Chapter 48 Satisfy Me

Chapter 48 Satisfy Me


Selena’s P.O.V.

The next evening, I'm getting ready in my room for my birthday party, doing my makeup while sitting in front of the mirror on the chair. I'm decked out in a white, long, backless dress—the one James picked for me. My hair is down, and I’ll style it after finishing my makeup.

For the first time in years, I actually feel excited about my birthday. It feels like a dream. 

I’m about to reach for my earrings on the table when I hear a sound from the window. I don’t even turn around to see who it is because I already know. It’s James. He always comes to meet me like this. I love how he puts in the effort to meet me. I just love him so much.

A smile flashes across my face, and I shake my head as, in the mirror, I catch sight of James climbing into the room through the window.

“Hello, birthday girl,” he wishes me in his deep, husky voice as he approaches me. We look at each other through the mirror after he reaches behind me. 

“You’re looking so fucking gorgeous and hot, love.” He holds my arms from behind, not taking his eyes off me for a second. I can tell just from his gaze—he’s getting turned on by seeing me in this dress. 

His eyes grow darker with every passing second, and the intense, desire-filled stare he gives me turns me on even more. I already know something is certainly going to happen before the party even starts, and my heart races with anticipation.

Suddenly, he walks away from me and sits on the sofa. He leans back, legs spread in that lazy yet dominant way of his, eyes still dark and full of heat as they stay locked on me.

“Come here.” As he orders, his voice sends shivers down my spine. 

I stand from the chair, ready to walk toward him, but just as I take a step, his voice stops me.

“Stop.”

My heart skips a beat at his mere words. 

“Not like that, little miss.” He smirks, tilting his head slightly. “Crawl to me.”

My eyes widen in shock, and I swallow. Is he serious? Crawl?

Every time, he shocks me with his kinkiness.

“James—”

“You heard me,” he cuts me off, tapping his fingers lazily against his thigh. “On your hands and knees, Selena. Crawl. You know how much I hate to repeat.” 

A shiver runs down my spine at the intensity in his voice. He knows exactly what he's doing to me—how his words alone can make my body burn and my pussy clench for him. 

Honestly, he has this superpower of making me horny all the time, and he does it so effortlessly.

Crawling to him is nothing for me. I’d do anything for this gorgeous man sitting in front of me. Call me crazy, but I’m serious—I’m ready to do whatever it takes to please him.

Biting my lip, I slowly drop to my knees and leaning forward, I rest my palms on the soft carpet. My heart pounds as I begin moving toward him, my eyes never leaving his.

My cheeks flush with shyness, and my pussy is dripping wet from the way he’s staring at me. I never thought I’d crawl like this for someone—and even enjoy it. Fuck! What has he done to me?

His gaze burns with wild desire even more as he watches my moves, jaw tightening, his breathing heavy. “Good girl.”

The praise hits me right in my core, and I feel like I could cum just from that.

After I reach him, I place my hands on his thighs, looking up at him. His fingers caress my jaw before tilting my chin slightly.

Damn. This man. He looks so hot when he takes control. I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s all mine, and sometimes I still can’t believe it.

“You have no fucking idea, Selena, how tempting you looked crawling to me. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He praises me again, looking straight into my eyes, his thumb brushing over my chin.

“Look at what you do to me.” He gestures to the obvious bulge in his pants. 

I don’t waste a second. Hastily, I unbuckle his belt and take out his hard dick. I glance up at him, then back at his cock, and I’m about to take him in my mouth, but stop at his words. 

“Not with your mouth.” 

My brows narrow in confusion at him. What’s going through his mind now? Whatever it is, I’m excited. 

He pulls me closer, gripping my arms. “Pull down your dress and show your tits to Daddy.”

I place my hands on his chest, already getting lost in his intense gaze.

“Just do what I told you,” he commands again, frowning as he pulls one strap down my shoulder.

His voice sends a shiver through my body, and I comply with his order immediately. 

I slowly slip the strap down, then pull the dress lower, revealing my breasts to him. My nipples harden as the cold air hits them, standing straight and eager in front of him.

“Now you’ll satisfy me with these.” As he squeezes them, a moan escapes my lips. I know exactly what he means, and I give him a naughty smile. He’s staring at me so intensely, it's setting my entire body on fire. 

I sit between his legs, hold his dick, and lean forward, placing it between my breasts. I don’t break eye contact with him. He groans, watching me, and it turns me on even more. I press my breasts together, sandwiching his thick cock between them, and he groans louder, his hands clenching my hair.

"Yeah… just like that, baby.” He throws his head back in ecstasy. 

His moans and expressions of pure pleasure are driving me crazy, and his intense gaze is burning through me with pure desire. I’m dripping wet.

I start moving my breasts up and down on his dick, wanting to drive him wild with pleasure. I stare at him boldly, and he grips my hair tightly, moaning. Every sound he makes shoots straight to my core.

"You’re doing so good, baby," he commends between pleasurable sounds he’s making, and that makes me go even faster—pressing harder against his shaft, moving up and down rapidly.

"God, you look so fucking hot like this.” He grips my hair tighter, and his other hand clenches the arm of the sofa. 

His voice, the way he pulls my hair—everything is making me even wetter. I can’t stop myself and start rubbing my soaked core against his leg while still pleasuring him with my breasts, and he smirks at my desperation.

"You want your Daddy’s dick?" He asks, leaning down and pulling my face toward him, holding my jaw.

"Yes, Daddy. I’m soaking wet for you.” I answer, grinding myself harder against his leg, still keeping his cock squeezed between my breasts. 

Sometimes, it even taps against my chin when I move up—and I’ve never done this before, but somehow I already know exactly what to do.

I feel a bit of his cum leak onto my breasts, dripping from his tip. He must be close. I can tell he’s about to cum all over me.

And then he answers my unspoken question.

"Stop. Open your mouth."

I obey like a good daddy’s girl, opening my mouth wide as he strokes himself. He groans deeply and cums in my mouth just the way he likes. Some of it spills onto my chest, and fuck, it’s so hot. He looks insanely good when he cums—and knowing I’m the reason for his pleasure satisfies me more than anything.

I swallow every drop, not once breaking eye contact with his dark, lustful eyes.

"You did so good, my love.” He kisses my forehead. 

I close my eyes at the gentle touch of his lips on my skin. In a second, he shifts from wild to soft… like a perfect gentleman.

"Now it’s time to satisfy my birthday girl," he says, and I smile.

I just want him to fuck me hard. I’m soaked and ready.

"Bend over the dressing table," he commands, sitting properly on the sofa.

I’m about to get to my feet when a knock on the door interrupts us.

No fucking way. I need him now.

"Selena, how much more time will you take? The guests are already arriving, sweetie," I hear Mom’s voice from outside the room.

I quickly stand up, staring at James as he zips up his pants and walks over to me.

He cups my face and smirks. “You’ll get what you want after the party, my love.”

This is torture—I can’t wait that long.

He adds, “And yeah… don’t you dare clean your tits. They’ll stay marked with my cum at the party. Understood?" He wipes my face with his handkerchief. 

"Yes, Daddy," I respond softly.

Another knock hits the door, louder this time. I quickly pull up my dress, leaving my breasts uncleaned just like he said. He gives me a quick kiss on the lips before climbing out the window again. I take a deep breath, fix my hair in the mirror, and open the door.

"Oh, Selena, you’re looking so gorgeous,” Mom says as we enter the room. 

It’s been months since she started appreciating me and treating me right, but it still feels like a dream. I feel so grateful because I’m finally getting what I’ve yearned for all my life.

"Thank you, Mom." I grin at her. 

"Your neck looks empty.” As she utters, I just notice that she is hiding something behind her back with a little smile. “But… I have a gift for you," she adds, revealing a necklace box.

My eyes shine with joy—not because she brought me a gift, but because she gave it to me herself. She’s been giving me presents on my birthday since childhood, but I always received them through the maids. She never came to my room to give them personally—until now.

"Come.” She guides me to sit in front of the mirror before opening the box and showing me a beautiful diamond necklace.

"It’s so pretty, Mom.” I touch it in awe.

"I’m glad you like it. Now let me put it on you.” She stands behind me and carefully places it around my neck. "Now you look perfect.” She smiles, watching me through the mirror before kissing my head. I feel so full, so happy to have her love.

I just stand and hug her tightly. "Thank you, Mom. It means so much."