His Slave

45. Sweet Love

James lets go of one of my wrists, tenderly running his fingers down the side of my face, caressing my cheek.

"You're sure?" He confirms, brushing a loose strand of hair out of my face.

I nod, smiling up at him. "I want this," I assure him, my words a soft whisper into the small expanse between us. "I want to be yours completely."

James strokes my hair, dragging his thumb along the curve of my ear.

"And what if you realize you're not ready?" He asks me curiously, pulling me up by my wrist into a sitting position.

"I'll tell you," I reply simply.

James quirks an eyebrow at me in question. "You'll just simply tell me?" He asks, his words dripping with condescension.

Oh right. There are proper terms and protocols for these things. "I'll... use the safe word," I correct quietly, staring down at the floor.

James slides his long, slender fingers under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. He drags his thumb over my bottom lip, smirking down at me.

"Oh my darling little slave," James taunts, his violet eyes alight with wicked intentions.

"If you want me to fuck you, you're going to have to do better than that."

"W-what do... you m-mean?" I stutter, and I can feel the color creeping onto my cheeks.

James scoffs. "Come now, Erin. You're better at begging than that," he replies, pulling me into his lap. He wraps his fingers around the back of my neck, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. He pulls away, staring down at me for a moment before he leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear.

"And I do so love it when you beg for me," he whispers sensually, his breath hot against my skin. "So, be a good girl and make me believe you want it."

I can feel the heat burning between my thighs. He knows how badly I want this. He just enjoys humiliating me too much. He wants to make me say it out loud. Arrogant bastard.

I would tell him no, but the submissive little slave inside of me won't let that happen. I know I've never begged for sex before. I'm not really sure how it's done, but I think I can handle this.

I swallow back my panic, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "Please, Master," I start, biting my lip for effect.

"I want you to... fuck me," I beg, my stomach twisting into knots as I say the words.

"I... need you inside of me," I continue, my breaths becoming uneven as my desire for him grows heavier. Shit. Maybe I like it when I beg, too.

I can tell by the desire growing in James' eyes, that my words are having their intended affect on him.

I wrap my arms around his neck, tenderly dragging my fingertips from the edges of his hair, down his neck to just below the collar of his shirt and back up again.

He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, the slightest groan escaping his lips. After a second he opens his eyes again and I decide to plead my case one more time for good measure.

"Please, Master. I want you to own every part of me," I beg, barely able to contain the moan lingering at the back of my throat.

"I want you to claim me from the inside," I finish, my last few words coming out in a lust-filled half whisper. God, did I really just say that?!

James swallows and stares down at me, hunger burning in his eyes.

"I'll have to remember to make you beg for things more often. I think that was the hottest thing you've ever done," he breathes out, his voice thick with lust.