Chained To You - Chapter 36：Mia

When I woke up just after midnight, it was to see the handsome billionaire standing at the end of my bed, watching me. I blinked and sat up, arranging the duvet around me properly to cover me in a more decent fashion. I had no idea why I felt shy all of a sudden for him to see me without much clothing on. After all, the man had already seen me naked, had already been intimate with me.

I blushed thinking about it. Thank goodness there was only the bedside lamp on, and surely the man wouldn’t be able to see my face properly.

“I did wait for you,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear. “But I got sleepy.” I knew I sounded like a child, but it was the truth.

After he’d called me, I mucked around trying to find books to read. I happened upon some in his office. Mainly about business and self-improvement. I selected one of the many self-improvement books, and it certainly was enlightening.

After that, of course, I had dinner and then read some more, and then at just after ten, I got tired and decided to wait for him in bed instead. Then half an hour later, I knew no more and, voilà, here I was, waking to see him right there before me like a very handsome shadow within my dreams.

He smiled and cocked his head to one side. “I trust your day went well?”

“It was okay,” I said mildly. “You’ll take me to see Andy tomorrow, right?” I needed to confirm our plan again.

“Andy, Andy, Andy…” he said. “Is he the only person you ever think of?”

“Of course,” I said without much thought. “He’s my brother.”

He nodded with… a sour look on his face. He stepped forward and easily pulled the duvet off me. I blinked as the cool night air touched my skin and my bare legs came into his view.

Was this what he meant when he questioned if I’d be ready for him when he returned? Hadn’t we only had sex this morning?

He smirked, and I noted the glint in his eyes.

“James?” I asked.

He rested his hand on my thigh and stared deep into my eyes. I saw the fire within them, and my core tightened in response. Slowly his hand made its way up and touched the warmth beneath my panties. Then he started rubbing against the thin fabric. The strength and warmth of his hand lit a fire within my core, and I sucked in my breath. He moved into a rhythm as he watched my face. I tried not to show too much, but I couldn’t help myself. I groaned again and again as my panties became wetter and wetter and his movements grew rougher and rougher.

“You’re so beautiful, Mia. Every time I touch you, you give me that lustful expression. It’s fucking hard to resist.”

Suddenly his lips were against mine and he kissed me wildly and passionately. His tongue plunged into my mouth and began stroking, caressing. I whimpered as he continued to seductively assault me. My body became weak and heated, melting against his. Then my shirt was gone, followed by my panties. He stared at me long and hard, as he had this morning, and then a smirk appeared on his face.

“Such an incredible body,” he said. “Obeying my every command.” He cupped my face and whispered softly, “Such a beautiful expression.”

I didn’t know I wore such an embarrassing expression on my face, even though it pleased him. But I didn’t have to think about that when he leaned forward. Then slowly and erotically he swiped his tongue across my lower lip. My whole being flared with pleasure, and I wanted more. Then he nibbled on the lip, playing with the flesh, which made me hot and bothered. After he’d had enough, he turned his attention to my neck, and there he began licking and kissing while his hands, hot and eager, were everywhere, caressing me.

I was lost in James Maxwell’s wonderful world of intoxicating seduction when I felt his hardened manhood enter me in one searing, powerful thrust. At the same time, he gently bit into the flesh at the base of my neck. Then he started driving into me, his rhythm slow and tender.

I clung to him and cried out in pleasurable delight as we danced together. It was wonderful, and I found myself loving it. I wanted it to go on forever. When he moved my knees out farther to accommodate him, I sucked in my breath as he snuggled deeper into me.

He changed rhythm, faster and harder, digging deeper into me, making my whole being cry out in frantic heat, desiring more and more. My core burned, wanting so badly to burst in sexual gratification.

James moved to kiss me again as he continued his hard-out fast pace, his tongue wild in my mouth as he pounded in and out of me, driving me to the brink of insanity.

Suddenly he released my mouth and swore loudly. “Fuck!”

I cried, “James! James! I’m coming. I’m coming. Ngh… Ngh…”

I clung to him as he drove in and out of me harder and faster, and both our bodies shook the bed. I could feel his heat and toned muscles tighten as his arms squeezed me against him by the small of my back.

I watched in fascination and felt a lump in my throat.

He cupped my face to turn my attention to him, and I saw him smiling at me.

“I’ll fuck you every night, Mia. You’re wonderful,” he said, pleased. Just as he finished that statement, he kissed me, his tongue slipping straight into my mouth.

As he passionately kissed me once again, I couldn’t help but wonder about his words. Yes, I felt elated the sex was magnificent yet at the same time sad that sex with James Maxwell was just that. Sex. Nothing else. I wanted to feel a sort of emotional connection with him, but…

Well, what did I expect? I was only his mistress, and oddly enough, I felt quite disappointed about that.