Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 3, 4)

"James!" I demanded. "What are you doing?"

He wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted me against him as he made me sit on the large bed.

"Your hair is still wet," he said, placing the towel on my head and then rubbing at it. "You'll get a cold if you don't dry it properly."

Good Lord! If he was that worried about me getting a cold from wet hair, he could have just given me another towel to dry it with and not pulled off the one I had wrapped around my body. Now what? I was butt naked and sitting there on the bed in front of him as if that were only natural.

He seemed to be consumed with what he was doing, because I'd never seen him like that before. Not to mention his face was a dark mask.

He continued drying my hair with the towel by dabbing along the length of it.

He kneeled on the floor when he got to about my breasts. Now and again, his hand would brush lightly against my skin, enticing me to want more. When his hand brushed against my nipple, I sucked in my breath and my belly tingled deliciously. My core, too, began to pay attention. Suddenly, I felt my body turn weak and warm, ready for whatever James wanted to do to me.

As he was working on my hair, he shifted over and said softly, "I love your hair, Mia. Don't ever cut it."

I blushed. His compliment thrilled me, and I felt wonderfully happy. He buried his nose in my hair when he continued. "I love the smell on you. It's a turn-on."

I licked my lips at his statement and felt my throat go dry as dust.

When he finished dabbing the end of my hair dry, I expected him to give me back the towel so I could cover myself. I also expected him to go back into the bathroom and freshen up like he had wanted to. But those weren't at all what he did.

He carelessly threw the towel to the floor and turned his attention to my body instead. He wrapped his warm, large hands around my middle as he continued to stare at my body, his thumbs caressing my skin.

I watched his handsome face as he gawked at me, his eyes dark. Then he smirked and licked his upper lip. In response, I felt a delicious shiver passed down my spine. My whole body suddenly started aching for more of his touches.

I licked my lips, too, and then managed to squeak out, "James?"

He lifted his gaze to me then. The moment I saw the Prussian blue fire within those beautiful eyes of his, I sucked in my breath. I knew. Oh, I knew instantly he was going to ravish me hard out like he had promised me he'd do after he had returned with my brother safe and sound.

I swallowed at this realization as my body shook both in trepidation and anticipation.

Chapter 10

Mia

I didn't even have time to think when I felt his hot mouth on my right nipple. I gasped out in surprised as my body jerked back a little. James held me tight to keep me from escaping his clutch. I bit my lower lip as I felt this undeniable sex cry that was begging to flee from my mouth.

"Mmm..." The sound escaped naturally before I could control it. "Ahh..."

I closed my eyes and held my breath as he rolled the bud around his tongue and sucked it as if he really enjoyed it. Heat and moisture from his mouth caressed my flesh, sending a buzz of erotic sensation through my body. Meanwhile, his hand caressed my left breast, playing with it, taunting it until it was sensitively aroused and red.

I bit my lip as my whole body shook in ardor, as my core began burning with need.

"Ahh..." I groaned. "Mmm..."

Oh God! My whole body was quivering like a leaf in the storm. And yet, this body needed more... wanted more from the billionaire. More erotic licking and sucking... more kissing and teasing of those hot, expert tongue and lips on my nipple.

"J-James..." I whispered out the billionaire's name between my lips, my eyes glazed with desire. Oh God, my body. I knew I couldn't control my own body any more. James was the one in command of it now. It'd do whatever he'd demand.

When James stopped his teasing on my breast, he raised his head to look at me.

"There's my good girl," he praised. "Such a good body."

I was heaving as I gazed at him. "James..." I whispered softly. "Oh James..."

He chuckled and said, "Now, let's pamper the other one, too."

Instantly, my core twisted in delicious anticipation at his words. My body eagerly agreed by arching upward in an offering. James chuckled at my eagerness and didn't waste any time. He lowered his head and took the other nipple into his hot mouth. Then he proceeded to tenderly torture it as I cried out under his hot, exquisite persecution, licking, teasing, kissing, sucking, and rolling my nipple with his mouth and tongue.

When he was done with that, he had both hands around my small waist and hoisted me up the bed further. Then he lifted my legs, spreading them out as he descended his face in between them.

Oh God! He was going to do it, wasn't he? He was going to tenderly torture me down there, too, with his hot mouth and tongue; sucking and licking me to his heart's content.

I felt my throat dry as I waited in both anticipation and apprehension. Would the feeling be the same as when he was kissing me on my lips? Or when he was lovingly torturing my breasts?

My body tensed up like never before as I inhaled and exhaled deeply. My heart was racing as I clutched on the duvet as if it was my life line.

I could feel his hot breath against my sensitive skin. I could feel my core twisting and burning in expectation, eager to be touched and ravished. It fervently wanted to be filled and erotically tortured by this dark billionaire, the man whom I've come to fall for.

Then I couldn't utter a word as he suddenly started devouring me, his tongue hot and determined, every single stroke and every single touch sending my core burning and twisting with even more needs. My whole body shook and screamed with exquisite sensation, burning... burning... feverishly for more.

"Ja-James..." I groaned out between each difficult breath. "Mmm... Oh God... James... Eee..."

He continued to erotically seduce me down there as my breathing became short and laborious. My body grew weaker and shaky as my hands clutched onto the duvet, as my mind became numbed. All I could feel was his lips and tongue, hot and erogenous, lovingly torturing me down there, making me ache for more I thought I was going insane.

He was licking, teasing, sucking, kissing, and amatory ravishing my pussy with his hot, expert tongue. By the time he was done, I was heaving, breathless, and burning feverishly for more of him. Now, I wanted nothing more than to have him against me, him driving his hot and hard man root into me.

Oh, I wanted him so badly that I knew I'd die if I didn't get what I wanted, which was his enormous beast down there thrusting in and out of me. My whole body was shaking at the knowledge and anticipation that soon I'd get what my body craved most. Soon, James would make my body cry with the agony of pleasure, me writhing beneath him, begging to be completely filled by him.

I made a sound like a child crying, imploring for him to come to me. I wanted to feel him against me; his warm, hard body against my soft one. Skin against skin and nothing in between.

"James?" I begged, my eyes large and teary, my body shaking in intoxication. "Please?" My hands were spread out, pleading him.

James had a dark look on his face and a sly smirk on his lips as he watched me. It was as though he found me like this interesting, as though he loved seeing me like this--desperate and begging for him to take me in every which way he desired.

"What a beautiful picture," he said.

He finally came to me then, wrapping one strong arm round me as he lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him to me. I desperately wanted to kiss him, desperately wanted to feel him. But he wouldn't let me.

He deposited me in the middle of the bed and coldly unwrapped my arms from his shoulders. Then he repositioned me and pinned my hands over my head, imprisoning them there with his hand. I found I couldn't move when I tried. I panicked, wondering contritely what he was going to do to me. I licked my dry lips, my heart racing as I struggled to free my wrist

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Oh God! I wanted to wrap my arms around him, wanted to tear his clothes off him, wanted to touch his skin so desperately that I fought him to free my hands. But the harder I struggled, the tighter his captivity became, and I felt pained quickly spreading about the area.

I was trapped, locked within his dark and dominating embrace where he wanted me.

As he stared down at me darkly, I writhed beneath him, my body aching for his touches and my core burning in a frenzy of heat for his man root.

I groaned frantically, calling out to him to please save me and release me from this wonderfully, excruciating torture he so cunningly granted me.

"James..." I whispered. "Oh, James.... Please... Kiss me... Please..."

He buried his nose in my hair. The feeling of his warm breath against my face was wonderful, and it made my heart glow with a sense of warmness that I couldn't describe. As he snuggled his face against the side of my neck and then softly kissed me repeatedly, I felt elated. It was an exquisite feeling of belonging. I felt I belonged to James Maxwell, wanted by him, loved by him, and cherished by him. It was tender and beautiful.