Moriarty's Touch

Say it

"Papí" you moaned throwing your head back into the pillow behind you. You arch your back against him and your thighs begin to twitch as he keeps going.
"Say it again" his hot breath slides along your collar bone making you bite your lip. "Or do I have to make you?"

He licks his lips then presses his hands along your rib cage. You squeeze your eyes shut as your bottom half aches for more. His lips land on your neck and crawl all the way up to your bottom lip; giving it a light bite. Your hand runs through his dark hair as his body moves with yours. "Fuck me" you loudly gasp from underneath him.

"Most likely again later" he whispers along your chest as he mouth goes lower and lower along your torso. Suddenly he goes south of the border and makes you jolt with anticipation. He stops and tightly grips your hip bones.
"Say it or I'm leaving." He raises his eyebrows while his dark eyes manically smile at you. His mouth forming a Cheshire smirk.
"Papà" you purse your lips trying to contain yourself.
"In English please." He seductively moves his hand along the inside of your leg. "Father" you bite the inside of your cheek.
"I'm serious" he sings. His fingers walking along your belly button. "You know what happens when I'm not listened too." He adds, dragging his eyes over the curves of your body.
You reach your hand down and lift his chin up. "What happens James?" You lower your voice to meet his deep Irish accent and smile lustfully.
"I get angry. You know what happens when I get angry?"
You curl your toes as his hands forcefully dig into your body, pulling you closer to him. You squeal trying to regain your balance, but he grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks you down back on the bed.
"I sssskinn people, but you're a special case." He quickly pushes off the bed and turns to leave you alone, "stay here." He calls back to you as his ripped blue jeans disappear behind the door frame.
You sit up and stare out the window. The sun glints off all the city windows as it inches lower in the sky. A unknown clink of metal on metal makes you turn around. But before you can, the metal handcuffs lock your wrists behind you.
Moriarty's hands slide along your shoulder blades and ease you back down on to the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed and in one swift motion takes off his white shirt and throws it too the side. "Say it." He growls crawling up to you.
You shake your head and look up at the ceiling, trying to avoid his dark eyes.
His cold fingers curl around your legs and pulls you back toward him. As his mouth hits your skin, a short breath of air escapes your lips. "Daddy" you sigh lowering your pelvis to him.
"Very good."