Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

I gasped the moment I felt his cock in my hand. It was large and hard and certainly hot... So very hot.

James chuckled in amusement. "Doesn't quite wrap around, does it?"

I blinked. Confused. What doesn't quite wrap around what? What exactly did he mean by that?

I stared at my hand longer, at the slim fingers. Then slowly, it dawned on me.

My face flamed red instantly. Gosh! How I wanted to hit him. How rude of him to imply such a thing. Yes, I knew my hands were small. And yes, I'd admit it couldn't completely wrap around his fully erect beast, but he didn't have to sound so pleased and amused about it.

More than annoyed, I pulled my hand away and was about to leave when James caught me about the waist and pulled me back. I found myself by the basin and facing the mirror again, James behind me, intimately close. I felt his naked skin against mine, and oh God, it just was so good.

James buried his face in the crook of my neck and started kissing me sweetly, slowly, seductively. At the same time, his hands were busy caressing my breasts and taunting my nipples, pinching them and squeezing them until they were once again sorely sensitive and aroused.

"I love your small hands," he said roughly. "I love everything about you."

His words made my heart glow with delight. God, how I wanted to say I loved everything about him, too. That I really loved him, like the way Mom and Dad had loved each other... the romantic way, unconditional, where we cherished one another until death do us part.

But I couldn't really tell him that, could I? James only loved my body. He loved having sex with me. It was purely physical. There was no emotional connection whatsoever. His love and my love was completely different, and I understood that. So why then did it hurt so much inside to know that was all he loved about me? Wasn't it enough for now? Had I not told myself to wait, to work harder to get him to really fall in love with me for who I was? For me as simply Mia Donovan?

I whimpered a little at the thought that struck me, at the abrupt turmoil of emotions that attacked me out of the blue.

"I love everything about you," he said again, kissing and caressing me harder as if I were precious to him.

I groaned as I arched my body against him, allowing him more access. While this was happening, he rubbed his cock against my pussy from behind, making my body squirm and burn for him.

"Mmm..." I groaned. "James..." I whispered softly. "Please."

He chuckled, understanding my plea. He moved into position as I eagerly waited for him to enter me. And then when he did, I groaned in satisfied delight.

He fit perfectly. His firmness and heat invaded me, which was driving me insane.

With his cock deep inside me, he hugged me tight from behind as if he were afraid to let me go. And I, too, felt that way. So afraid of losing him. So afraid to be alone again.

I stayed there, enveloped in his strong arms, my eyes closed, savoring the beautiful moment, he and I together as one. James then started kissing me, and at the same time, he started moving in and out of me, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. Oh God, it felt good, and I groaned in delight.

"Ahh..." I sang to him, my voice erotic and soft. "Oh... James... I love you... I love you..." I couldn't help myself, crying out what was in my heart most--mindlessly, shamelessly, and eagerly expressing my love for him, telling him how much he meant to me.

At that moment, I felt James stiffen and halt his movement, as if he were shocked at my words. Instantly, my heart raced, and I felt a little sick.

Oh God! I hadn't meant to say those words. I hadn't meant to say anything at all, but the overwhelming emotions of being with him, connected to him, it was unbearably wonderful, and I slipped up.

I felt cold, alone, and unwanted as I stood there, staring into space, flabbergasted with myself, at what I'd just done.

I love you. The words. They just slipped out so easily. Yes, I'd just told him I loved him. Oh God! What had I done? He was going to walk away now, wasn't he? He was going to keep a distance between us now, wasn't he? Or perhaps he'd tell me coldly and firmly that our unconventional relationship as master and mistress was purely physical and nothing more. God, oh God! I knew that. I didn't need to be told twice. But...

But I fell in love. How the heck was I supposed to not fall in love with James Maxwell?

No. No. No. No, wait. Perhaps it was just my infatuation, as Andy had said. Perhaps it was merely due to the heat of the moment? When one felt just so good during sexual intercourse that one slipped up and said inappropriate things such as I love you. But really, what they truly meant was they loved having sex. Or was it perhaps that I needed time away from James to really understand myself and what types of feelings I had for him?

James plunged roughly into me again, surprising me out of my thoughts. At the same time, an overwhelmingly powerful sensation coursed through my body, making my head spin in delight and taking my breath away. Once I came back to earth, once I was able to breathe again, James pulled me against him so tight our whole bodies connected.

"I like the sound of that," he said into my ear.

I blinked and held my breath as I stared at us through the mirror. I noted James's face was hard and dark with a hint of an amused smile playing across his lips. Whereas I, on the other hand, had flushed pink and my eyes were bright.

James licked and bit my ear as he continued to pound into me, which made my body dance with him in an erotically sexy way.

We were in a beautiful rhythm now, moving along to his pounding, in and out and in and out. His cock was rubbing sensually against the lining of my pussy, which was making my muscles convulse and pulsate in ecstasy. My body buzzed and flared with intoxicating sensations as I cried out to him how happy and pleased I was to be fucked by him.

"Fuck," James said darkly. "Oh, angel, your pussy is so sweet."

I groaned in response and raised my arms to wrap around his neck. I begged him for a kiss as he continued to pound into me, which he obliged. When I pulled away a little later because the pleasure was making me weak and nearly insane, I rested my weight on the basin for support. At the same time, James increased his pace, screwing into me so hard and fast that I couldn't hold bear the force of his strength.

I held tight to bench before me and continued to groan out loudly, crying out erotic sexual cries that were sure to be heard from the other room if anyone were there to witness our lovemaking.

Oh God! I couldn't breathe. My chest felt filled to the brim and tight, while my whole body was buzzing. James was going all out now, thrusting into me like a raging bull, and I loved it. The action increased the pleasure meter, and it was driving me insane.

"James..." I cried. "Oh, James... Ahh..."

"Fuck, Mia," James whispered into my ear. "Fuck!"

I cried as he drove into me harder and harder and faster and faster, his cock slamming into me roughly. I knew it wasn't going to be long before we released.

Oh God! My whole body tensed in a split second as my muscles convulsed and twisted and pulsated. Then I came, long and hard, as I shuddered in delirium there against the basin, with James behind me, kissing my neck and embracing me in his arms. I felt exhausted and collapsed, heaving heavily like I'd just finished a marathon.

I shut my eyes, savoring the moment, savoring James within me, hugging me from behind as I took slow, deep breaths. When I came to and opened my eyes again, I saw James watching me, a handsome smile on his lips.

"That was spectacular," he said.

I gazed at him, and slowly, I remembered what I'd said. The words I should have kept to myself, locked deep within my heart. Sooner or later we'd have a serious talk about the love subject. It had no place in the domain of our relationship.

I licked my lips and opened my mouth, intending to tell him to forget about what I'd said earlier about being in love with him. He, however, interrupted me and kissed me hard on the lips, as if to shut me up. Then he moved over to kiss my forehead fondly.

Once he was don

e, he said, "I need a shower. Unless you want to join me." He chuckled. "You're welcome to."

I straightened and shook my head in the negative. Not now. Not today. Not when my mind was in a muddle, even after that amazing sex we'd just had. I needed to think. I needed to clarify what I needed to do next.

"No... that's okay," I said, grabbing a towel from the top shelf. After wrapping it around myself, I said, "Can... can we talk after you're done?"

He stood there looking at me for a moment and then nodded.

Chapter 31

Mia

I sat on the bed, staring into space, my mind on James as I heard the shower going. The amazing sex and the words I'd said to him were still playing within my head. Why oh why had I said it? It was then I remembered once again I had to tell James about returning to Mystic Spring, returning to my job.

"I'll tell him when he's out," I said, nodding, my stomach lurching with dread. I wasn't looking forward to it, but it had to be done. I couldn't put it off anymore. My annual leave would end soon, and my bastard of a boss would be livid if I didn't return to work the day I was due back. Besides, there was also the fact that I needed to distance myself from James, so I'd decided to clear my head so to speak.