by Jenna Rose
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him as I grab his hand. “If you want me gone, you’re going to have to drive me home. You can’t have one of your men do it.”
I see the anger flare in his gaze. He isn’t used to being disobeyed. For a brief second, I’m almost afraid, but I know that he would never do anything to me. He wants me safe. That’s what all this is about.
“You have a fire in you, gorgeous,” he finally says. Then he raises a single finger in front of his face. “One hour, and then you’re going home.”
I can’t help feeling like a bride and groom as we step inside his enormous home. It’s palatial, like something out of a movie. He gives me a quick tour of the downstairs—the kitchen, his office, an enormous home theater and a living room with a view that overlooks all of Los Angeles. And he takes his time about it. He also keeps his distance from me.
After twenty minutes, we find ourselves at the bottom of an enormous marble staircase leading to the second floor. Sasha doesn’t move.
“And what’s up there?” I ask.
“Trouble,” he replies.
“Trouble? Scary men?” I suggest. “Or a harem of models who dote on you daily?”
For the first time since we arrived, Sasha levels his eyes at me with full intent. “No. Upstairs is trouble, because upstairs is where the bedroom is, and if I take you to my bedroom, I know I won’t be able to stop myself. I can barely control myself now.”
So don’t! I want to scream at him. It’s growing harder and harder to ignore the buzzing inside me, like white-hot electricity arcing between us. I don’t care about the danger. If it means being with him, I’ll risk it. And he’ll protect me. I know he will.
Sasha opens his eyes to speak when my cell phone blares, echoing through the foyer like a splash of cold water in the face. There’s only one person who would be calling me right now. I check my phone. Yup. Mom.
“I have to take this,” I apologize as I answer. “Yes, Mom?”
Her voice is slurred and slow. I’ve heard it a million times. She’s drunk.
“Honey, I need you to come….come pick me up,” she says slowly. “I’m…not feeling well.”
“You’re drunk,” I reply. I’ve heard this story a thousand times, and every time she says it’s the last. I realized a long time ago that there will never be a last. “And I can’t come get you now. Take an Uber.”
“Ella!” Her screech is so loud I have to pull the phone from my ear. Sasha takes the opportunity to snatch it away from me.
“Where are you?” he asks. I can’t hear my mom’s reply. “I’m Ella’s friend. We’ll come pick you up, just tell us where you are. Okay. Thank you.”
He hangs up.
“I’m so sorry—”
“I’m sending a car for her,” he replies, sending a text on his phone. “They’ll bring her home and make sure she’s safe.”
“Wow,” I reply. “That’s so sweet of you—”
“I didn’t do it for her,” he says, his voice low. “I’m a selfish man. I don’t want you to leave me.”
He moves right in and my knees begin to shake. My whole body trembles as he presses his lips against mine.
His scent twists me, spins me into his grasp that the feeling of his rough hands on my body confirms. I close my eyes and give myself over to his embrace, expecting him to take me. But he’s still holding back. He pulls his lips from mine, and I open my eyes to see his filled with torment.
“We…we only have an hour,” I manage to whisper.
Sasha shakes his head.
“No, gorgeous. We have the rest of our lives.”
Oh. My. God.
A punch of pleasure hits me in the gut as he renews our embrace. Then he slides his hand up the inside of my thighs and presses two fingers against my mound, damp with unparalleled arousal. How is it possible to feel this good and barely have gotten started yet?
My back arches on its own, pressing my body against his. I’m suddenly aware of my breasts, my nipples, hard beneath my sports bra. But they only remain hidden for a moment more. Sasha lifts my top and bra off and over my head with a single movement. I stand topless before him, shocked at what I’m feeling.
I always thought I would be shy—anticipatory. But as Sasha drinks me in with his eyes, I’m not even remotely timid. In fact, I’m almost proud. The look of desire on his face is because of me. I’m warming the Ice Man.
“Fucking hell, look at those perfect teenage tits,” he growls as he unbuckles his belt. Even the sound of the metal causes me to stir inside. “You shouldn’t be here with a man like me.”
“Yes I should.”
“You need a nice man,” he says slowly.
“No, I don’t,” I reply, taking a step forward. “I need a bad man.”
That does it. Sasha’s fingers lift my skirt and slide into the hem of my spandex. With one sharp tug, they’re at my ankles, and before I know it, he’s bending me over the bottom steps.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, gorgeous,” he growls from behind me. I can feel his hot breath on my ass…between my thighs. On my most intimate places. “I’ll keep you away from the world. I’ll keep you as mine, and I’ll never get enough of you. You won’t be able to walk until I’m satisfied, and once you can, I’ll just take you over and over again.”
I’m shaking, and when I feel his hands spread me open, I almost collapse.
“Christ, look at that pretty pink pussy,” he mutters. “Untouched. I bet you’re tighter than a snare drum. You bring the animal out inside of me, gorgeous. I can’t make love to you. I have to fuck you. I have to devour you. I have to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I say, my voice clinging desperately to my gasp. “I can take it.”
“No,” he growls. “No, gorgeous. You can’t. But I’ll start slow…at least, I’ll try.”
My face blossoms with heat when I feel it—his tongue pressing against my lips, the ones between my legs that no man has ever seen, let alone touched. It’s then that I’m aware of just how wet I really am as I feel his face go slick against my skin, softening the stubble on his chin.
He forces his tongue deep inside me, and I moan as the unexplainable pleasure takes me. This is a man who knows what he’s doing. He finds my clit instantly and licks it hungrily but daintily, as though he’s holding back. He inhales deeply, and for a moment I feel self-conscious about it, but the feeling is wiped away when he groans into me.
He loves it—maybe as much as I do.
It’s like I’m being worshipped. Suddenly, I feel like his queen. His dark queen bending over for him in his mansion that he built on the bodies of his enemies. And as my climax races towards me like a hot rod going 180 miles per hour on the highway, one thought fills my mind: Yeah, I could get used to this.
His tongue flattens onto my buzzing nub as I come. My hips buck uncontrollably, but he holds me steady in his grip, my wet lips grinding back and forth against his. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good. But now I want it all. I want more. And Sasha can show it to me.
“Sasha!” I cry out as the last of my orgasm rolls through me, igniting a sensitivity that sends shivers through my spine. My toes curl, and he releases me, allowing me to slump onto one of the steps as I pant like a dog. I pull my knees to my chest and close my eyes as I begin to gently laugh.
I’m aware of every inch of my body, from my toes to my ears. I could melt into a puddle and not even care. The next thing I know, Sasha has me in his arms and is mounting the stairs like a king claiming a woman from the kingdom he’s just conquered. I’m still trying to even process how I’m still alive after what he did to me on the stairs when I’m tossed face-down on his enormous bed.
Fit for a king.
My eyes blurry, I glance back at him as he lifts my skirt up and bunches it around my waist.
“Christ, Ella. I thought I would be able to hold back, but you didn’t let that happen, did you? You broke this bad man down and made
him your slave. And now I have no choice but to serve you…” He slides out of his clothes and mounts me, his knees on either side of my ass, and lets his cock fall onto my lower back. I feel the weight, the girth, and a flare of fear as I wonder how I’ll be able to take it.
“And now I’m going to give you more pleasure than you ever imagined possible.”
I cry out as he fills me. The stretch is so severe that my eyes water and my mouth hangs open. I’m being filled—overfilled. He doesn’t stop, giving me every inch he has, and there must be so many of them, because by the time he stops pushing, I know for a fact that there’s no more room inside me.
“I know it hurts, Ella. But I can’t hold back. You’re just too sexy. I have to fuck you. Can you take it for me?”
“Yes!” The answer slides out of my mouth without thought. I don’t even know if I can, but I’m going to try.
“You say that now, but that virgin pussy says otherwise. Christ, you’re so fucking tight on my cock, like a fist.”
He moves in an out of me and my eyes go wide. I’m aching from the stretch already, but I bite down on the pillow and force myself to relax. This may be my first time, but I’m dying to please him.
I reach one hand back and feel his strong core muscles as he thrusts, pumping his enormous cock into me, almost pulling all the way out with each stroke. He’s definitely not holding back. His masculinity is overpowering. I’m being claimed, made into a woman, and I know that he’s the only man in the world who could do it.
His cock pulses inside of me, and he presses his full weight on top of me, wrapping his thick arms tightly around my torso. His hungry lips find mine, and he feverishly kisses me like he’s about to lose control.
“Already,” he growls. “I’m already there. I knew that virgin pussy would be sweet, but I didn’t know how sweet.”
“You…you’re going to come?”
“Don’t be disappointed,” he purrs. “I’ll fuck you again. I just need to get this out. Are you on the pill, baby?”
“No…”
I expect him to sigh—be disappointed. But I feel his lips twist into a grin against mine. “Good. You took my nine inches, and now you’re going to take my seed.”
The next thing I feel is a hot shot of warmth spray inside me. I cry out as his cock pumps his cum, causing me to go over the edge as well. My legs shake and tighten around him, and he groans into my ear like an animal. It’s raw. It’s pure. I feel his sweaty chest against my back and grind my hips against him, forcing him deeper, increasing the wonderful ache.
His cum overflows, spills out of me, and runs down my inner thighs. I thought my last orgasm was intense, but it pales in comparison to what I’m feeling now. His strength—I can’t move. He holds his cock deep until the very last twitch and then growls a satisfied sigh of relief and loosens his grip on me.
He lies on top of me for a long time, then gently brushes the hair from my face.
“Yeah,” he says. “There’s no way I can let you go now.”
5
Sasha
Standing on my bedroom balcony, watching the sunrise over Los Angeles, I stretch and smile. It’s a great view—one of the reasons I bought the house—but it pales in comparison to the one in my bedroom.
There she is. My beauty. My angel, lying naked in my bed, dripping with raw sexuality, her curves causing my morning wood to ache with desire.
I fucked her again last night. I woke up around 3:30 and felt her ass pressed against my crotch, and that was it for me. We spooned, I took her and filled her again, then we both passed out together. Shit, we didn’t even say anything. We didn’t have to.
My home is a modern marvel. Second most expensive home in Los Angeles, the first being a gaudy, ostentatious, French-style manor that I wouldn’t buy if you gave me half off. I had this house tastefully furnished and had my art collection brought in. I even have five million in cars in the underground garage. But it wasn’t until now that I realized there was one thing missing.
Her.
The whole house seems to revolve around her now, as though she’s the sun and everything else is a simple planet.
I thought I would be able to hold out—send her home—but I underestimated her. Or maybe I overestimated myself.
One hour? What was I thinking? Maybe if I had sent her back right then I would have been able to go through with it, but more than likely I’d have found myself in the car on the way to her house before the night was over.
No, she belongs with me.
And I belong to her now.
I’ll keep her safe. I’ll sell off territory and tie up loose ends. Make peace with some of the other bosses and get out of the life. It’s just not worth it anymore. I fought for so long to claim the ultimate prize—dominance and power—but now I realize that there was a greater prize waiting for me, elusive, just out of reach.
Love.
And Ella brought that prize to me.
She moans gently and stirs in bed. I’m by her side instantly, running my fingers through her hair. But as she moves, she raises one leg, causing my eyes to move to her incredible ass. Something comes over me, and I lean down and bite it.
“Oh!” Ella laughs as she squirms away from me. I snatch her by the hips and pull her back.
“I can’t fucking help myself,” I growl. “Your ass is a work of art. You know that?”
She’s a little shy, but her eyes flare, and she smiles. “It’s all those cheerleading workouts.”
“I’m going to fuck it one of these days,” I tell her. “And you’re going to love it.”
“Whatever you want, Daddy.” Her eyes hood as she looks at me, and my cock pulses with lust. She’s a nice girl now, but I’m going to change all that.
“I want you to do something for me, baby,” I tell her.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Do you see how hard I am, baby?”
“Yes…” Christ, her voice is so sexy. She’s turned on just like I am.
“I want you to suck it for me.”
She doesn’t even wait; she twists on the bed and puts her head between my legs and opens her mouth. Her lips are already wet with desire, and I groan as I slide my cock between them.
“Fuck. You taste your pussy juice on my dick, baby?”
Ella groans and slightly nods in response. Her body is heaven laid out beneath me. I take her by the wrist and guide her hand to her glistening cunt. “Rub your clit while you suck me, baby.”
Her moan vibrates through my shaft. She likes being told what to do, and as her king, I have no problem giving her orders.
“That’s it,” I purr as I grip her breasts with both hands. She jumps slightly as I pinch her nipples, and I go too deep in her throat, causing her to gag. She coughs and immediately apologizes.
“I’m so sorry—”
“Shhhh,” I reply, silencing her with a mouthful of cock. “You’re doing just fine, gorgeous.”
I watch her hand as she plays with herself and imagine her at home after cheerleading practice, stripped naked in her or standing against the wall in the shower, rubbing her little virgin pussy to the thought of one day losing her virginity.
I bet she never thought it would be to a guy like me.
She’s getting close—and so am I. I bite the inside of my cheek to hold out as long as I can, but it’s impossible. This may be her first time doing this, but she’s a natural. My core goes tight, and I pull out of her lips and explode all over her pretty little face.
“Oh!” she gasps with surprise. Then her body shakes, and she climaxes.
“Fuck,” I groan as I milk my load with my hand, finishing what she started. I paint her cheeks and face. Some of my seed even lands on her perky little tits, which jiggle as she comes. As I come down, I rest my cock gently between her lips and admire her incomparable beauty.
“I—I wasn’t expecting that…” she finally says. “But wow! I liked it.”
“Let me get you a towel.” I grin, getting up fro
m bed. She still looks like she’s in shock as I clean her up and lie down beside her.
“You have so much to show me,” she says as she traces the lines of my chest with a finger.
“And it’ll be easy. You’re obviously a quick learner.”
“You’re right about one thing.” She smiles.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk today.”
I laugh and ruffle her hair. “Well, you better be able to. Because I have something special planned for us today.”
“There’s one!” Ella exclaims, pointing to the back of the migrating gray whale as it emerges briefly from the sea. “Oh my God, Sasha! Did you see that?”
“I sure did.” I smile as I wrap her in my arms. It’s whale-watching season, and I rented out an entire company for us today, just so we could have a private showing. The tour guide warned us we might not see anything, but so far we’ve seen six of them, and Ella couldn’t look happier.
“Oh, this is incredible!”
I give the captain a big tip to keep us out there longer than usual. Luckily, neither of us gets seasick, and Ella fills her phone with photos.
“Can we come back tomorrow?” she asks.
“Any time you like, baby,” I smile. Yeah, this is the life. Ella came in like a meteor, crashed into the walls of my castle and smashed them to bits. I’m a changed man; there’s no denying that now. I can’t believe I even thought for a second about letting her get away from me.
My men are waiting for us at the harbor when we finally come back in, and we drive up to Malibu, where I’ve prepared a private dinner on the beach for us, complete with a private chef brought in from the Vine.
Her beauty seen through the candlelight seems impossible. I’ve had her three times in less than twenty-four hours and I still want more. It’s a thirst impossible to quench, but I’ll damn sure try.
“Didn’t expect you to call me Daddy.” I grin, causing her to blush.
“Neither did I. It just…sort of came out.” She smiles. “Think I have daddy issues?”
