Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

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.