Mafia King's Contract Breeder
Chapter 39 Convince Me You’re Sorry

Chapter 39: 39 Convince Me You’re Sorry

Emmanuel POV

Lara’s eyes widened, her long lashes dark and wet, framing those pretty, almond shaped eyes.

"Keep me like this?!" she repeated in dismay.

"Uhn." I stroked her hair, combing through the tangles with my fingers, arranging it around her heart shaped face.

"After all, I am such a terrible villain. And you have been nothing but trouble."

It was more true than she knew— my thoughts turned for a second to my work I had done today, cleaning up the mess at Elysium, changing my plans for expanding into South Hartlow— before I focused on the moment again.

Lara’s eyes shifted slightly, her lips pursing into a pout.

"I have been too generous, my little breeder," I drawled. "I should just keep you tied to my bed all day long. Bound and spread for me to use whenever I like. Keep you plugged full of my seed until you swell with my child."

I watched her carefully as I spoke. I did not miss the way Lara’s pupils dilated before she hid her face again.

"No..."

"You don’t want that?"

She wanted it. She liked the thought of it as much as I did. But she had to be so stubborn.

Lara shook her head into the mattress.

"Not even a little?" I teased.

"No!"

"Pity." I sighed. I sat down on the bed, just beside her head. "Then convince me of your contrition, Lara."

There was a long, suspended silence. I waited patiently.

Finally, Lara drew in a deep breath as though bracing herself.

"I’m...sorry."

The words sounded as though they had been dragged out of her. A good thing.

I remembered how she sounded when she was putting on a show to please me, all breathy and sultry.

"You can do better than that."

Another pause.

Then, Lara shifted slightly, wiggling her helplessly bound body against the sheets in such an erotic manner that my cock instantly hardened. She laid her head in my lap.

"I’m sorry, sir..." she murmured. She mouthed against my thigh, her breath hot and wet through the fabric of my pants.

"I’m sorry that I took your gun...I’m sorry that I shot at you."

My cock hardened even more, a thick line visibly distending the fabric of my pants. Lara rubbed her cheek against it.

"What are you doing?" I leaned back on my elbows, drinking in the view.

"Apologizing," Lara said, darting a look up at me, "may I suck your cock, sir?"

It was perfect. Filthy.

I almost unzipped my pants on the spot. But something in me was not quite satisfied.

"Is that what you want?" I found myself asking. "Or will you say that I am forcing you again?"

Lara paused, pillowing her head against my thigh.

"That’s a strange question to ask after threatening me," she said in a sulking tone.

"Only you can tell me if that was a threat to you...or a fantasy," I said, lifting my eyebrows.

"You—" Her cheeks flushed a little more. "You’re impossible."

"I am—"

I lifted her head off my lap by hooking my fingers into the rope at her wrists. With a sharp tug, I pulled her upright onto her knees, denying her the opportunity to hide her face in the sheets and in my lap.

"—everything you cannot admit you need."

She no longer stared at me defiantly. Even after I pulled her up, she kept her head bowed, her gaze flicking away to somewhere on the floor.

As if she could not face me.

I held her upright with one hand on her bound arms. My other hand moved slowly, unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her round, heavy breasts to my hungry, appreciative gaze. I traced the curve of one breast, the dip of her waist.

"No more faking it, Lara," I said. "I am not interested in lies. Whether you are lying to me, or only to yourself."

Lara’s breath stuttered.

"Tell me something real," I ordered.

She sniffed.

"...You scare me," she said. Her voice wavered, almost child-like.

I nodded.

"...This scares me," she added, her voice dropping even lower.

"Good girl," I said.

I reached down between her legs and gently eased out the toy inside her with a soft, wet pop.

Lara made a surprised little sound.

I traced her clit with the pad of my finger, rubbing light circles against the moistened, sensitive nub.

"Let me carry those fears," I said into her ear. "Let go. Surrender to me."

Her slender body trembled in my arms, tensing like a bow that had been pulled tight and stretched to the brink.

Then—

She melted against me.

"Good girl," I said again, low and approving.

I reached back and opened the knot at her wrists, unwrapping the dark rope loop after loop. I rubbed her wrists lightly as I set them free, checking that her circulation had not been affected.

"Now, I believe you said you would apologize by sucking my cock, hm?" I said. "Go on and show me how sorry you are."

A small, playful smile curved Lara’s lips.

She reached for my pants, her fingers pressing over the line of my cock through the fabric.

Rather than opening my flies, she pulled my dress shirt loose and started unbuttoning it from the bottom.

I leaned back slightly in surprise.

She lifted her gaze along with the parting fabric, tracing every new inch of bare skin.

"You know, you’ve fucked me several times, and I haven’t even seen you naked."

She reached the top button at my throat, looking me in the eye as she yanked it open.

"If I have to give you something real, you can at least take all your clothes off."

It was true, I realized, thinking back. I had fucked her in my study, in my living room, in my dining room, in my car — and not bothered with fully undressing any of those times.

It was not that I had anything against being naked, per se. It was just — easier to stay in control that way.

I arched a brow, shrugging off the shirt.

"Did you want to see me naked, Lara? You only needed to ask nicely."