Page 13 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)

Chapter Thirteen

RAVEN

M y body feels like an electric current’s flowing through it—one slight touch of anything and I’ll combust.

“Please, James,” I pant. “I need?—”

His voice is low against my ear as he grazes my neck with his lips. “I know what you need, baby, but you’ll get it when I say you can.”

Oh, fuck .

He smacks a hand down again, and I wriggle on his lap, trying to ease the ache of my throbbing clit. I move my left hand down, getting to the top of my shorts, before my hand is slapped away.

“No,” James growls, low and dark. “Your pleasure belongs to me and only me. You don’t get to touch yourself.”

I jerk my head up, gaping at him as our eyes lock. “At all?” I squeak. Surely he can’t be serious?

“At. All,” he reiterates.

His hand comes down to my ass again, and I nearly come, my orgasm right there .

“Shit. That feels so good,” I moan as I basically dry hump his leg.

James chuckles. “When I tell you not to do something, you will obey, Raven.”

I nod, my stomach clenching with anticipation. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praises, and a shiver runs through me.

James gently places his hand on my thigh, and I silently beg him to move it higher.

He rests it there for a minute, my heart pounding at what he’s going to do next.

The anticipation keeps me suspended in a state of bliss, one where he’s in charge—I don’t have to think, I just have to obey—and I’m desperate for more of his touch.

I don’t have to wait long to find out as his hand slowly moves upward, moving in slow circles as he gets closer and closer to the edge of my shorts. My breathing stutters as he brushes a finger against my seam, and I let out a long, low moan.

A slow heat curls somewhere low in my stomach. “Please, Daddy,” I beg again. “I can’t take it anymore.”

James stills his hand. “If you want me to stop, just say the word.”

“No,” I rush out, panting. “I just need to come. I-I don’t want you to stop.” A tear slides down my face, the edging he’s doing to me slowly driving me insane with need.

“Hmm,” he hums noncommittally as he starts his slow, torturous pace on my thigh again.

He gets to the top of my shorts once more, and without even touching me, I’m done for, coming with a scream. A hand clamps over my mouth, dulling the sounds. Anyone could hear us, but I’m beyond caring.

James gently moves me so I’m sitting on his lap, my head resting against his chest as my body twitches with aftershocks. He traces circles on my back as I come down from my high, my ass tender as I sit. He may have only smacked my ass a few times, but I bruise like a peach.

He sits forward, reaching for the glass of whiskey on the table and taking out an ice cube. Shifting me onto my side slightly, he rubs the ice against my ass in soft circles. I flinch at the initial contact but settle into it as the sting fades.

“How are you feeling?” James gently asks, the deep rumble of his voice soothing me.

As I’m cocooned his arms, all I feel is contentment. His embrace is something I don’t ever want to leave, but why can’t I move anything, though? I feel weird, like my body isn’t cooperating. Is this normal? I’d start freaking out, but I just don’t have the energy.

When I don’t move, James tilts my head toward him, but it feels slow, like time has slowed down or something.

“Oh, pretty girl,” he murmurs, looking at me softly. “I’ve got you.” He pulls me closer, stroking my hair and placing gentle kisses on the top of my head.

I don’t know how long we sit there for before he gently picks me up and places me on the sofa. “You doing okay, baby?” he asks, but I still don’t have the energy to answer him.

I feel like I’m suspended in time, locked inside my body with no way to communicate. It scares me for a moment, but the one thing I know for certain is that James would never do anything to hurt me. If he’s not freaking out, then I trust he knows what he’s doing and how to help me.

James gives a nod of his head, understanding clear in his gaze as he grabs a cushion and blanket from the sofa opposite and places the cushion under my head. I didn’t realize I was shivering until he wrapped the blanket around me .

“I’m just going to get you a drink, Raven. I’ll be back in two minutes.” He brushes a hair out of my face and places a kiss on my forehead.

James comes back a few moments later with a glass of water in his hand. “I need you to drink this for me, okay?”

I can slowly feel myself coming back to the land of the living and give a slight tilt of my head. He hums as if liking my response and helps me sit up. Most of my weight is still on him, but the tunnel vision feels like it's lessening.

He hands me the glass, and I manage to hold it with both hands. I bring it to my mouth and take a small sip.

“All of it, pretty girl,” he gently says.

I do as he says and finish the glass, handing it back to him. James gently picks me back up and places me on his lap again.

“How you feeling?” he asks for the third time.

Is he worried about me?

“Tired,” I chuckle lightly against his chest. “I don’t know what happened, but I spaced out massively.”

He continues to stroke my hair as he says, “It’s called subspace. It happens after a particularly intense scene, and this was.”

“Scene?”

“Yeah. When you called me Daddy, we entered into a scene, but my stupid ass got so carried away, I didn’t even think to discuss it with you first.” He looks so angry.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask quietly, worried that he’s angry at me .

“What?” he asks incredulously. “No, Raven. This one was on me. This was my fault, and for that I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. ”

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “I liked it.” I can feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

We sit in silence for a while, him stroking my hair and me breathing in his scent.

I’ve never felt more at ease than what I do now.

The experience that I had with James was intense, but something I’d like to explore with him further.

Am I weird that I liked calling him daddy?

Is it normal? I want to ask him, but I’m too embarrassed to.

He knows what he’s doing, so will he push me away again when he knows just how innocent I really am?

James breaks the silence first, bringing me out of my happy place. “You should get to bed, Raven.”

“Good idea. Mine or yours?” I tease, snuggling further into his chest.

James sighs, and I know it can’t be good. My body tenses immediately, waiting for the inevitable words that are about to spew from his lips.

“Look, this was a mist?—”

I push away from him, glaring as I reply, “You finish that sentence, James Smith, and I will not be held accountable for my actions.”

James sighs again and rubs a hand down his face in clear frustration. I stand up on shaky legs, hands on my hips as I wait for him to open his mouth and, knowing him, making this worse.

“You’re Drew’s daughter , Raven.”

“Uh, huh,” I agree. “But I’m failing to see your point here. We obviously have some sort of chemistry between us after”—I gesture wildly with my hands to articulate my point— “ that .”

“We can’t, Raven. You're twenty fucking years old, for Christ’s sake,” he exclaims. “Your dad would kill us, kill me .”

I shrug. “Then we don’t tell him. ”

James abruptly stands up, the muscle in his jaw ticking.

“I’ve never lied to your dad in all the time I’ve known him, Raven, I’m not gonna start now,” he explains, giving me a pointed look.

He takes a moment, placing his hands behind his head and glancing up at the ceiling.

Finally, he lowers his head and looks directly at me.

“Yes, there’s chemistry here, but that’s all it’ll ever be.

I pause, the words on the tip of my tongue to tell him exactly what I think of him, but I don’t. I’m tired of this. Tired of the back and forth and confusion he brings to my life. I turn on my heel, calmly walking out of the living room, not giving him a backward glance.