Owning the Beast

by Alexa Riley

  “Turn around and place your pussy on my face, Bella. You know how much I love to start my day with the breakfast of champions.”

  I felt her laugh around my cock and the vibrations sent chills of pleasure running up my spine. Moving, she shifted her body over mine, letting her knees fall splayed on either side of my head, laying herself vulnerable and bare above me. I loved how much she trusted me. Her breasts rubbed against my stomach and I let my hands wander down her back and across the tops of her perfect round ass. Squeezing the firm globes once, I gave her ass a hard swift spank, watching in satisfaction as her flesh jiggled under my touch. Bella continued to work at my cock, lightly squeezing my sac as I stared at her soaking pussy mere inches from my mouth. Grabbing her ass cheeks, none too gently, I pulled her down to seat that juicy nectar completely on my face. The taste of her was heavenly as always, sweet like peaches and cream. I couldn’t drink her in fast enough.

  It’s been 16 years since I had my first taste of her sweet heaven and I still couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

  “Happy birthday, my Griffin,” she breathed out against my throbbing cock, placing a smacking kiss on the tip.

  “If this is how turning fifty feels, can I celebrate my birthday every day?”

  She leaned up and looked back at me over her shoulder with a sly grin on her face. Sitting up, Bella pushed her pussy down on my mouth.

  “Get back to work, Stone. I want to come on your face before you fuck me.”

  I growled against her, my stubble tickling against her sensitive flesh and doubled my efforts. I needed to be inside her tight little body. Using her hand to stroke my cock, she didn’t make a move to bend back down. Instead, Bella rocked her hips against my mouth, letting my tongue fuck her before moving on to lick and suckle on her clit. I kept a tight grip on her ass and helped her keep her rhythm as she started to tremble and shake. She was near.

  She worked herself down on me harder, almost bruising my lips with her rapid thrusts. She screamed my name as I felt her walls tighten around my tongue and I felt my cock starting to leak pre-cum.

  I felt a mild panic welled up inside me when Bella pulled away from my face, thinking that the kids might have woken up from the racket. Annabella lifted her body up and turned around, moving her soaked pussy towards my cock. She saw the pinched look on my face and smirked at me.

  “Relax, Griffin, they are with Logan’s kids at the cabin this weekend, remember?”

  “In that case, let’s make some more noise, Beauty.”

  I smiled. Flipping her onto her back, I forcefully pushed her legs apart, baring her glistening pussy to me. I growled. Grabbing my cock, I thrust deep inside her, all the way to the hilt, causing her to scream out in pleasure.

  “That’s it, Angel. Let me hear how much you like my cock.”

  Thrust.

  “Tell me how much you love this cock.”

  Thrust.

  “Who owns you?”

  Thrust.

  She gave me the most devilish smile and I couldn’t help but smile back. We both knew she owned me. Body, heart and soul. And every little thing in between.

  Pounding into her warmth, I leaned down to kiss her. Cradling her face in my hands, I devoured her mouth. I will never get tired of kissing this beautiful angel.

  “Come on, Angel. It’s my birthday. At least let me think I’m in charge for just one day.”

  She laughed lightly and I kissed the breath out of her once more. I moved my hips to hit that spot deep inside her, knowing that I would have her crazy in seconds.

  “Griffin!” she whimpered and I knew I’d struck gold. Angling my hips, I pounded away at that exact spot and I felt her walls starting to quiver around me.

  “That’s it, Griffin. Don’t stop. Please”

  I whispered against her lips. “Never, Angel. Never.”

  Her climax ripped my own from me, and I roared Bella’s name as spurts of my warm cum bathed her pussy walls. I keep thrusting into her until every last drop was milked from my dick. Rolling us over, I stroked her back as we caught our breath.

  We laid there spent and breathless, enjoying the quiet when Bella leaned up. Propping her chin on her hands, she gazed into my eyes. I tucked her dark hair behind her ear, taking in her beauty. My heart squeezed and clenched as the love I felt for my beauty welled up inside of me.

  “How was that for a birthday present?” she asked.

  Flashing her my biggest smile, I sat up, tossing her off me and flipping her over. I jerked her ass up in the air and pushed her chest down on the bed. I was still smiling as I grabbed my hard cock and slammed into her once more from behind.

  “I’d say it was a good start. Now be a good girl and tell me who owns you.”

  I heard her tinkling laughter as I started thrusting. This was going to be a great day. I didn’t bother about the number of ways I had to fuck her; she will say it by the time I’m through with her. We’ve done this countless of times for years and she still hasn’t admitted it yet. Even if she did, we both knew it would be a lie.

  Pushing back to meet my thrust, Bella let out a moan. “We both know I own you, Griffin. Keep trying to fuck it out of me though. You know how much I like that.”

  With that, I grabbed her hips and gave her what she wanted. Just how she wanted it.

  “I love you, my Beauty.”

  “And I love you, my Beast.”

  Please enjoy an excerpt of Alexa Riley’s debut novel

  Owning Her Innocence

  CHAPTER 1 * HALEY *

  The smell of musk was the first thing I became aware of. The second was that I couldn’t move my hands or legs—they felt heavy. Wait, no, I think I’m bound. I shifted around, seeing if I could free myself, but the soft, ribbon-like material held tight. “Where am I?” I whisper to myself. I shift harder, trying to free myself from the blindfold.

  BAM! A door slams maybe a few rooms away.

  I still.

  Should I call out? A chill runs up my spine and I suddenly become very aware that I’m naked. Except for what feels like something drying on my chest. As my breathing picks up, the musky smell seems to grow. What is that sound? Steps. Someone is coming. I hear the footsteps shuffling closer. Maybe, just maybe, if I’m quiet enough they’ll just pass. The steps grow louder and louder, then stop. I hold my breath for what feels like forever. They start up again, this time moving away from me. Releasing the breath I was holding, I lay my head back down on the mattress. Think, Haley, how did I get here? What do I remember last?

  William.

  -The night before-

  “I’d like to thank everyone for coming here tonight to celebrate my little Haley graduating.”

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen my father so happy before. He keeps talking about how I’m a big girl now. It’s time for me to grow up, he says. “Enough living in that head of yours, Haley.” He even went as far as cleaning out my room last week, removing all my stuffed animals, my baby dolls that I’ve had since before I can remember, hiring William’s construction company to paint over my beautiful pink walls. Now the room is an ugly blue that makes me stomp my feet every time I enter it.

  “She’s not my little girl anymore. She’s a young woman ready to enter the world, and I’m sure she will do great things. I love you, Haley. You’ve made me a very proud father. I wish your mother was here to see you now.” Cheers break out and I rush to hug my father.

  I know he means well, but the thought of growing up and being a woman terrifies me to the core. I need to get some air. It’s too hot in this house and I’m starting to feel like I can’t breathe.

  As I make my way down the hall I see William leaning against the backdoor. William, the man that makes me tingle all over at just the sight of him. He has the broadest shoulders and the most thickly muscled thighs. He’s all man. I’ve had a crush on him for what seems like forever. Though for the past year he’s avoided me like I developed leprosy.

  He used to come around all the time, he w
as, after all, my father’s best friend. Picking me up from school when Father had to work late, or staying over and putting me to bed when Father couldn’t make it home. I remember curling up in his lap while he read me bedtime stories; I could always talk him into reading a second.

  “Please, Daddy William, just one more.”

  “One more, sweetheart, and that’s it. Do you understand me? I don’t want to have to turn that little bottom of yours cherry red.”

  Back then, that threat just made me giggle, thinking about it now made my panties grow wet.

  William stood up from his position against the door as I grew closer. His dark black hair was starting to become peppered with gray, and it only added to his appeal. Could men tell when a girl got wet? Just the thought of William knowing this about me made my face heat.

  “God, Haley, you have the sweetest blush I’ve ever seen,” he says, running his finger down my cheek, and I can’t help but blush harder. He quickly drops his hand, as if remembering the leprosy. Looking at me with that same gaze he’s been giving me lately. I can’t quite figure out what it is. I missed his touches. He never touches me anymore. In fact, he hardly even looks at me, and when he does his face is hard—no longer the Daddy William I used to know. He’s also made it very clear that I am to stop calling him that, correcting me every time I use the name.

  “Daddy William, do you want to play checkers with me?” I had asked one night.

  “It’s William, Haley. Now say it.” I just stared at him. I didn’t want it to just be William. He was my Daddy William. “Say it, Haley,” he pushed.

  “Forget it, Williammm!” I said, drawing out his name in hopes of pushing him a little. “I don’t want to play checkers with you anyway.”

  I’ll never forget him grabbing me by the arms and pulling me close, flush against his broad chest, dipping his head right down next to my ear, his stubble brushing against my soft skin.

  “That’s good, little Haley. It’s best you don’t play with me at all.” His nose pressed to my neck and it felt like he was breathing me in. Then he was gone. That was the last time William touched me… A year without his touch. Until this very moment.

  “Good evening, William.” I can’t stop the sarcastic way I say his name now. It’s like a little paper cut each time I say it, and I want him to know this. Or maybe I just want a reaction from him. Something. Anything to get a little bit of his attention. I see the tic in his jaw and I can’t help but smirk at my little victory.

  “So glad you could pull yourself away from whatever it is you’re up to these days to come to my little graduation party. God knows you don’t come around to see us anymore.” Cheese and crackers! That came out way whinier than I intended it to. I’ve never actually seen William with another woman, but I can’t help the thought that that’s what’s been keeping him away from us… From me. It slices through my heart.

  “We all have lives, Haley. Like your father keeps saying, you’re a big girl now and it’s time you started acting like it.”

  My shoulders drop at his words. There it is again, I’m a big girl now.

  Softly I whisper, “Maybe I don’t want to be a big girl.”

  He mumbles something I don’t quite catch, and the temperature in the room seems to rise.

  “Fuck, Haley, I can’t deal with this right now. Get your little ass wherever you were going.”

  I feel the lump rise in my throat; I can’t let him see how he’s affected me.

  “Then why don’t you move your stupid face away from the door!” I scream at him.

  Hopefully the anger will keep the tears at bay for a few moments longer until I can make my escape.

  “Now, now, Haley, don’t you go thinking you’re too old to be bent over and have your panties pulled down for me to spank that sweet little ass of yours.”

  I can’t control the gasp that leaves my lips. How dare he!

  That helped push those tears back and I feel my anger grow. He ignores me the past year then thinks he can just come in here and boss me around? I don’t think so, Daddy William. I straighten my back, trying to make myself somewhat taller but he’s got a whole foot on me, so I’m not sure it’s working

  “I’d like to see you try…Daddy William.” No sooner have the words left my lips than he grabs me by the waist, turns me around and pushes me against the door he was leaning on moments before.

  I snap my face up to look at him through the veil of my lashes; this is a look I’ve never seen before. His eyes seem to change in the light to the deepest green I’ve ever seen. He slides one of his legs between mine, bracing his left hand next to my face and his right onto my hip, making it so I have no escape. I’m totally trapped. He wouldn’t hurt me, would he? The hand he has on my hip tightens, causing a sharp pain that seems to go right to my core. Oh god, the tingling between my legs is back in a way that I’ve never felt before. I swear I can feel my pulse down there, and I feel liquid leak from my girly parts. I’ve never had a boy—no, a man—on me like this before.

  The only experience I have is the one time my best friend Molly talked me into going to her brother’s basketball game. Molly is boy crazy, and being as we went to a private all-girls’ Catholic school we never got to be around boys. After the game, her brother Tim caught me by the bleachers and tried sticking his slimy tongue down my throat, which was completely gross. When I came home and told my father about it he hit the roof and started making me get birth control shots from the doctor. I tried to explain, but he was too freaked out to listen. Luckily I didn’t tell him it was Molly’s brother, or he probably wouldn’t have let me hang out at her house anymore.

  This moment, however, wasn’t gross at all. What would he do if I moved so my girly parts sat right on his thigh? Would he feel the wetness? Would he notice it if I just moved back and forth a little? Why did I want to move back and forth? What good would it do? But I want to. I have to.

  I see his eyes drop to my lips. I bet William’s kiss would be nothing like Tim’s. I lick my lips, wondering if he’ll do it. Kiss me, I beg with my eyes, knowing there’s no way I can say the words.

  William starts to lean toward me and I freeze. He’s going to kiss me, but right before he gets to my lips his face turns and he buries it in my neck. I feel something warm and slick slide up my neck and a moan slips from my lips. He licked me. Oh my god, he totally licked me.

  “You taste like pure innocence,” he tells me. At his words I let my girl parts slide down onto his thigh. The pressure feels so good. It feels like something is building. Something is going to happen…

  “Haley!” I hear my father yell.

  The next thing I know I’m standing and William is across the room, leaning against the wall like nothing happened. Is he that unaffected by me? The very idea crushes me, but who am I kidding, I haven’t the first idea how to attract a man like William.

  Maybe my fantasies are starting to make me go crazy and I imagined everything that just happened. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had vivid thoughts about William, and I’m sure it wouldn’t be the last. I just can’t seem to shake him from my head. He dominates my every thought, and maybe even owns them. What would it be like to be owned by William? The thought should scare me, but it only excites me.

  “Haley, there you are,” my father says, breaking me from my thoughts.

  “Molly and her brother Tim just got here. You should go and greet your guests.”

  I take one last look at William before rushing from the room to find Molly, hearing my father yell after me, “No running in the house, Haley!”

  After that, I try my best to avoid William for the rest of the night. If he can pretend like nothing happened, so can I.

  I spend most of the evening hanging with Molly and her brother Tim. I was surprised to see Tim here with Molly. Since he kissed me a few months back he’s pretty much stayed away from me. Tonight, however, he seems overly attentive. He keeps asking me about my plans this summer and making sure my drink stays topp
ed off. It’s actually kind of sweet, but some of his lingering touches make me feel uncomfortable.

  I know I should try to move past this stupid crush I have on William, maybe even go on a date. No way would William ever want to be with some chubby girl like me who can’t even kiss a boy without wanting to run away. My father would probably kill us both, to be honest. Going to an all-girls’ school the whole “going out with boys” conversation never really happened.

  As the evening progresses, the more I try to avoid William the more he seems to be watching me. He keeps giving me disapproving looks. I also can’t help but notice that Jane—an employee from my father’s office—is hanging all over him. The sight of them together makes it feel like I have a weight on my chest. I’ve heard my father say she’s a gold-digger that will sleep with anyone, whatever that means. I can’t stand to watch them, but I swear anytime I walk into another room, William is there two seconds later, followed by Jane.

  I really need a moment alone to get myself together. I’m feeling a little dizzy and really, really tired. I also need to change out the soaked undies I still have on from earlier.

  Slipping up to my room I inwardly cringe at the stupid blue walls. I head to my dresser, digging to find a new pair of underwear—I would be so embarrassed if anyone knew what I had done in them. Just the thought of what had taken place with William earlier had me soaking them further. Maybe I should see a doctor. This can’t be normal.

  As I’m slipping the panties down my legs, my door suddenly swings open and I tumble back with the underwear wrapped around my legs. Tim catches me.

  “From the state of those panties it looks like you’re starting without me, sugar,” Tim drawls.

  I pale. What does he mean, starting without him? Starting what?

  “Tim, you shouldn’t be in here. My father will hit the roof.”