Page 27 of A New Year's Toy
Alcohol, drugs, gambling, even running, or any kind of physical activity… Plenty of my work partners or connections fell into one of those rabbit holes.
Not me.
I’m in control.
I am control.
The old me was, anyway.
This new person who loves Nola more than life itself, he holds a measure of control. It’s only a part of him.
The other part is Nola.
I’m addicted, crazy, and madly possessed by this woman lying beneath me.
“Alistair,” she rasps.
My fingers tangle in her hair. Each shove of my cock in her ass is matched with a tug of those long, wavy locks. Her cheek is plastered to the clean, white linens of the hotel, her lips open, eyes those of a wild animal.
Of a lioness.
And the queen of the animal kingdom can take just about anything.
“Your fucking ass, Nola.” I bite her bare shoulder, sucking on the flesh.
Nola cries from her throat and eyes alike, yet she pushes her butt to match my thrusts.
My goddamn goddess.
“Who are these tears for, sweetheart?”
I release her hair, slipping my hand to the chain connecting her nipple clamps.
“For you.”
“These tits?” I slow my thrusts, twisting the chain around my finger and pulling it to the right.
“You.”
Without a foreword, I tug them to the left.
“You, what?”
“You, Daddy.”
The fireworks planned for New Year’s Eve tomorrow will have nothing on the bright light her total submission shines on me. My once-cold heart melts every day more for Nola. My damaged soul is repaired increment by increment thanks to her.
She doesn’t just run her own company. She runs me.
Her cheeks are flushed, a sheen layer of sweat forms on her forehead. I bend to kiss and lick it off Nola, who shivers beneath me.
“Daddy makes you feel good?”
Leaving the chain, I trail my hand down her belly to the clit camp.
“Very.”
“Are you ready to come?”
