Desire and discipline

My veins began to constrict suddenly as my stomach began to quiver. I asked, "What are you doing here?"

  He glared at me while his jaw twitched. Why wouldn't I be in this place? Livia, we were supposed to meet at two o'clock. Now it's three. Did you overlook or disregard my message?

  My heart began to race as I remembered shutting down my phone and stuffing it into my purse. I messed up. Maybe I did? My brain was trying to figure out what was going on. I believed I had texted you.

  "I got a message, and I answered that I'd see you nevertheless. Tonight there's a thing," he said.

  "That isn't right. How was I expected to find out about the gala?

  He grunted, "There's always a fucking gala, Livia," and his teeth were clinched.

  My arms were crossed over my robe. "You can't just text me the night before a ball and expect me to get ready. Smith, I have a life.

  My response didn't win him over. "I paid for you to be prepared,"

  My lips tensed up. He was accurate. In the previous couple of weeks, the man had spent a fair amount of money. I should have at least responded to a text.

  "I called you four times," he continued. "You're ignoring me?"

  The direct inquiries surprised me. It was pointless to think that the multibillionaire would waste time playing charades. Smith spoke in a plain and honest manner, making it impossible to avoid responding. I took a sip. "Hey Smith. I can't do this now; I'm busy. Cleaning is necessary.

  Make time, Livia, make time.

  I yelled, "It's not my fault." "The hospital advised me to switch off my phone. I stayed all day.

  He raised an eyebrow and gave me a dead-on look. "You're not there right now."

  I fumbled around for a strategy to defuse the circumstance. Don't you intend to ask me how the procedure went?

  He firmly set his feet down on the mat. I'm not required to. On my phone, I get status updates.

  My breathing slowed down. Was he sincere? Was it an app, or did he receive calls from smitten nurses? What's more, why wasn't I informed? The thought of him being able to obtain patient information from a hospital made my blood burn through my chest. They had no idea what confidentiality even meant. He is whose father. My fingers gently massaged my temples, or I did it myself.

  If you had bothered to check your phone, you too would have received updates. Look at that, he commanded.

  His voice had a tone that I didn't like. He had no right to rule me because he didn't own me. Nevertheless, I followed instructions and hurried up to my room. The application seemed like a smart idea.

  When I arrived, I grabbed my phone, turned it on, and put aside the several calls and texts from Smith. I took a swallow and cast a glance at the door. I felt a pang of remorse in my abdominal sides. He had been attempting to contact me all day.

  I carefully read a message from a different sender, who asked me to reply with the numbers 004911 in order to receive Palms Medical Center status updates. I did, and when I saw the welcome message, I immediately felt a sense of comfort. I could now communicate with whoever was taking care of my father on a deeper level.

  A strong apology was required. Although I didn't want to ignore his calls, I had no idea he would call the following day when we were both so worn out. I put my phone back on my nightstand before turning to leave.

  Smith had already arrived at the doorway to my bedroom and was leaning against it with his hands in his pockets. He surveyed my open robe with his menacing eyes. "It's brand-new software technology." His eyebrows were elevated. "Helpful?"

  I blinked. "Smith, I apologize." I wanted to speak more, but my whole body shook at the sight of his eyes growing dimmer.

  He stepped over after stepping back from the door jamb. His towering height intimidated me as his eyes lingered over my mouth.

  I stifled a whine that was about to escape even though I wanted him to lean down and kiss me until I was dizzy. I didn't want him to find out how badly I wanted to feel his stubble rubbing across my mound till I yelled his name. He had an unseemly, insatiable appetite that made me crazy. I finally broke my silence. My thirsty lips accidentally uttered his name. "Smith."

  He pushed me against the wall of my bedroom and swooped in to swallow me whole. He was as swift as a panther. My lips parted beneath his, inviting the firm, piercing touches of his tongue. I was overcome with a want for more of the dominant masculinity when his raw force erupted into my mouth. I lifted to my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his nape, bringing him further lower.

  He hoisted me so I could wrap my legs around his small waist while flashing a small smile. He kept me still while grinding his erect bulge against the center of my panty-clad body. My full clit was stroked into oblivion by the rough cloth of his pants as it hit and caught it. I was terribly sorry for him. It had only been a day, but he needed to touch me right away to get me to come.

  He had come to blow my house down, but I had never intended for him to barge into my safe sanctuary. I had no idea who was flouting which laws; all I needed was for him to treat me like there was no tomorrow.

  Smith ran his tongue over the heated, pulsing skin on the side of my neck while sucking. I stroked my breasts against his firm male chest wall as a deep-seated arousal spread over my pelvis. "Thank you, Smith. I require you.

  He backed off. As I let him go, a disappointed mew came out of my mouth.

  He removed his jacket with a shrug and draped it across the chair's back. His white, ironed shirt revealed his enormous muscles. He was a beast unlike any other, and he must have had the outfit specially cut to accommodate his enormous shoulders. The same was done with his pants; he carefully lined up the wrinkles and folded them over the coat.

  My body began to warm up like wildfire. Why did he always make fun of me in this way? It was so untrue.

  He untied his tie after taking two cufflinks out of his shirt and placing them on the dresser.

  Yes, I realize that it is a pricey Italian suit. Please take it out and fuck me.

  I was able to see his well-defined torso and the smooth, masculine indentations of his abs as he removed his shirt. A pair of slim-fitting, black boxers could be found following a trail of well styled hair. As he sat on the end of the bed, the scent of sandalwood and passion filled the room. His gaze turned to mine.

  My white cotton undies got wet and sticky. Although I wished I had dressed in lace, I didn't anticipate him at my door today. As I waited for him to take me, I swallowed.

  Smith said "Come here, Livia," in a menacing voice that made my back tingle. He drew me to him when I approached him and crossed his legs. I stroked the erection with my thigh and let out a gasp. I wanted to see if my touch had the same effect on him as it had on me.

  His face darkened as his breathing became labored.

  As I felt the primitive, undeveloped specimen of a man push me close to him, my heartbeat erupted. My legs were placed on either side of his hips as I ascended the bed and mounted him. My breasts were only an inch away from his mouth as I was sitting on his lap, and he made the most of the situation. Through the flimsy fabric of my translucent nightgown, his tongue slid across my rumbling nipple. The painful apex sprung into life under his manly touch. I struggled to control the groan that came out of my mouth.

  He removed the nightgown's bra cup and circled the delicate nub of the breast before putting the entire thing in his mouth. He fixed his attention on me. Does that appeal to you?

  Smith Mason never gave a damn whether I enjoyed any sexual act up to this time. He had merely given a performance that he enjoyed. As a result, when the intriguing issue was raised, a rush of juiced adrenaline and unrestrained lust swept through my body. I shoved his head firmly onto my chest and smothered him in my bosom while running my fingers through his hair. I wanted to lie with every fiber of my being, yet I was unable to do it. Indeed, Smith. I adore it.

  As he latches onto my all-too-willing breast, the tingling feeling intensifies. I reached a peak of ecstasy as he rolled my nipple between his teeth and caught it between his lips. He then came to a stop.

  The air in my nose was hot. Why did he usually drive me there before abandoning me there? He teased way too much and didn't realize how irritating it was. "I was on my way. Smith, if you could, I need this.

  He remained silent. As he focused his narrowed eyes on me, the savage line in his jaw ticked. He lifted me onto the bed and stood up all at once.

  I refrained from grunting as I dropped to my hands and knees, my ass perfectly aligned with his groin. In my most private space, I yearned for his thick member, and the thought of the gift I was about to receive made my heart accelerate. Every cell in my body yearned for him to return, even though the delicate passage was still aching from yesterday. I cursed my lack of greater willpower. Money was no longer a factor. I could no longer deny that I needed him within.

  I closed my eyes as my inner thighs were covered in almost-embarrassing amounts of feminine fluid. I wasn't ready for him to realize how much I yearned for him, but it revealed it. That kind of information being known to him might spell my doom. I tightened my grip on my lower lip and awaited entrance.

  He made a slow whistle sound. He rubbed his fingers down my posterior and said, "You've got a beautiful ass." He palmed my ass and squeezed it twice before moving on to the opposite cheek.

  I was compelled to want him. Insatiable hunger pushed butterflies to the side. I no longer gave a damn about his opinion of the wet underwear; all I wanted was for him to stick his fingers inside. I poked my butt into his outstretched palm. Say "touch me."

  My speech came across as weak and helpless. I whirled around and pleaded for the capable male hands.

  His eyes fixed on mine. Within seconds, his eyes went from being somber to being wildly comical. As he cupped, squeezed, and held the meaty ass, he became serious once more. He cocked his head sideways and made a lovely mouth. "You've been a bad girl, Livia," he yelled. "You didn't respond to my SMS or calls, either. Do you feel that you deserve to be here?

  I resisted the impulse to bob my head from side to side while panting to get some cold air onto my burning chest. "I apologize, Smith. I won't do it once again. I swear. Make me come, please.

  He took a fast breath and exhaled. You possess fingers. Employ them.

  My brain was jumbled. Why did I have to descend to appeasing my own body if he was in my room? After years of using my own fingers, I craved cock. I made the decision not to make any accusations against him, but it must have been part of the game. The last thing I wanted was a heated, sexually frustrated conversation. I took a deep breath in and exhaled as I turned around to look at him once again. "Will you agree if I do that?"

  His hand raised. A booming clap hit my ass just a fraction of a second later. As pain and pleasure combined into one, my back arched and I let out a scream. In response to the quick, undeveloped hand, the area between my thighs trembled. I took a few steps back and braced myself.

  He beat me up once again. Hard.

  My heartbeat quickened as a throbbing arousal passed through my middle. While I longed for more of the solid, masculine hand, my hands were tightly clasped around the white silk sheets in front of me.

  He once more lowered his flat palm.

  Shouldn't I have objected to this? My thoughts were racing. I had never received a slap like that. Skin around my mouth tightened as an intense surge of pleasure spread throughout my body as a result of the agony. To my shame, I let out a weeping whimper as sticky moisture began to drip down the delicate skin of my inner thighs.

  He stroked the tormented flesh as if he needed to induce healing in the pink place. Have you realized your mistake?

  As a result of supporting my weight, my arms and legs were trembling. He was unjustifiably harsh, like a punishment machine. He was cruel in his acts, and he harassed me horribly. My body began to tremble, and I bent my head. I forced myself to hold my breath till ultimately heavy panting gave way to my chest. "Yes."

  He felt the soaking moisture between my thighs, and I grasped the blankets even tighter. Before slipping a finger into the warm folds of flesh, he briefly passed over the throbbing clit.

  "Fuck," he bellowed. His fingers shook inside of me as his breathing became labored. "Take off your clothes. Livia."