Bite Me, Daddy (Dangerous Daddy Book 3)

After admiring the faint blush on her right ass cheek caused by his hand, Paine picked up one of the small bottles of conditioner the hotel provided.

“Reach back and open your ass cheeks for me,” he ordered.

Mirage whimpered.

Paine placed a threatening hand on her still heated right cheek. “Do you need another reminder to obey me?”

“No,” she gasped as she tentatively reached back and tried to grasp her wet skin.

Paine grabbed her wrists and forced her arms back further. “Place your fingers in the seam and pull them apart.”

Mirage did as she was told, opening her bottom for him.

Unscrewing the cap on the conditioner, Paine drizzled the contents down the seam of her ass and over her small puckered hole. He watched as the iridescent pearl liquid covered her pink skin as Mirage jumped up onto her toes from the contact of the cool liquid on her warm body.

Fisting his cock, heavy with arousal, Paine took a step forward.

“Were you a bad girl?”

Mirage nodded yes.

“Say it,” he growled.

“I was a bad girl,” she groaned as she turned her head to press her forehead against the tiles.

“And what happens to bad little girls who run away?”

“Please don’t,” begged Mirage. “It will hurt too much.”

Paine cupped her right ass cheek and squeezed hard.

Mirage screamed and rose up on her toes again.

“I asked you what happens to bad little girls who run away.”

“They get punished.”

“How do they get punished, Mira. I want to hear you say it.”

“They get a-a…cock in their ass.”

“That’s right, baby. They get the full ten inches.”

Mirage whimpered.

Planting his feet wide, Paine grasped his cock and positioned it between her ass cheeks. Pressing the tip against her entrance. Her body clenched tightly closed. He pushed harder.

“Let me in, baby. Let me into that tight ass of yours.”

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“You will,” he ground out.

Shifting his hips forward, he ruthlessly pressed the bulbous head of his cock forward, watching as the conditioner slicked opening began to weaken from his assault. After a moment, the head popped in despite her resistance.

Mirage cried out, her hands clawing at the tiles as her thigh muscles tightened.

Paine gritted his teeth against the wave of sick pleasure that washed over him the moment her body submitted to him. He thrust forward, burying half his cock in her heat.

“Ow! Ow! Please take it out! Take it out!” begged Mirage.

Paine was deaf to her pleas. Pulling his hips back slightly, he pounded into her a second time, forcing her to take all ten inches at once.

Mirage screamed.

He continued to thrust, the tight clench of her ass around his cock spurring him on.

“Arch your back,” he commanded with a slap to her ass for emphasis.

Mirage immediately complied. Arching her back, she pushed her hips further onto his cock. They both moaned in unison.

Paine wrapped his arms around her and cupped both her breasts. Squeezing the soft flesh, he pinched each pert nipple with his fingers.

Plunging his shaft deep inside her body, he rasped against her neck. “Tell me. Tell me how it feels.”

“It hurts. It feels full. There’s so much pressure,” she moaned.

“But you like it don’t you? You like being taken against your will. Used. You like the pain of submitting.”

“Fuck! Oh, god,” she moaned as she instinctively pushed her hips back.

“Tell me, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes! Fuck! Yes! Fuck me, Paine. Make it hurt.”

Driving into her hard and fast, Paine kept his left hand on her breast while he moved his right to her throat. Gently squeezing, he tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder as he leaned into her. Her body started to rock and tremble in his strong grasp. She was close. He could feel it.

Moving his left hand, he caressed her cunt before forcing two fingers into her sore and swollen passage.

Mirage bucked in his arms. Her hands reached out to hold onto his wrists as he rocked into her ass. Paine lifted his torso, standing upright. With her petite frame still clenched in his grasp, he lifted her bodily off the tiled floor. The weight of her body came down on his cock as she stood her back flush against his front.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed as she came.

Paine thrust once more before releasing inside her.

They both collapsed against the tile wall. Their heavy breathing and the hissing rush of water from the shower the only sounds.

Turning in his arms, Mirage cuddled up against his shoulder. Giving him a shy smile, she said, “I will have to misbehave more often.”

Brushing the wet curls back from her cheek, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Baby, if you misbehave any more than you already do…you may just succeed in killing me,” he teased with a smile.

“That is not at all how it happened!” protested Mirage.

“That is exactly how it happened,” argued Paine.

They were sitting naked in bed eating Chinese take-out. Paine had also gotten them some wine which they sipped from the clear, plastic cups provided by the hotel.

Grabbing a bite of lemon chicken from the container in her hand with his chopsticks, Paine said, “You just don’t want to admit you were instantly seduced by my charms.”

“Despite what you may think of your charms, I did not just fall into bed with you that night!” said Mirage as she reached over to grab some of his Lo Mein with her own chopsticks.

They were reminiscing about the infamous night they first met in Istanbul.

“You tried to get in my pants, but if I recall, I told you to go scratch. It wasn’t until you got me drunk on whiskey that I gave in,” said Mirage.

“As I recall it, you did that move where you spread your legs and begged me to fuck you.”

“I was showing you a move from one of my heists!”

“A move that required you to stand on your hands and open your legs…wide?” asked Paine as he quirked a disbelieving eyebrow at her.

Mirage took a dainty sip of her wine as her cheeks blushed pink. “Well,” she said, flustered as she gave him a dramatic roll of her eyes.

“Just what I thought,” smirked Paine. “Why did you leave the next morning? I left you a note saying I would return.”

Mirage shrugged her shoulders as she played with the hem of the sheet. “I’m not very good with relationships and interacting with people. I’m alone a lot. I think the only reason why my relationship with Dev worked as long as it did was because he was actually rarely around and always just told me what I wanted to hear. It’s hard to get spooked into running away by a man who sets such a low bar with no real expectations of you. Besides, I didn’t think I was anything more than a convenient one-night stand to you and wanted to avoid an awkward conversation the next day.”

Paine crooked his finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. “Well, you were wrong about that, and I plan to always be around from now on, so you better get used to it. And every time you run away…I will give chase, kitten. Every time.”

Mirage blushed a richer hue of pink at his possessive words.

“And it was your loss. I brought back Yumurtali pides that morning,” provoked Paine.

“I love pides!” exclaimed Mirage. Pides were a Turkish savory pastry with smoked meat, tomato, cheese and sometimes a baked egg.

“I figured you might. Do you have any idea how difficult it was to find pides while a fucking coup was still going on?”

“Sorry,” offered Mirage sheepishly as she bit into an egg roll.

“Speaking of the coup, how the fuck did you manage to vanish out of the country like that? The airports were still closed and the military had the whole city on lock down.

Mirage gave him a sly look. “There is a reason why they call me Mirage…because I got skills.”

“I’ll show you skills,” growled Paine playfully as he tossed the egg roll she was eating over his shoulder and leaned in for a kiss.

Much later, they were no longer able to avoid the world outside. They had to discuss their current predicament with The Syndicate and the kill contract that loomed over each of their heads.

“I have an idea but I warn you, you’re going to hate it,” said Mirage.

“Maybe not. Everyone knows no one beats you when it comes to a good, well-thought out plan,” responded Paine with only the barest hint of a sarcastic reference to her well-laid plan of revenge against him.

Mirage told him of her idea to break into The Syndicate’s headquarters and steal enough evidence against them to blackmail them into leaving her and Paine alone.