Page 116 of Claimed By My Ex's Dad
I hear chains jingling and immediately lose my breath, excitement burning through me like no time has changed.
Watching Valerian walk over to me, chains dropping from his hand, makes the past ten months feel like a fever dream.
And now I’m awake.
“Be a good girl and shuffle yourself up to the headboard, sweetheart,” he instructs, his voice low, filling the entire bedroom.
My heart beats erratically in my chest as I press my back up against the cool wood.
“Remove the blazer and shirt,” instructs Valerian, standing over me like a dark knight with those chains, full of bad intentions.
My pussy is ready to receive all of him, goodandbad. Nothing matters more than him getting inside so I can feel all parts of him.
And not all of those parts are good, but I didn’t rush over here for good. I came to honor the first and last man in my life who made me feel something real.
Good people don’t exist in this world. Everyone has a balance of both inside of them. If Valerian was a patron saint, I wouldn’t be here. And I definitely wouldn’t be wet through my panties, holding my wrists up, begging him to fuck me.
I’m in love with all versions of him.
I don’t want good. I just want honest. And Valerian has always given me that.
“Such a good girl,” moans Valerian, admiring me from afar, “tied up to my bed, whimpering for me.” He trails his finger over his lip, considering his next moves.
My nipples are on the verge of poking through this bra. I struggle against the handcuffs, needing him to remove the bra.
The chains clang against the wood as I squirm, trying to slide my hand out of the cuff so I can touch myself. He doesn’t seem to be in a rush to do that.
“You’re even more of a fucking delight than I remember,” he grunts, the mattress dipping as he sits on the edge of your bed. “Look at your breasts. I could flex my fingers and still not get my hand around them properly.”
“It’s called having a baby,” I pant, my body starting to get restless.
“Indeed.” Valerian’s face darkens over, taking my body in.
He turns his body around to face me, hooking a finger under my bra wiring.
I stare at the finger, heart drumming in my throat.
Valerian’s eyes cut through me like they did in the lobby. He watches me carefully, eyes clouded over with the type of darkness that causes you to lose yourself and rediscover your identity, all in one breath.
He catches my eyes and rips the fabric, my bra tearing in half. Valerian tosses the two separate cups aside and runs his hands over my breasts, smoothing, contorting the tissue like he’s kneading bread.
“Such amazing tits,” he grunts, placing his mouth on my nipple, kissing the sensitive area.
Tingles fill my body, my moans drifting out into the room.
I clench my thighs together, my back still pressed into the headboard. My clit is throbbing, swollen with desire.
The attention he’s giving to my breasts isn’t making any of this easier.
“Please,” I groan. “Fuck me. We don’t have time for this.”
“Oh, yes, we do, my sweetprintsessa.Don’t you remember what I told you before about defying me?”
“What?” I gasp between staggered breaths.
Shadows play on Valerian’s face, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “You know the rules. I win every single time, sweetheart. And your punishment for walking away from me is going to be a big one.”
Valerian flashes me a pointed look and rips open my thighs, causing a gasp to slip from my mouth.
