Oh God! I didn't want to see. I couldn't believe I had wanted James and his cock that badly. What was wrong with me?

"Mia? Open your eyes." He ordered.

I shook my head. "James, please. I don't know why I'm like this. Please just do it quickly. I can't handle it anymore."

"Mia, open your eyes," he said again, his tone demanded no disobedient from me.

I had no idea why, but I obeyed him. He had that commanding power within his voice I found difficult to disobey.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and gazed up at him. He was staring down at me, his face hard and dark, a mask of a male beauty. Then I knew he wanted me to look at his private beast or else he wasn't going to do what I wanted most.

I swallowed at this realization. Slowly, I drifted my eyes down. The moment I sight his huge cock, I felt my breath was snatched away from me.

It was so large and hard, sticking out like a steel pole, ready to pound into me.

I licked my lip as my body shook uncontrollably.

James licked my cheek erotically, and I shivered deliciously.

"Say fuck me, James," he instructed. "Say I want your huge cock inside me."

Again, my body shook at his instruction. It was as if him commanding me to do things that was embarrassing for me, that was against my will, was a turned on for me. It was as if me saying those naughty words increased and intensified my desire for him even more. How did that work? Was I one of those submissive girls who liked to get fucked by a dominant male? Was I one of those naughty girls who I had never thought I was until now? Until James showed me that I was?

Chapter 11

Mia

I swallowed and said softly, my voice barely above a whisper, "Please fuck me, James."

Oh God, those words thrilled me. The moment I uttered those words, my cored burnt hot and tightened with needs and anticipation, and my whole body shuddered in a frenzy of heat.

I couldn't help myself. I repeated, this time a little louder and more confident, "Please, James. Please... fuck me."

I took a deep breath. Oh God! My body was aching. My pussy pulsed in anticipation of his huge cock. It was crying, begging to be ravished.

I licked my lip again and said softly, my heart racing, "I want your huge cock inside me, James. Please fuck me."

James smiled darkly and arrogantly, as if he were pleased with my obedience, pleased with the way I begged him, pleased that I was utterly at his mercy, under his power.

"That's my girl," he said tenderly. He kissed me on the forehead gently, as if to reward me for my submission. My body squirmed in ecstasy and my heart glowed with happiness, delighted he was pleased with me.

Then he drove his erected man root into me in one powerful force, smoothly slid into my wet and eager pussy.

I gasped at the instant contact and then sighed in satisfaction as he filled me. I felt completed and wonderful, as if it was meant to be. Then he started moving inside me, slowly at first and then faster.

"Eee..." My whole body shook at his movement, at his poundings in and out of me.

I gritted my teeth. Oh God! He was fucking me. He really was fucking me hard out. Coldly and distant, he was fucking me. His man root driving into me, each pounding rough and hard, screwing into me. Each pounding piercing deep into me and making my body shudder with ecstasy.

But I wanted more than that. What I wanted was him as a whole. Not just his fucking. I wanted James Maxwell. I wanted to feel his naked body against me as he made love to me. I want to touch him. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to smell him.

Oh, I could smell him all right. He was there, so James Maxwell, lingering there just above me, enticing me, which only made me wanted to taste and touch him even more.

Oh god! I wanted so badly to touch and taste him that I wanted to cry out in agony.

I didn't just want his cock connected to me, deep inside me. I wanted the whole of him. The blasted billionaire, however, wouldn't let me. He was still fully clothed in his three-piece suit--sleek, powerful, and handsome--as he thrust in and out of me.

His hand was imprisoning my wrists above my head and preventing me from ever escaping was getting tighter. He himself was just above me, just out of my reached. That only made me wanted him even more as he made me danced below him, my body erotically moving up and down at his every single pounding he thrust into me.

Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. My whole body was both in ecstasy and agony. I wanted James Maxwell. And I wanted him now.

"James..." I begged. "James..."

Still, he ignored my beseeching as he continued to pound into me whilst his eyes staring down at me, the Prussian blue color flickering with firework.

Suddenly he said softly, "There's my good girl."

That was when he increased his thrusting, the movement faster and each one in turn was harder than the previous.

Suddenly, I cried. I was upset because I couldn't touch him. I was in agony because I couldn't have him whole. I wanted James Maxwell naked and against me, our bodies touching. I wanted him to kiss me passionately, his tongue wreaking havoc within my mouth while he fucked me. That was what I wanted. That was what I craved. So much so that my body ached in torture, and thus, I cried.

"Cry for me, sweetheart," James said, his voice dark and demanding. "Cry for me, Mia."

Oh God! I was going to die. I knew I was going to die. I couldn't speak. My whole body was tense, and I was mindless. All I could feel was James driving in and out of me, fast and furious.

"Mmm..." I groaned. "Ahh..." My body shuddered and shook as I gazed up at him, my eyes blinded with tears. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I wanted to hold on to him as he fucked me. But I couldn't. He wouldn't let me. He imprisoned me, preventing from doing so as he taunted me with

his expert pounding, driving my pussy insane and seducing me into wanting more of him.

"That's my girl," he said calmly, pleased.

I cried. I really did cry as he fucked me hard out, he on top of me still fully clothed, me totally bare beneath him. I felt vulnerable and weak. I was at his mercy as I begged him for more. He was in the dominant position and I the submissive. He made me want him that badly; it was driving me insane. And yes, he was the one in control, the one who would either reward me or reject me coldly according to his pleasure.

"James..." I sobbed and groaned at the same time, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Oh... James..."

He lowered his head and his face was touching mine. I could feel the warmness of his breath on my skin. There, he erotically licked the tears from my cheek. Then he moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "Say fuck me harder, James."

My whole body shuddered in delicious rapture at his instruction. I shut my eyes as more tears rolled down my cheeks. How could I follow his instruction when I was like this? My body moving in a frantic pace as he fuck my pussy hard out and my mind was in a muddle of a mess?

"Say fuck me harder, James." He coldly instructed again, his hand tighter around my wrists. It was punishment for not following his command immediately.

I gritted my teeth as his poundings screwed right to the deepest part of me. I continued to groan out my sexual cry as he coldly demanded again, "Say fuck me harder, James." He tightened his iron-like grip on my wrist again, commanding me to obey his erotic coaching.

I felt pain surged through me from my wrist. I groaned as that pain collided with the pleasure erupting within my being, tearing at my emotions and made me wanted to scream out both in agony and pleasure. I was utterly breathless and dizzy as the world spun around me like crazy.

Oh God! What was this? Everything... James ruthlessly fucking me, James uncaringly punishing me, James coldly commanding me to say naughty things... Oh God! The pleasure... The pain... The agony... The feelings of not being fulfilled... Everything was just so powerfully overwhelming that I had no idea where I was. Where was I? Was I even still on earth? Was I even still alive?

Oh God! All I knew was that I was with James Maxwell. That he was fucking me hard out, that my body was in both agony and pleasure. That my body was enjoying this. My body wanted this. That I was enjoying this. That I wanted this. That I never wanted this to end. That I wanted James Maxwell. That I loved James Maxwell.