by Skye Darrel
“Who was that man in the alley?” she asks. “The one . . . on the ground.”
“Virone Denucci. From Providence down in Rhode Island. He’s mafia.”
“Italian?”
“Italian like I’m Irish. The flags don’t matter, it boils down to money.”
“You killed him?”
“Rourke did. I’ve never killed anyone.”
“Ever?”
“Never.”
“Says you.”
“Says me.”
There’s no fear in her eyes as she listens. She’s curious. And I catch her glancing at my hard cock. Her blush deepens as she pouts. “I’m hungry.”
“Fine. Food, then bed. You need rest.”
Nicole scoots off the bed, holding a sheet around her chest. “I need a shower.”
“I’ll give you a bath.”
“Excuse me?”
I get to my feet and stand before her, pulling the sheet away. Her nipples are puffy, and her pussy glows red and glistens. “I’ll wash you.”
Nicole says nothing as I show her the bathroom. She gasps when she sees the granite slipper tub under the bay window. Costing twenty grand, it’s no ordinary bathtub. The granite is polished smooth and feels like hard silk. It’s pure fucking heaven. Nicole stares at it.
I give her ass a light slap. “Did I finally impress you, little girl?”
“With your bathtub.”
“You’re hard to please.” I nibble her neck from behind, rubbing my cock between her soft thighs.
“I’m not hard to please. I just can’t be bought.” She wiggles away and faces me. “Daddy.”
I run my finger down the hinge of her jaw. “I love you.”
“You love sex.”
“I love fucking you,” I say bluntly. “That too.”
Nicole fidgets her fingers while I run a bath. I can smell the hot tang of her pussy and see the wet shine coating her slit. My aching cock wants more.
“Do you plan on following me everywhere?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“Psycho.”
“You have no idea, little girl.”
Nicole’s face turns scarlet whenever I call her that. The water is almost full, and I turn the faucet off.
I can’t wait any longer. I need her again. Walking over, I push her against the counter and breathe in the scent of her hair. My hand slides between her thighs and I massage her, coating my fingers in her sticky juices.
“Are you sore?”
“A little.”
“I should’ve been more careful.”
Nicole rolls her eyes. “You know, out of all the things you should be sorry for, that’s probably the least important. Besides . . . ”
“Besides?”
“I kinda liked it,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I must be crazy.” She gives me a shy glance. “Not as crazy as you.”
I press my mouth to hers and stroke her cunt lips gently as I can. My whole body aches for her, and it’s a struggle to keep my urges under control. Moans fall from her mouth. Nicole shuts her eyes, grinding against my hand, and I wonder what darkness in her past makes her this way. No normal eighteen-year-old would let a rough man like me have his way with her.
Pinning her to the counter, I hold my girl with one arm and finger her with my free hand. My cock rages to be in her pussy again, but I know it’s too soon. She should never suffer. Her every moment should be perfect. I want to take my time and make her cum her heart out.
Nicole stares into my eyes. “You’re fascinating, Sullivan.”
Her voice is breathy. My two fingers are knuckles deep in her sweet, juicy little pussy, and I feel her slick flesh pulsing to my touch. My thumb glides over her clit as she whines and twists.
“How am I fascinating?”
“Maybe fascinating isn’t the right word.” She gasps when I find the pleasure spot under her front wall, and her pussy shudders as hot cream leaks onto my hand. “You’re abnormal,” she moans. “You do whatever you want. You don’t care what society thinks. You don’t care what anyone thinks. You’re a taker, that’s what you are. You . . . oh . . . have no shame.”
I squeeze her breasts before I kiss her throat. “You a psychologist, Nicole?”
“I’m a psych major. Criminal psychology.”
Another surprise. “You want to be a cop?
“I want to figure out what makes scumbags tick.”
Reaching down her back, I slap her ass lightly. “Calling me a scumbag?”
“M-Maybe. I don’t know. You’re a sexual deviant too, I bet. You’re dirty, Jaime Sullivan. You probably want to tie me down on a bed. I think you can’t have normal relationships, that’s why you’ve never been with a woman. That’s why you don’t have a girlfriend or wife. R-Right?”
“Testing me, little girl? Hm? Think I lied to you before? I told you before, you’re the only woman I want.” But she’s not far off about wanting to tie her up. Nasty ideas swirl in my head, and my cock gets harder as Nicole writhes against me, her soft skin burning hot. I smack her ass and growl in her ear, “You’re right, I don’t care what society thinks. I care what you think. I care about that. Now it’s bath time.”
Nicole whimpers as I lift her by the thighs, her legs around my waist. I carry her to the tub and kneel in the water so she straddles my cock. I feel her pussy rubbing my tip under the water, and her breasts point at my mouth. She loops her arms around my neck as steam rises around us. Nicole’s hair is plastered down her forehead, and I wipe away the strands so I can see her face clearly. I love to watch the tiny shudders when she cums.
As our eyes lock, I clutch those plump ass cheeks and push her down on my cock. My tip slides into her—no more than that—and she lets out a tiny cry.
“Tell Daddy something else,” I say. “Tell me what I’m thinking.”
“You have control issues,” she whispers. “That’s why you want to be my Daddy.”
“And you get off when I call you my little girl.”
Her hand wounds through my hair. “You’re a bad man, Jaime Sullivan.”
“Guilty as charged, Princess.”
“What did you call me?”
“Princess. A naughty princess who should be loved and fucked often.”
Even through the steam, a blush rises in her cheeks. “Princesses are spoiled, and I’m not spoiled.”
“I’ll be the one to spoil you.”
“You don’t even know who I am. You don’t know anything about me—”
I let her sink lower on my cock, and we both groan.
Nicole winces. She can’t take anymore, so I keep her steady, only two inches of my dick in her tight pussy that’s squeezing the cum out of me. My biceps swell, and she runs her hands down my muscles.
“I love you, Princess. That’s all that matters.”
Her eyes glaze over. “Do you?”
“Yes. And you’re going to cum this pussy on my cock.”
“You’re disgusting.” She moves her hips back and forth, sloshing the water. “I should hate you.” Her nails dig into my back. “I should . . . oh.”
My balls are about to burst, and I push her against the side of the tub. I pull my cock out because if I don't, I'd lose all control and slam into her. Nicole gasps, her chest rising and falling as our bodies collide.
“Hold still,” I growl.
“I was so close,” she breathes.
“Hold still, kitten.”
I rub the underside of my shaft against her clit, fucking her without fucking her, biting down my own cum. Her body shudders as she orgasms. At the height of her pleasure, I push my swollen head back into her little hole. I feel the flutters of her lips, and only then do I release the muscles around my cock. Cum shoots up my shaft into her pulsing pussy.
After my arms stop shaking, I kiss her hard. “We’ll finish your bath.”
“You have no shame.”
“No conditioner either. Shampoo and soap only.”
Her pouty lips press together, and she m
akes a sound close to laughter.
“Is that a smile?” I say.
“You really must live alone.”
Nicole sits at my kitchen table shoveling down scrambled eggs and bacon. She’s wearing one of my big T-shirts that hangs just low enough to cover her pussy. After our bath, she dug through my hallway closet like she already owns the place. And she does own it, because what’s mine is hers. I belong to her now. She belongs to me.
And I’m curious. “You’re not just a small town girl in a big city.”
Nicole tilts her head. “What makes you say that?”
“You’re not scared.”
“Are you saying I should be?”
I grit my teeth. As long as Caspian Rourke is after her, she’ll always be in danger. Most men in organized crime do what they have to do. Theatrics are avoided. But Rourke relishes theater. He gets off on suffering, making examples.
“Nothing will happen to you,” I promise Nicole. “I’ll protect you.”
“Says the guy who took my virginity.” She sighs. “I was scared, Jaime. I still am, come to think of it. But it’s not the first time—” She glances at me “—I’ve been around bad men.”
“Tell me.”
“My parents owned a gift shop back home. It wasn’t anything fancy, but they loved it. Dad made these wooden figurines tourists loved to buy. Mom sewed quilts.” Nicole chokes out a laugh. “I thought it was so boring. I told myself I’d move out the day I turned seventeen.”
Nicole puts her fork down. Her eyes grow distant.
“What happened?” I ask.
“A man robbed the store and shot my parents. Killed them. I hid in a closet until the sheriff came. I was twelve at the time.”
“They catch him?”
“Mm-hmm. The sheriff asked him why he did it. Turns out he’d just escaped from jail. He’d already stolen a car and needed gas money. He told the sheriff it was ‘nothing personal.’ Exact words. He chanced on my parents’ store, it could’ve been any store. He didn’t know my family. Nothing personal—well, it was personal to me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t know my family either.”
“I know you.”
“Yeah,” she says quietly. “I guess you do. You made yourself known.”
“I’m not like that man, Nicole.”
“But chance brought us together too, didn’t it? If I hadn’t gone out on Tuesday for coffee I would’ve never walked past that alley. We would’ve never met.”
I get up and kneel at her side. “And if my father hadn’t been a gambler I’d be a priest today. Life brought us together. I don’t believe in chance.”
“What do you believe in?”
“I believe in fate. And I believe in luck. I'm Irish after all."
“You believe in leprechauns too?”
“Yeah. Chomper’s job in this house is to keep the leprechauns away.”
“Don’t tease me.”
“You’re teasing me a lot worse,” I growl, rubbing up her bare thigh. “Why didn’t you put your shorts on?”
“You didn’t put your shirt on.”
“I put on pants, little girl.”
“So you do have some sense of decency.”
My hand slides higher to the silky heat between her thighs, and my hard cock suffers in my jeans. “I want to taste you, Princess.”
Her face reddens. “Again?”
“I know your little pussy is sore. Daddy will make it all better.”
She moans as I lift her on the table and pry her thighs apart. Her pink pussy is dripping. I slide my zipper down while I tease her clit with my tongue. Grabbing my cock, I relieve the ache that’s been building after our bath.
Nicole gasps when I bring my mouth to her sweet cunt. I lick up her cream, swirling around her swollen lips, and her thick honey hits my tongue making me shiver. My cock’s leaking, straining to be let loose, but this is for her. She’s my queen first and princess second. I’ll give her what she needs.
I feel her fluttering around my tongue, her fingers combing through my hair. Nicole tries to say something, stammering, but the words won’t come out.
After one more drag up her pussy, I pull my head away. “What is it, baby?”
“C-Can I taste yours?”
My cock shudders in my hand. “Ask properly like a good little girl.”
She rolls her eyes.
I slap her clit. “Ask.”
“May I please suck your cock, Daddy?”
“That’s a good girl.” I stand back. I ache to be in her mouth, but I want her to cum while she pleasures me. I want to taste her pussy melting on my tongue. Lifting Nicole by the ass, I carry her to the sofa. I lie down first and sit her on top of me.
“Take that shirt off. Show Daddy your tits.”
She obeys, and the shirt falls to the floor. “Now what?”
“Climb on, face toward my feet, little girl. That way I can taste your cunt while you suck my cock.”
“Oh.”
She climbs over me, bringing her ass toward my mouth as her small hands find my throbbing cock. I groan when she grips my shaft, and my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her rear. I could bite her curves, sink my teeth into her. But a sweeter place awaits.
Her pussy is drenched by the time we’re lined up. My tongue gets in her juices, and the flavor of her drives me wild. Pure woman, pure mine. I fuck her cunt with my tongue, taking care to play with her clit. Nicole’s ass starts to jiggle as she squirms, and my cock nearly bursts.
“Baby girl, get my dick in your mouth.”
Nicole’s warm lips close around me, and it’s sheer bliss when she takes me to the back of her throat. My body shakes violently as she works on my dick, her saliva trickling to my throbbing balls. I bury my tongue in her pussy, and seconds later a hot squirt shoots out of her to splash my taste buds. Fuck. Nicole moans around my shaft while I slurp up her cunt juice, my greed for her sending me into a frenzy. She starts to gag, and finally I lose control and cum down her throat.
I drag her body around. Face to face again.
My lips smash against hers, our cream smearing together, the taste of her cunt and my seed a hot mess as we kiss. At last she pulls away, a strand of cum dripping down her chin.
“Good girl.”
“You’re so filthy,” she moans, slumped against my chest.
“You make me filthy.” I hold her hair and kiss her furiously, sucking at her mouth like it’s her cunt. I want her taste, her body, her soul imprinted on mine. I want her to be a part of my being. When I pull her off, she pants for breath. “Where have you been all my life?” I say savagely.
“I-I dunno.” Her eyes glint. “You’re my Daddy, you’re supposed to find me.”
“Found. Claimed.” I slap her ass making her squeal and kiss her again. “Found and never letting go. If I had it my way, you’d sit on my cock every hour of every day. You’d sit there while Daddy breeds you and cums in your pussy over and over. I should tie you to my bed, Princess, tie you with your legs spread wide so I can drink that sweet cunt every fucking morning.”
“Jaime!”
“What?”
“T-That’s too filthy.”
“Is it?
She pouts. “If I’m stuck here you have to treat me right.”
Her sassy tone goes straight to my balls. “I’ll give you everything you want, Nicole.”
She shakes her head, flustered, but she snuggles against me. I’ll spoil her like she deserves, and I’ll keep her safe.
5
Nicole
I open my eyes and yawn, a pleasant soreness between my thighs. The rumpled sheets under me smell of sex and him. Jaime’s gone, but he’ll be back soon. In the early mornings, he likes to jog on the beach below the house. Unless I wake up first—then it’s no jog and all me.
I’ve been here a week, and every day Jaime treats me like a queen. Goddess, even. He’d do anything I ask. One afternoon, he gave me a foot massage that had me mewling
like a kitten. I was embarrassed, but Jaime said to let it out all out, mewl all I want. No holding back around Daddy.
And after I got over my shyness, I decided his cock was my toy.
During the day, Jaime is wrapped around my finger.
But when the sun sets, Daddy Sullivan turns into an animal. I have to be a good girl then and obey his rules.
When he decided I was ready to take him again—which took about all of one day—he fucked me for hours on this soft bed. I floated on clouds as pleasure wrenched my body from head to toe.
Daddy did all kinds of things to my poor clit, licking and strumming, pinching and rubbing. Then he wanted to try me back there.
I drew the line at my bottom.
Jaime relented after a while, but he spanked me for disobeying him. He made me cum so hard with his thick cock plunged in my pussy, and he didn’t care how loud I screamed or how hard I scratched. He kept thrusting and rubbing my sweet spot. I shuddered with one orgasm after another. He never went soft, and only when I was panting and drenched in sweat did he cum deep inside me.
Sometimes I forget the outside world exists.
But then I’d remember how I got here. I’d think back to that alley, and the dream would shatter.
We’ll never be safe with Rourke out there looking for me. Not to mention I’ve missed a week’s of class. My head hurts when I think about the troubles waiting for me in the real world. I can’t stay in this house forever.
How can we have a future together? If Grandma and Grandpa could see me now, they'd throw a fit.
Yesterday, Jaime met with that mob leader, Fogarty Croy. “A parley,” Jaime called it. I think it’s a fancy way to say he’s gone to hash things out with his mobster pals. Jaime said this Fogarty guy could order Rourke to leave me alone. Even in the mob, Rourke is disliked.
But Jaime came back looking frustrated.
“Mr. Croy won’t involve himself in our dispute,” Jaime told me. “If I have an issue with Rourke, I need to sort it out with him.”
“What does that mean?”
“Last man standing wins.”
I wanted to know more, but Jaime kissed me and said not to worry. “Rourke is my problem. I promise, no matter what happens, you’ll be safe.”
