Page 60 of The KING Review

“Say it,” I demand, rolling her hard enough that her head falls back. “Tell me who you belong to, baby girl.”

“You,” she gasps, clinging to me. “I belong to you, Daddy.”

I almost lose it.

My cock is steel in my jeans, leaking and desperate, but it’s nothing compared to the way she writhes against me, grinding down on my thigh like she’ll die if I stop. Her nails dig through my shirt so hard they might find naked flesh, her hips jerking with every drag of her clit against my leg.

She whimpers. The sound is raw, feral, need poured into syllables that don’t mean anything except more. I want to eat it, swallow that sound down, and keep it, let it stain me.

That’s when her hand slips between us, fingers greedy, palming my cock through the denim. I choke, thoughts gone, all the rules and boundaries and professionalism incinerated in a single, blinding flash of want.

I catch her wrist, holding her in place. “Don’t.” I bare my teeth, squeeze, trying to reassert control I barely had in the first place. “Neve, stop.”

She yanks her wrist free, squeezing again. My body jerks. My restraint is paper-thin and on fire.

“I said stop,” I grit, but it’s a threat and a plea, and she hears all of it.

“You have a safe word.” Her gold eyes burn holes straight through my soul. “Use it, Daddy. Make me.”

It’s over.

I grab at the silk tie wrapped around my throat, dragging the knot loose and tugging it off in a single violent motion, practically choking myself in the process. My hands are rough and everywhere, all sense burned off. I twist her wrists behind her back, pinning them with one hand; with the other, I wrap the tie, fast, tight, binding her wrists until she’s at my mercy.

The sight of her arms caught behind her, chest heaving, cheeks flushed wild pink—I want to fucking kneel for her. Instead, I grip both hands on her hips, dragging her down hard.

She whimpers for me. The sound is filthy, shameless, teeth in my flesh, begging for more.

I can barely see.

I haul her more roughly, bouncing her hips against my thigh, and she breaks for me. She comes like she’s been set on fire and electrocuted all at once, body jerking so hard it knocks the breath out of both of us. Her head snaps back, mouth wide, pretty little pulse fluttering under her jaw, making the most perfect, obscene sounds I’ve ever heard.

Her voice shreds through me, a rush of filthy praise. I’ve never seen anyone come like this. Not for me. But that’s what this is; it’s all for me. I did this to her.

She trembles, hair wild, eyes glazed and hungry when she finally locks on mine again. “I want to see you,” she begs, breathless, wrecked, wrists straining against my tie as she pushes those plush tits up with her upper arms. “Please, Daddy, I want to see you come. Please. Please let me.”

Fuck.

It detonates inside me just from her words, from the look on her face, the way she’s still grinding. I blow right through the edge and shatter, coming so hard I nearly black out. My cock jerks and pulses, thick wet heat exploding in my jeans, and I don’t even care. I want her to see it. I want her to know how little control I have left.

I have no control when it comes to her.

She moans, greedy for it, desperate, like she could swallow my pleasure whole. “Yes. Yes.”

We both breathe heavily for what feels like hours, and her forehead falls against mine. I take the opportunity to gently untie her wrists, massaging the welts left there.

Neve tilts her face up slightly, so her nose brushes mine, then her hands come up to frame my face, thumb brushing over my cheekbone.

She’s about to kiss me.

I’m about to let her.

I turn my head quickly, so her lips come into contact with my cheek instead of my mouth. A soft breath coasts out of her, and I try to force myself to ignore the disappointment it’s so obviously steeped in.

Her hands drop.

“This shouldn’t have happened,” I mutter, and the words squeeze all the air from my lungs, so my chest aches with it. “We can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

When I dare a look at her face, I wish I hadn’t. Neve’s brows are drawn down, those pretty, gemlike eyes clouded with confusion and a little bit of frustration. Her pupils are blown, but her jaw is set.