her warm weight against my body and my heart. “Good girl. Go splash some cold water on your face. Daddy wants to see you smile, before he says goodbye.”
She wipes her face. “I like hearing you call yourself that. It makes you seem less scary. I’ll remember it next time I see you at Court and you’re in your uniform being curtsied to.”
It makes me feel centered, being that for her. Knowing that she does what I say, because she wants to, not because she has to. I stroke my thumb against her cheek, gazing down at her.
“Am I your dirty little secret?” she asks, anxiety flickering in her eyes.
“No. You’re my sweet little secret. The sweetest secret anyone could have.”
“Your sweet secret. I like that.” She lays her head on my shoulder.
So do I. My sweet little secret, and one day, she’ll be my sweet little wife.
Chapter Fourteen
Wraye
Two weeks after we first became lovers, Devrim and I have managed to be alone at the apartment four times, always during the day. He’s bought me presents of lingerie, though I can’t take them home. I keep them at the apartment, and I wear them for him. They’re not the harsh red and black kind that I used to find in the beds at Hotel Ivera, but soft pastels colors. Cute camisoles and tiny G-strings. Bra sets with ruffles.
I sink onto his lap on the couch one afternoon, wearing a white lacy set. He plucks at the pink bow at the front.
“Don’t you look a pretty picture, little girl.”
My knees hug his hips, and I arch into his chest, enjoying my body against his, but actually feeling pretty, too.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Against my sex, I feel his cock is hard in his pants. “Too pretty to fuck, or just pretty enough?”
He pulls my underwear aside and slides two fingers through my pussy. “Far too pretty to fuck. Look at this pussy. She’s perfection.”
I lean into his fingers and wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him as sensations race through me. His hazel eyes glimmer like sunshine on water. “But I like it when you get me all messy.”
Without getting off his lap, I undo the buttons on his shirt and run my hands up his warm chest. I help him out of his shirt and undo his pants, running my fingers up and down his length and watching the pleasure flickering over his face. He pulls a condom out of his pocket and rolls it on.
Apart from that first time, when we nearly had sex on his sofa, he’s always used a condom. He rarely finishes while wearing it, though, preferring to come on me. I’m happy with this as it wouldn’t help our secrecy any if I were to get pregnant.
Devrim clenches the base of his cock in his fist, and I sink down onto him, uttering a moan of pleasure. I work myself up and down on him, while he undoes my bra and slips it from my shoulders. It’s not long until I’m shuddering against him and moaning loudly with each hungry movement of my hips. As my peak crests, I feel him fastening my wrists behind me with my bra.
I open my eyes and gaze at him, breathing hard. There’s a glint in his eyes, which tells me what’s going to happen next.
He pushes me face down on the sofa and pushes my legs open with his knees. “Pretty baby, all tied up and helpless.”
Then he drives his cock into me. He likes this position, where I’m helpless beneath him, and he can pull my hair and spank my ass, while he fucks me hard. If he’s already spanked me, he likes to pinch my reddened flesh and makes me squeal for him.
Today, he pulls out and puts a pillow under my hips. I hear the soft clink of something behind me. A moment later, his leather belt strikes me across my behind.
“Does it hurt?”
I shove my face into the sofa cushion and squeal in pain. “Yes, Daddy, it hurts. It hurts so bad.”
He cracks the belt again. “How about now?”
“Motherfucker.”
“Language, little girl. Can you take anymore?”
When I don’t answer, he pinches one of the welts on my ass, and I buck my hips, trying to make it stop. “Hold still.” He pinches harder, until I stop wriggling around. “Well?”
“Well what?”
He grabs a fistful of my hair and turns my face toward him. “Are you giving me cheek?”
Despite the pain in my scalp and my