by Rebel Wild
Once again, I take his offered hand, and he leads me out into the ocean. I stop when the water’s waist-deep. Going beyond where I can’t readily stand is not a good feeling for me.
“You can swim?” Mr. Garrett asks, feeling my resistance.
“Yes, sir. I just don’t like deep water. I’m afraid of it. Daddy is the one and the only person that can get me in deep water and…” I shut my mouth about my dad, but it’s too late. I can already tell he’s annoyed.
Why, why, why did I tell him that? Every time I mention how I only do things for my dad, he forces me to do it for him.
“Trust me,” Mr. Garrett says and I know it’s not an option at this point so I continue.
The water is just below my breasts now, and I’m not trusting him at all anymore.
“I want to go back,” I say, trying to turn back around, but he holds me in place.
“What are you so afraid of?”
Drowning. Sharks waiting to eat me alive. Getting caught up in all this nasty seaweed. Take your pick.
“I don’t know,” I say, forgetting all about the sirs and the obeying I’m supposed to do. “I just don’t like this.” The pull of the tide is making me lose my balance. “I’m going to fall!”
He pulls me close and I cling to him like a cheap suit. My arms wrap around his neck in a death grip as he swims us out even further. I can’t feel the ground beneath me anymore and I hold him even tighter, panicking.
“Relax. I’ve got you. You’re fine,” he says, almost like it’s a promise. His voice is calm and soft with not a hint of authority in it. He grabs my behind and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Let’s just float a while,” he says. I don’t know who this person is, but I like him much better.
“Okay.”
“Feel how the water is moving around us?” He asks me.
I nod my head. I’m doing all the wrong things right now, but he doesn’t seem to be paying it any attention. Thank God the water isn’t choppy, but we’re still bobbing up and down a little as tiny ripples pass us. I can feel his muscles as he holds me tight in his arms. The moment I calm down, he loosens his grip on my butt. My fear starts again and I hold him tighter, squeezing his torso with my legs while I buck my hips to keep close to him. He tries to get me to loosen the death grip I have on his neck, but I just hold on tighter. I know I’m choking him, but I’m too scared to let go. He gives up and hugs my waist to hold me instead.
“Okay, okay,” he says. “I’ve got you.”
Even as scared as I was when I did it, I felt him get hard when I bucked my hips into him. He smirks at the slight widening of my eyes when I feel him getting even harder. Like it did in his kitchen, his tongue comes out to moisten his lips. I look at that tongue that has been torturing me and all the fear and anxiety are replaced by intense, pure unadulterated lust. Our lips crash together. His tongue slips into my greedy mouth and I suck it so hard that I hear a deep moan coming from him. It spurs me on and I know the wetness between my legs has nothing to do with us being out in the water. He tries to pull away too soon, but I have him trapped this time.
Well, who knew that this little swim would work to my advantage?
I hold on to him, threading my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening our kiss, and to my pleasurable surprise, he is letting me. He tucks his pelvis into me and I grind into him. I know I’m going to be in so much trouble for this, but I don’t care at the moment. His teasing has had me wound up tight for days and my coils have snapped. If I’m going to be punished, then I’m going to earn it.
Chapter Twelve
Sydney pressed into me is getting me aroused as we bob in the water, but she’s barely keeping it together. I dropped my Dom persona. It would only frighten her more. She’s clinging to me for life, and fuck me, I can’t get enough of it. The feel of her legs wrapped around me as she clamors to get closer has me more than pleased.
I knew I wanted to be out in the water with her, to play with her, and get her to do that squealy little giggle she still does when she’s excited. It never occurred to me she’d be so terrified of deep water, but it’s proven to be an added bonus. She’s a boa constrictor and I like it.
I know she’s been unhappy with the total power exchange and that brings me no pleasure. If I wasn’t such a selfish bastard, I wouldn’t keep her locked away, but I’ve waited too long to have her and now that she’s in my hands, I won’t let her go, and I sure as hell won’t share her with the rest of the world. She should be grateful I’m allowing her friendship with Bree, but from what Joe’s telling me, I should cut that shit out.
Before we arrived here, I called ahead, telling my house manager to make herself scarce, but not before making sure everything was as it should be. I didn’t want anything to ruin our getaway. I hope that it’s making her happy so I can feel a little less like the bastard that I am.
So far, I haven’t been able to get even a giggle out of her. She used to giggle all the time bouncing around my office, teasing me about my “ugly cheap looking blue suits” while forcing me to listen to her horrible taste in music.
I thought clothes would make her happy. She used to obsess over them, so I made sure to fill her closet to the brim. I wanted to see what it felt like to spoil her. I can understand why Roger did it. She’s much too beautiful for anything less. Brianna informed me that the clothes didn’t seem to faze her. Decorating her room didn’t do it for her either. She’s pleased about going to school, but I’d hardly call it a giggle-worthy thrill.
It was sheer luck when I caught her daydreaming that her bottled water was a soft drink the other day. I hate that sugary shit. Never would I have allowed soda in my kitchen, but she seemed to want it and I wanted to reward her. For what, I don’t know. She’d blatantly broken the rules that night. I knew she was upset after she visited with her father. Joe reported to me, as he always does, and I saw evidence of it while I watched her on the surveillance.
I have cameras in all parts of the house, but never have I used them as much as I do with Sydney. She fascinates me and I can’t help but watch her. I was very upset when I saw her just pick at her lunch, so I had Brianna prepare an appetizing dinner, making sure she included Coke.
I was livid she’d broke the rule about being late for dinner. Aside from the playroom, it’s one of the few things I enjoy doing with her and I wanted every minute of it. I went straight up to her room and found her asleep on her bed, clutching on to the ugliest stuffed rabbit I’d ever seen. Her face was tear-stained and she looked so damn pathetic, I thought of dropping the charges against her father right then and there. Of course, my selfish obsession with her wouldn’t let me do that, so I stormed out of her room without so much as a word.
Just when I’d calmed down enough not to want to punish her, I glanced at surveillance and saw she was standing in the kitchen on bare feet. Another rule broken. She could’ve stepped on something and hurt herself. I was pissed all over again. I was itching to spank her until she came into my office, turned on the waterworks, and became a blubbering mess. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that? I just gave up and told her to go eat her damn dinner.
I heard her squeal when she saw the soda. Squealing over a can of soda. It doesn’t take much to make her happy. I came into the kitchen while she had it up to her lips. She’d forgotten herself and stared at me, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to remind her at that moment. Those big green eyes were burning a hole in me and my cock was enjoying it. She looked at me like she could see every secret I possessed, and I was encouraged that it didn’t send her screaming in horror. Instead, there she sat, sipping on a soda. She was in jeans and fucking staring at me. Just one of those two things I could punish her for, but what did I do? I fucking allowed it. I even allowed her to question why I call her Foxy in my own fucking playroom. Jesus Christ, she frustrated me to no end and it didn’t help that I couldn’t wear her down.
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She trusts me. The sheer fact that she felt comfortable enough to question me told me that. It wasn’t enough for her to drop her inhibitions though. I knew she wanted to. That red dress proved it. It also proved how far I’d gotten with her. She’d gone from timidly wearing granny panties in the playroom, to strutting around tempting the bull in me with red. She was so close to giving in to me. If only she’d have stopped fighting.
She was still fighting it as she sat there sipping that damn Coke. The minute I saw her lips wrapped around it, I lost all control and kissed her. Fuck, that soda made her taste so good, so sweet. My God, she was so incredibly sweet. I wanted to fuck the sweetness right out of her. I wanted to rip those jeans off, fuck her, dress her up in pretty clothes so I could rip them off and fuck her again.
I thought me kissing her like that would make her pull away, but her mouth couldn’t get enough of mine and I wanted to devour her. Pleasingly, she wanted it as much as I did. She was insanely horny. A horny virgin. Damn. The gods must have loved me to bestow such a gift, and I wasn’t going to waste it by being impatient. I could feel her eyes fucking me as I walked away. I left her in what I was sure were some very wet panties. My little rule-breaker was going to have to work for her orgasm as much as I was working for mine.
Right now, that’s exactly what she’s doing, because her lips are on mine and she’s working me over with that fuckable mouth of hers while being terrified in this damn water. I finally have her right where I want her and she’s ripe for the plucking.
Fuck me, she’s bold. I can’t help but be pleased when she stops me from pulling away from her by grabbing the back of my head to pull me even closer. Little Foxy is a siren and she is mine. I put my collar on her to prove it. She finally comes up for air and the look in her eyes tells me she’s beyond ready for me. Without a word, I swim us back to shore and haul ass back up to the house. I lead her to my room because I’ve packed what’s needed to improvise the playroom.
I close the door and even though no one but my housekeeper’s here, I lock it. I strip off my shorts and stand eye-fucking her in that blue bikini I picked out, knowing it would look great on her. Her eyes are a heady mix of lust and fear, but not a trace of uncertainty. I walk over and kiss her.
“You can say no at any time. You can safeword or just tell me to stop and I will. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I go over to the drawer and retrieve one of the restraints I brought with me.
“Hands,” I tell her, and she gives them to me to tie together. Now that she’s tied up and not going anywhere, I can focus on taking my time with her. “Look at me,” I tell her when she lowers her eyes.
She brings them back up and bites her lower lip. I growl. I fucking growl at the sight of her. She brings out the animal in me and I have to keep him at bay or he will devour her. I need to take a gentle approach to this. As much as I want to ram my cock into her and come, I need to fuck her with kid gloves. Anything else and all the work that got us to this point will be lost.
I kiss that teasing mouth of hers. Even without the Coke, she tastes sweet. I leave her mouth to kiss her neck and she leans her head to the side to give me access. Fuck, the way she responds to me is perfection. Never would I have thought I’d be doing this shit with a sub, but if it leads me to fucking her, I’ll gladly do whatever I need to rev her up.
I untie the neck of her bikini, letting it fall to expose her breasts. I nearly come at the sight of them, perfectly shaped with nipples that are a delectable shade of pink. She inhales when I take one in my mouth and suckle her. I reach behind and untie the back of her bikini, pulling it off. Taking her by her forearms, I walk her backward to the bed and push her down on it. She looks up at me where I still stand, that lip is captured in her mouth and it goes straight to my cock, making it even harder and longer. Her eyes widen at the sight of it.
Don’t worry, little Foxy, you’ll get familiar with him a little later, right now it’s all about you.
I want her to enjoy this. I want her to feel every ounce of pleasure I plan on giving her. Every time she thinks of this, every time she lets some unworthy prick fuck her, I want her to always compare it to this. I want her to remember when she was mine.
“Hands above your head,” I tell her and she obeys me.
“Yes, sir.” She breathes, waiting for the second it takes me to secure them to the headboard.
I kiss my way up her legs and slide her bikini bottoms off. She’s bare and laid out before me. I take my time with her, tasting her, working her up to come. It doesn’t take long. I stop right when I feel the first quiver of her orgasm.
“Not yet. When I’m inside you, you can come,” I tell her.
She gives a disappointed whimper as I kiss my way up her body. I settle myself between her open legs, running my cock through her juices before I slide my tip in. He’s already dripping of pre-cum by just the feel of her. I linger at her entrance. I’ve waited a long time to get here and I’m going to enjoy every second of it. My eyes are on her, watching her being fucked for the first time. The fact that it’s hurting her pleases me. I press my lips to hers and enter her in one quick motion. She tenses in pain before trying to turn away from me.
“Breathe,” I whisper to her, holding her head to keep her still. “Breathe through it.” She opens her mouth to let in a breath. “That’s my sweet girl,” I say, moving down to kiss her neck. “Better?” I breathe, not sure if I’m asking her or my cock who’s feeling the exhilaration of being in such a tight, wet space. I haven’t had to stop myself from coming this soon since I was a kid.
“Yes,” she whimpers. My mouth finds her again as I begin to pump gently into her, building us up slowly, savoring every moment that I’ve craved for, but has been denied me. “Mmm,” she moans into my mouth and I return the favor by moaning back.
Her nipples are rubbing against my chest so I dip down and suck one, holding them both in my hands, kneading them. They fit perfectly. She fits perfectly. Slowly, my hands move down to her waist. Holding her hips, I pound into her, looking in her eyes as I fuck her so hard she almost drowns my cock.
“Shit,” I say when her eyes roll back in her head and she bites that fucking lip.
My hands move down to feel her legs. So fucking smooth. My wildest dreams were never even close to the real thing. I lift them up and without any guidance from me, she wraps them around my hips.
“Shit,” I say again.
She’s wrapped around me like she was in the water, but this time I’m buried deep inside of her and she’s loving every minute of it. She’s radiating heat, sweaty, and hot underneath me. It’s almost enough to warm the coldest parts of me, almost.
“Oh, my God,” she moans. The words are barely a whisper.
Her lips are parted, eyes closed, and her forehead is furrowed in a deep frown.
“Stop fighting it,” I tell her.
My mouth is so close to hers we’re breathing each other’s air.
Her eyes drift open, focusing on the ceiling before looking at me. Their glossy, almost like she’s high. She’s mouthing something, but she’s so gone, I don’t think she even understands what she’s trying to say. I pound her one good time to bring her back down to earth. She’s going to feel every bit of this orgasm I’m about to give. She’s hanging on by a thread. She whimpers, getting closer and closer to coming.
“Come for me, Foxy.”
“Oh, God,” she says as she finally tumbles over.
She contracts around me, squeezing the life out of me as she comes, but I keep pounding into her. Her body shakes as her orgasm takes her.
“Fuck,” I say, shooting my load inside her. I grunt like a fucking pig, pushing my cock in deeper as my cum seeps out of her.
Her legs relax their grip on me, and reluctantly, I pull out of her. Seeing my cum pour out of her is pure satisfaction, especially when it�
��s mixed with her blood. I roll off her, my flaccid cock flops down on my leg. I turn my head to look at her and those glossy, green eyes are staring at me. The heaving of her chest is almost hypnotic. A bead of sweat rolls down her temple toward her ear and I brush it away before it reaches her hair.
She tries to cover her tits when I untie her.
“Don’t,” I tell her, taking her hands away. “Never hide from me. You’re much too beautiful for that and I want to see you.”
She makes the mistake of nodding her head, but it doesn’t bother me. I grin, kissing her lips. As sated as I feel right now, she can do almost anything without fear of punishment. I never knew how tense not fucking could make me. Then again, I’ve never not fucked for this long before.
“Yes, sir,” she says.
“How’re you feeling?” I ask her. Defiantly, she doesn’t answer, but her smile says it for her. She’s just lying there staring at me. If she thinks we’re going to have some canoodling session right now, she’s about to be disappointed. I wanted her first time to be good, but I draw the line at that shit. “I’ll clean you,” I tell her, getting up. “Then we’ll have lunch.”
I have her stay put while I go to the bathroom to get towels. By the time I return, she’s in a dead sleep. I see I’m not the only one sated. I meticulously clean her, watching her as she sleeps. The little whimpers she keeps giving me and the responsive way she moves when I touch her is pleasing to me.
“My horny little virgin.”
No longer a virgin anymore. I grin, looking at her just fucked pussy, still trickling out bloody cum. It’s making me hard all over again.
When I’m satisfied with my work, I turn her over on her side, cover her up, and toss the towels. I watch her sleep, finding myself wondering what it would be like to slip in bed and hold her, but I shake the asinine thought from my head. I don’t even know where it came from. I don’t hold women after I fuck them. I need to get away from this girl. This whole tenderly-taking-her-virginity bullshit has me off balance and that is a dangerous thing.
