by Sorcha Black
“You’re too big,” I whined, the burning stretch not as pleasant as I’d been anticipating. “I thought it wasn’t supposed to hurt after the first time.”
“I’m hurting you?” he asked, pulling out. When he was out, I was partially relieved but mostly frustrated.
“I didn’t say stop.”
He spat into his hand, and I watched over my shoulder as he slicked himself with it. The crudeness of the act should have disgusted me, but from him, it felt both rude and perfect.
His hum of appreciation as he stroked his hand over my ass heated my face again, but then he pressed his cock into me, inch by perfect inch. It still burned like hell, but I honestly didn’t care anymore. It felt like I’d die if he didn’t get inside me.
The books I liked always talked about how great it was when a guy had a big cock, but none of them mentioned the drawbacks. Maybe this was my punishment for seducing a man I shouldn’t have.
“Who needs heaven when there’s pussy like this?” he said to himself through gritted teeth when he was as deep as he could get.
“Daddy, that’s so rude!” I would have laughed if I wasn’t struggling to adjust to his cock.
He traced a finger where we were joined, the gentle touch making me shudder. My body was still fluttering from my orgasm, and his quiet groan of appreciation almost made me forget he was forcing my poor body to stretch around his monster-sized cock.
He started to move, and I adjusted the angle of my hips, hoping it would help ease the burning in my pussy. It was almost worse than the molten burning of my ass cheeks.
“You went from being so sweet to being so bad,” he admonished as he pulled almost all the way out, then slowly pushed back in.
I groaned, and he groaned, but for completely opposite reasons.
“You tease and you beg, and now that you’re getting what you want, you’re going to complain?”
“Do you have a smaller attachment you can use? Something beginner-sized?”
He pulled out again, then plunged in much harder and faster than before. I almost fell on my face and had to stretch my arms forward to brace myself. It was jarring and horrible, and I hated that I loved it. He grabbed a handful of each ass cheek and squeezed, as though using them for leverage.
“Yeah, that’s a good girl. Look at that little pussy taking my cock.”
I gasped in protest, but he thrust again, and I’m pretty sure I died of mortification.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I whined in protest, but arched my back, my arousal back full force. Knowing that he wanted me was the most powerful feeling in the world, even if it was all too evident that he was the one in charge. I could lure him, but I couldn’t control him.
He picked up the pace a bit, rolling his hips and making me gasp. He let go of my ass and slid his hand down my belly and between my legs to my clit, which he teased, making me squirm on his cock.
“That’s right, princess. Move for me.”
Oh…right. I wasn’t supposed to just brace myself and take it—at least not yet. I tried to move with him, but it was awkward, and my movements were jerky as he played with my clit and stroked my body. I whimpered and writhed, not sure I wanted to come again after all when I was so full up with him—just having him moving inside me felt strange enough.
I was trying to hold out, but he was far too skilled at handling female bodies. My mind blanked other than the feel of his fingers on me and the feel of being so painfully full, of his command over my body and my pleasure. The tremors of my orgasm started almost before I realized it, ambushing me, and sweeping me along. Blue’s cock jerked hard and he swore, and his vulgar appreciation only made me come harder, my orgasm wringing pleasure from me until there was none left.
“Christ, woman.” He covered my body with his own, both of us breathing hard. He bit my earlobe and sucked it into his mouth, and my eyes rolled back in pleasure, making me shudder and cry out again like I was dying. His harsh breaths in my ear were dizzying, and I wanted to purr.
Eventually he pulled out, and I collapsed, a trembling, sweating mess. My legs felt like plucked harp strings, quivering even though I wasn’t using them for anything right then.
He picked me up and dropped me into the middle of the bed, then spooned in behind me and pulled the covers over us both.
“I need to go get my gun,” he mumbled.
“Leave it to a man to think about his gun at a time like this.”
“I’m your bodyguard, not your rent-a-cock.”
I giggled like a dork, feeling languid and more than a little stunned.
“You’re too trusting,” he whispered as I began to drift off. “You don’t really know me. What if I was one of the bad guys? What if you’re cooperating with your own abduction?”
“If that was true, you’d be the least enthusiastic abductor in history. I get the feeling that if I’m going to develop Stockholm Syndrome, I’ll have to do most of the work myself.” I sighed. “It’s very sad.”
He chuckled, the sound warm against my back.
Heavenly.
I felt him get up and retrieve his gun, but he was back before I had time to gather enough energy to complain. All night, I slept in the protective curve of his big body, dreaming in bold, beautiful color.
* * *
“So, I just can’t figure this out,” Blue said again. He looked far too sexy in his shades, his attention focused on the road. For hours I’d been trying to convince him to stop so we could fool around, but the man was made of stone. “The intruders knew the layout of the place—knew where your room was. We need to find out if they forced the window open. And what happened to the alarm?”
“You said that already.” Trees and rocks and fields flipped past as I watched the world go by. There’d been gas stations and greasy spoons here and there along the way, but I’d never realized how long the middle of nowhere could go on. Why did people live stacked on top of each other when there was so much space in the world?
“They didn’t set off the alarm. They’d have to have someone feeding them information. A member of the household staff? Someone who’s retired?” He chewed on a piece of beef jerky. “Why would they help your mother’s enemy? Did anyone have a grievance with your mother that you know about? Someone who knew that sort of thing?”
His gaze was moving around, checking mirrors. He was always watching, even though he’d told me he was starting to suspect we’d lost them, or they’d never followed us away from the house in the first place.
“Not that I know of. I mean no one likes Mother all that much, but she pays well and on time. None of them would hold the fact that she was obnoxious and snobby against her—it seems like it’s sort of expected from rich people. As for me, I don’t think any of them dislike me, let alone enough to target me like this.”
He grunted. “Who would know how to disarm the window alarm?”
“Security, of course. You, Jake, Dustin. Some of the maids. Most of the people in my inner circle are completely trustworthy.”
“Yes, but you’re a little too trusting when it comes to people. I don’t know if anyone has told you that.”
“So now I have to watch out for men, and watch out for women too?”
“Pretty much.” His lips pressed into a flat line. “In my line of work you learn not to trust many people.”
“Well then, I’m glad I didn’t decide to become a bodyguard. I can’t look at every person I meet with suspicion. It would make me sick to my stomach.”
“You’re happy to live in your naïve little bubble.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“I’ll give you something better to do with that tongue,” he murmured, as though someone might overhear.
“Pull over anywhere you like. I’m ready for my lesson.”
“I’ll teach you a lesson, all right.”
“Mmm.” I wiggled in my seat just to remind myself how much I liked the bruises he’d left on my butt last night.
“If you’d like to call your mom, you can use the prepaid phone I got you. You shouldn’t tell her where we are in case someone is listening, or she trusts someone who’s in on it.”
“How can I tell her where we are when I don’t even know?” I asked.
“Aren’t you paying attention?”
I shook my head.
“Aberdeen Arabella,” he admonished, making me bite my bottom lip.
“What? I know you’ll take care of me.”
“Oh, you know I will.”
I flashed him a grin. “That doesn’t sound like much of a threat. You can ‘take care of me’ anytime you like. Pull over right here and now, Daddy,” I said, snapping my gum like he’d asked me not to five or six times during the past few hours. “Double dare ya.”
The car careened unexpectedly off the road and into the empty parking lot for a boarded up motel. I shrieked and put my hands on the dash, hoping not to get an airbag in the face as he screeched to a stop.
He got out of the car, and I unbuckled my seatbelt, not sure what was going on. Was he mad at me, or were we stopping for lunch, or what? Nothing around us seemed open. Maybe he just had to pee and was going to use the woods at the edge of the parking lot?
I watched him as he paced the length of the parking lot and back, not sure if it would be rude to interrupt him. He looked…busy. Maybe we were lost? Silently, I got out and rested my butt against the car.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, not sure I should even be talking.
“I’m trying to stay alert to keep you safe, but you seem hell-bent on distracting me,” he barked. “I need to stay sharp, not focused on you being a naughty little brat!” If he had just been angry, I probably would have cried, but I could tell this was a whole lot of frustration that probably had to do with the freaking baseball bat sized hard-on in his pants rather than him being legitimately angry at me.
I pouted at him, aiming for cute. He could never stay annoyed long if I was being cute.
“Aberdeen,” he snarled, and I simpered up at him because when he got testy it made me all hot and bothered.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Don’t you ‘yes, daddy’ me with those big eyes of yours, as if you ever behave for me. You’ve been driving me crazy for two days straight, so don’t try to pretend you’re suddenly all sweetness and light.”
He surveyed the road. I couldn’t see well over the hood of the car.
“Crouch down right now and put your back against the car door,” he said, his voice mean.
I bit my lip. He was going to use my mouth here in public? I glanced around.
“Did I tell you to start rubbernecking, or did I give you an order?” His tone didn’t brook any argument. I made a sound of dismay but did as I was told. The door of the car was hot against my back, but not enough to complain about when he was in a bad mood.
“Are you wearing your Thursday panties?” he mocked.
I nodded, my face heating as thoroughly as my back.
“Slide your fingers into your panties, and tell me what you feel.”
I did as he’d told me, forcing myself not to look around, and to only look at him. I’d have to trust him to make sure no one was coming.
He was glaring down at me, making me feel very small. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say.
“But, Daddy, you already know what’s in my panties. You’ve touched me there before.”
“How does your pussy feel? Hot? Wet?”
I touched myself shyly and nodded, feeling very embarrassed and exposed.
“Use your words.”
“Very hot, and very sensitive.” Not being able to resist, I circled a finger around my clit, then dipped down lower to feel how slippery I was.
“Show me your fingers,” he said, sounding like he was suffering even worse than I was.
I withdrew my hand from my pants and held it up, mortified at how slick my fingers were. He leaned over me and grabbed my wrist, then sucked my fingers, groaning like a starving man. The feel of his tongue on my skin, even though it wasn’t where I wanted, made me whimper pathetically.
If he wanted me so badly, why wasn’t he taking what he wanted? Was it really because I was distracting him from keeping me safe?
He let go of my wrist and we stared at each other.
“You know how to make yourself come?”
I nodded.
“Show me.” The huskiness of his voice made me shiver.
“Can’t I just do it in the car?”
“No. Do it here and now.”
I pulled a face at him, but did as I was told, because I’d been on edge all day and because he seemed to need me to do it. We were in public, though. Even though no one was around, the sound of traffic zipping by on the highway was loud. How out of sight was I from the road?
Usually, I closed my eyes and thought of something hot—a scenario or something—but he was right here, so I looked at him instead. I pressed on the hard, sensitive button of nerves, not bothering with warming myself up first since I’d been ready for him since the last time. Most of the soreness he’d left behind was gone, and I wanted him inside me again. Even so, it was his hard, scarred face I focused on, rather than his cock. I pretended it was his rough hands touching me, using my fingernail to scrape at myself a little as though it was the callused pad of one of his big fingers.
God, he was so huge towering over me like he was, and the expression on his face was both aroused and mean. I thought of what it would be like—for him to yank me up by the arm and throw me down on the hood of the car, to rip down my leggings and make me a very sorry girl. To ram into me hard and grunt his arousal in my ear. To feel his big body covering mine.
I shivered, whimpered, rubbing faster.
How sexy-mean would his face get if he decided to force his way into my back hole instead? Would his eyes roll back with pleasure when I was crying for him to stop?
“No,” I whispered, whimpering. “Please no, Daddy. Don’t hurt me there…” I gasped, bucking against my hand, almost overbalancing as I exploded into my orgasm, feeling slutty for doing this here for him, in public, and loving that he’d made me do it anyway.
He crowded me, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I was ready, my lips parting, gazing up, up at him as he stood over me. He put his hand on the roof of the car over my head and freed his cock, the simple action making him hiss with discomfort or need—maybe both.
“Open your mouth,” he ground out, and I did, the tip of his cock angled down toward my mouth. I tried to catch the tip of it between my lips, but he pulled his cock upward so I couldn’t reach. “I said open your mouth, not suck. I know you’re excited, baby, but you need to do exactly what I tell you, okay?”
I whined, but opened my mouth impatiently, hoping he’d shove it in and get really disrespectful about it.
He groaned and stroked himself, his big hand on his big cock, the head of it a deep reddish-purple, the skin taut. I wanted to lick him, at least, but I stayed where I was, waiting. My body shivered through the aftermath of my orgasm, but my full attention was on the cock I wanted so desperately.
“Swallow as much as you can, okay?”
Swallow it? I tried not to grimace. If he wanted me to do it though, I would. I nodded like a good girl and swallowed my gum to make sure I was ready.
“Look up at me, beautiful.”
Our gazes met, and I had to trust he’d do the aiming, because I didn’t want cum up my nose.
His eyes were intense, but the bright sunlight showed warm brown flecks in his irises that I’d never noticed before.
“Are you my good girl?”
I nodded, putting my hand on his thigh to steady myself.
His breath hitched and I braced myself as the first spurt of his cum sprayed directly into my mouth and hit the back of my tongue. I swallowed fast, trying not to think about
it, proud of myself for getting the job done, but then there was more. Oh my god, so much more.
As my mouth filled, I tipped my head back, but it was dribbling from the corners of my mouth, and I was trying to swallow and cough. Some of it had gone up my nose and it burned. He nudged my lips apart with his fingers as I was still struggling, and plunged the tip of his cock into my mouth, derailing my efforts to swallow the last of it.
He groaned. “That’s right, baby girl. Suck me dry.”
I sucked and swallowed, pleasure pulsing at my sex as he petted my hair away from my face, watching me as I sucked the last of his cum directly from him. He caressed my face, smearing it with cum and drool, but making me feel beautiful and prized.
“You did such a good job for me,” he murmured.
I released his cock from the suction of my mouth with a loud pop. “I made a mess.”
“Technically, I made the mess.” He tucked himself back in his jeans even though he was still pretty hard.
“But you’re not done,” I said, gesturing to the bulge in his pants. “You could put me on the car and finish the job if you want.”
He sighed and held out a hand to help me up. I got to my feet, but my legs shook so much I had to lean against the passenger door. Rather than moving back, he still leaned over me, his eyes wickedly gleaming.
“Sometimes guys just stay hard when they’re done. It can mean an immediate second round, but you and I need to get back on the road.”
If we were in a rush, though, he had a funny way of showing it, because he was looking down into my eyes, and I was drowning in his. He rubbed a wet section of my face, as though he was rubbing his cum into my skin instead of trying to wipe me clean.
“I need to wash my face,” I said sheepishly. “And maybe change my shirt.”
“No, you need to wear my present so everyone can see what a dirty girl you are for Daddy.”
A horrible blush crept up my neck, and I shoved at his chest, secretly delighted that he didn’t budge.
Wait…had he just called himself Daddy? Why was that so hot?
