Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

I was breathless as I whispered, "Fuck.... Fuck me harder, James."

My whole body shuddered in a frenzy of euphoria as I softly voiced those words.

James chuckled. "That's my girl," he said and then increased his pace even more.

"Ahh..." I couldn't hold it anymore. I knew I was going to come. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I really was going to come.

"James..." I managed to breathe out. "I'm going to--"

He cut me short by slamming his lips against mine and kissed me hard. His tongue plunged between my lips into my mouth. At the same time, he lifted my waist to meet his as he screwed himself deeper into me.

Oh God! I could feel the whole length and largeness of his cock inside me, buried deep within me, hot and hard, branding me on the inside, claiming that I was his and his alone. Then I came as he devoured me deep; his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my pussy.

"Mmm..." I groaned out both in pure pleasure and agony into his mouth. "Mmm... Ahh..." I shuddered in delirium as I came, long and hard, the ecstasy bursting within me like an explosion of fireworks.

I clung to him for dear life as I came in pleasure and pain, in emptiness and fullness. I was begging... begging... for more. I wanted more of James Maxwell. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I wanted more of James Maxwell.

"James!" I sobbed into his mouth, my whole body shaking and shuddering, my mind deep in darkness and yet bursting with brightness, a mixture of all color of the rainbow. I felt tears rolled down my cheeks as I tightened my legs around his waist, thrusting myself up against him.

When finally my body eased and relaxed, I was heaving and breathless, my world still spinning around me. My body was buzzing with this tantalizing sensation as I felt myself floating on air.

I gazed unseeing at James above me, my heart aching and crying for more. Yet it was filled to the rim as well, full with pleasure and warm and something else... Love?

I noted he, too, was breathing quite heavy, his eyes bright.

"Fuck, Mia," he said, chuckling. "That was great."

"Huh?" I managed to voice. I was pleased but confused at the same time. Pleased that he found our sex wonderful and confused because he wouldn't let me touch him during our intercourse.

He moved down a little and then licked my cheek. The wetness and warmness of his tongue made me quiver in deliciousness.

"Sorry I made you cry," he apologized tenderly. "But it won't be the last time."

I stared up at him and then it hit me. He liked it when he made me cry whilst he make love to me. What? No wait! Wasn't that what he had said earlier this morning before he had went off in search of my brother with Matt? But of course, I had forgotten about that. So worried I had been for my brother.

I sighed and closed my eyes. So it wasn't going to be the last he'd make me cry during our tempestuous sex sessions then? Internally, I smiled at the thought he'd make me wanted him that much again. The agony and craving for him as a whole, or for any man for that matter, was something I had never experience before until moments ago when James himself had shown me. The feelings was overwhelmingly powerful, like a tornado of sort that destroys everything in its path. And yes, I've started to crave for his heart as well.

No! I must not go that far. I must not drown myself in James Maxwell's world. I must not crave for this billionaire's heart, because I knew he didn't have any to give away. Not specially a girl like me. I was merely his mistress, after all, and nothing more to him. What he loved was my body. He loved having sex with me. There was nothing more to our master and mistress relationship than that.

The thought sadden me, and I wriggled my wrists free from his grasp.

He easily let me go, and I rolled over and sat up. I quickly got off the bed and retrieved my towel from the floor. Then I wrapped it around myself and turned to look at him.

"Aren't you going to shower?" I asked.

His handsome face was a blank mask as he stared at me, as if scrutinizing what I was thinking. I hoped he wasn't too perceptive and figured out that I've lost my heart to him. God, I hope not because I'd be so mortified if that happened. Then there was also the fact that he might just terminate our contract. No, I couldn't allow that to happen because there was no way I could find two million to repay him. More importantly, however, I didn't want to part ways with him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be with James Maxwell, and the thought that we won't be together anymore made me felt sick to the stomach.

A moment later, he nodded, got up from his spot, and headed into the bathroom.

Chapter 12

Mia

When next I woke up, it was to the bright glare of the morning sun. I groaned in annoyance and fluttered my eyes open. A manly chuckle came my way which drew my attention. I blinked a few times to get used to the brightness, and once I did, I saw James standing on the side of my bed watching me. He had a mug of coffee in one hand.

"Morning, sunshine," he greeted.

How long had he been standing there watching me? I wondered contritely. And why would he do that? I was sure I was not that interesting to watch while I was asleep. Or maybe it was merely me thinking he had been there watching me when in fact he had just turn up to wake me--this lazy, sleepy head. Fact was, however, I was never like this before I had met James. I had always been an early riser, out of bed even before six thirty in the morning and getting ready for work. But since I had started to share a bed with James, I had started to sleep more deeply and soundly, as if his mere presence in bed beside made me feel comforted and safe. Not to mention the fact that I hadn't woke up like I usually did around two or three in the morning in a kind of a panic attack last night.

Or perhaps it was the fact that I was completely and utterly exhausted from everything that had happened since yesterday? My brother went missing, James and Matt went off to find him, and then of course, James's wild love making to me last night? That was probably it, I decided as the man I was thinking about suddenly leaned toward me.

He gave me a kiss on my forehead, which both surprised and delighted me. I felt like the world had just bloomed with flowers and bursting with various bright color as he moved his lips down to my nose and kiss me there, too. Then lower to my lips, and there, he gently and softly kissed me, his tongue lightly brushing against my lips. I eagerly parted my mouth open for him, but he paused and pulled back.

I groaned in disappointment at the rejection. I didn't know I was doing it out loud until I heard him chuckling.

"Tonight," he said, his warm breath erotically fanning my face. "I'll take you out to dinner. Wear a pretty dress." He kissed me on my lips again. When he moved back, he said, a dark smile on his face, "And you're my dessert after. I expect to see that lingerie on you tonight. It's an order."

His tone demanded no argument or disobedient from me. My body response to his dark command by shivering in anticipation and trepidation. I was mesmerized and breathless at his complete control over me, at the way he seductive yet coldly commanded me to do as he instructed, as he pleased.

I licked my lips as I nodded my head.

James smiled, pleased with my respond. He caressed my cheek with the back of his finger and then brushed his lips lightly across mine. I sucked in my breath and closed my eyes as I knew tonight was going to be another night he'd really make me lose my mind once again.

Then of course I expected him to let go of me and leave for his work, but he didn't. He slammed his lips against mine again and forcefully plunged his tongue into my mouth. Then he wildly and passionately kissed me, his tongue cogently stroking mine, demanding me to submit to him.

I groaned in my throat as I clutched the bedsheet against my naked chest, as my body shook in ardor. When he did finally let go of me, I was shaking and breathless.

"I'll be back to pick you up at seven this evening," he said, a satisfied smile on his lips. I noted his beautiful Prussian blue eyes were twinkling as he took a few steps back.

I watched him, dazed and awed as he walked out the door.