Page 38 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)
Chapter Thirty-Eight
JAMES
I ’m sitting in my home office when I hear the front door open, followed by, “Honey, I’m home.”
A smile tugs at my lips. I shouldn’t welcome the warmth that spreads through my chest knowing she’s home, but I do anyway. Pushing out of my chair, I go to greet her.
I find Raven in the kitchen rifling through the fridge, humming to herself. Her ass is in the air as she continues looking for whatever it is she’s looking for, and my dick goes hard. Propping myself against the doorframe, I cross my arms and watch her.
“Ah ha,” she declares, earning a chuckle from me. She spins around with a cucumber in her hand.
I raise an eyebrow. “I don’t usually use toys, pretty girl, but I’m always up for trying something new.”
Noticing I’m standing in the doorway, Raven smirks at me. “Hilarious, Mr. Smith,” she snarks, walking across the kitchen to where the chopping board and knives are kept. “You’re a real comedian. ”
“You gonna tell me what you’re doing with a cucumber at 10 p.m., or are you gonna keep me in suspense?” I deadpan, pushing away from the door and walking over to her.
“My eyes are puffy, so I wanted to do a face mask and cucumber slices before bed,” she says as she cuts the cucumber.
Sliding my arms around her waist, I whisper in her ear, “I can think of better things to do before bed.” Trailing kisses down her neck, she shivers and places the knife down, leaning back into me.
“I hear cum works really well for under-eye bags.” Her breath catches, and she starts grinding on my dick.
“I’m happy to cum all over this pretty face if it’ll help. ”
Raven moans as I move my hand down her arm and cup her breast, massaging it gently. She tilts her head back, and I capture her lips in a heated kiss. She whimpers into my mouth, and I apply more pressure to her breast, knowing she loves having them played with.
She breaks away first, panting heavily. “As much as that all sounds incredibly hot, I think we need to talk first, don’t you?” She gives me a pointed look, but all I see are her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.
Kissing her again, I mumble against her lips, “In a minute.”
Raven laughs and pushes at my chest. “No, James. Now.”
Cucumber forgotten, Raven sashays out of the kitchen. I groan and trail after her.
After following Raven from the kitchen to the living room, she insisted that I had to sit on a different chair from hers.
Something about my wandering hands and needing to talk.
We sit in silence for a minute. Me lounging back on the sofa while she sits up ramrod straight and fusses with her hands in her lap.
Finally, she looks up at me, blurting, “Why do I like being called a slut and a whore during sex? ”
Not expecting that question to come out of her mouth, I cough. I’m tempted to ignore her and just bend her over anyway.
“It’s called a degradation kink,” I explain once I’ve composed myself. “There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s just personal preference. I like degrading people during sex; some people are into it, and some aren’t. You fall into the earlier category.”
“Is that the same as a daddy kink?” she asks. “Do I have daddy issues?” She looks pensive, like she’s really trying to understand all of this, and it brings a smile to my face.
A lot of women I’ve been with throughout the years haven’t been into it. It took me a long time and a lot of research to uncover the rights and wrongs, the do’s and don’ts.
“No, Raven. You don’t have daddy issues.
You’re someone who enjoys being dominated by an older man, but it’s also about being looked after.
I love taking care of people, even if they’re being difficult or, as the term’s usually called, a brat.
It’s a state of mind for the person acting in the Daddy role.
It has nothing to do with your father or having issues.
It’s something that you personally enjoy, and I enjoy with you. ”
“Is this something you do often? Have many women called you daddy?” Jealousy clouds her eyes, and I have to stifle my grin.
My little kitten has claws .
I love the fact that she’s open to this, that she wants to learn. Another thing that pulls me to her is her ability to adapt, to not judge. Everything new to her is something for her to understand.
“Not many. I’ve tried it out with a few people because I knew I liked it, but it didn’t quite hit right for me.” I shrug. What I fail to tell her is that it hasn’t hit right until her .
“Okay,” she says, “I don’t have daddy issues, and it’s completely normal behavior for you to call me names during sex. ”
I nod. “Only if it’s something you enjoy. If it’s not, we can stop.”
She looks at me, wide-eyed. “You’d stop doing something you love for me?”
“Yes, pretty girl. This dynamic has to be consensual between the two of us, and if it’s not,” I shrug, “we don’t do it.”
Raven glances down and whispers, “I like it.”
“Look at me when you say it,” I demand, leaning forward and bracing my elbows on my knees. I need her to tell me to my face, so I can see she means it.
Her eyes dart to mime before she straightens her spine, confident with what she’s about to say. “I like it, Daddy.”
I bite my lip, holding myself back from launching myself at her and taking her here and now. “Are you sore?” I ask, gesturing to her lower half.
She clenches her thighs together, biting her bottom lip before saying, “A little bit.”
“Have you taken any more painkillers today or had a bath?”
“No.”
“No, what, Raven?” I demand, my tone low.
She shakes her head. “No, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I praise. Standing up to my full height, I walk the short distance to her, her eyes tracking my every movement. Holding out my hand, I say, “Come with me.”