by Sky Corgan
“That's right, baby girl. Let me wreck that pussy with my mouth,” I breathe into her pink parts before licking her arousal clean.
“Ryder, it's so good,” she practically whimpers, making my cock ache painfully from the sound. Fuck, I need to be inside of her.
I climb to my feet and place my hand on the back of her neck, forcing her head against the bed. “Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you now?”
She doesn't respond. She simply wiggles her ass at me, which makes me grit my teeth as I fight back my aggressive need to plunge into her. “You are so fucking sexy like this. Maybe I should make you stay this way all the time. Would you like that?” My fingertips round the globe of her ass before groping a handful. Her small body jolts forward slightly from the pressure. I can't wait to feel her ass muscles fighting against the thickness of my cock.
“Please, Ryder. Put it in me.”
The sound of her begging makes me tremble on the inside. These are words I never thought I'd hear her say, and they fill me with such pride—that she would want me like this. She wants to be with me, and I refuse to deny her anything.
I think about telling her that it's going to be uncomfortable, but she'll figure that out on her own soon enough. More than likely, she thinks I'm going to stick my dick in her pussy. This might come as a bit of a surprise to her, but I hope she likes it as much as I know I will.
I grab the base of my cock and step forward, spreading her ass cheeks apart with one hand while I zero in on her pucker. I kiss the tight ridges with my glans, massaging around them. She shifts her weight, and I glance down at her expression. If she's afraid of what I'm about to do, it doesn't show on her face. Her eyes are closed, and she looks almost serene. I can see the arousal there too, though. It's soft and beautiful, just like her.
I tease her ass with my dick a little before I slide my thumb over and start probing at her entryway. Unlike with her pussy, I know that her ass needs to be claimed carefully or else she's going to hate this. The muscles are far too tight for the intrusion not to be painful, so I begin probing in and out of her to loosen her up. She sighs softly as I do, seeming to enjoy it.
“Your ass is just as greedy as your cunt, slurping at my finger. I think it wants something bigger.” I start probing a bit more roughly, gauging her reaction. To my surprise, she pushes back against me, writhing on the digit. Holy fuck, this girl... “Are you ready to have my cock in your ass?”
“Mhm,” she purrs, giving a slight nod of her head.
“This is the last hole of yours I have to claim. Then all of you will be mine. No other man will be able to enjoy the pleasures of any of your firsts.” I wonder if the pride that I'm feeling bleeds through into my voice.
“I'm all yours, Ryder.”
With that, I put my cock back where it belongs. A bead of pre-seed has formed on the head, and I use it to lube up her hole. Then I quickly grab a bottle of lube from the bedside table drawer to lube up myself before I start pressing forward. The entry is incredibly tight, and she grunts as I force my tip into her.
“Relax, sweetie.” I rub my palm over the small of her back.
Her muscles surrender to me, and I buck forward the rest of the way, filling her to the hilt. The tightness is so suffocating that I can feel my pulse in my dick. It's like all of the blood in me is fighting to keep her spread. She makes a soft hissing sound, and I can feel her body fighting against me despite her best efforts to relax. It's fucking heaven.
“Oh yeah, Amory. Your ass is so fucking good. Almost as great as your pussy.” I start pumping into her slowly, because I know that she needs to be eased into this. She moans and clenches her eyes shut for the first few thrusts, but it's not long before I see the familiar pleasure in her expression. “I'm going to fuck your virgin ass and fill it full of my dick juice. Would you like that?” I growl as I pick up the pace, knowing she'll have no objection.
Amory clutches onto the comforter as I pump my cock into her. My balls slap against her pussy with each hard thrust. Soon the room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping together and her pleasure cries.
I reach around her and slide my hands beneath her tits, using them to pull her back against me. She shudders as her body bends, compressing my dick inside of her. I pinch and twist her nipples as I ram into her, and she cries out that she's going to come.
“Fuck yeah, Amory. Come. I want to feel your ass tighten around my dick.”
Goddamn does her body ever get tight when she comes. I sink my teeth into her shoulder, holding her in place to try to steady myself as her muscles milk my dick. It's no use, though. I'm not going to survive her orgasm.
I claw my fingers into her pillowy tits, pounding into her roughly. She's so loud that I wonder if the people in the apartment below us can hear us. That would be fucking hot. Just thinking about it makes come surge up from my balls into her ass. I fill her well, making sure to empty every drop that I have into her. Now she's had my seed in every one of her wet holes. Now I feel like her body truly belongs to me.
I let her breasts go, and she bends forward, exhausted from her orgasm. She writhes back against me, her ass slurping at the remnants left in my dick.
“That's a good girl,” I praise her. “You make sure you get every drop in that greedy ass of yours. I bet your pussy is jealous.”
“It is,” she replies, glancing back at me with a blush on her cheeks.
I let her work my dick until there's nothing left. Then I pull out of her and grab a towel from the bathroom to clean us both off. Once I finish and throw it into the laundry hamper, she crawls onto the bed, splaying her body across it, looking like she's about ready to pass out.
I sit on the edge of the bed beside her and brush a few loose strands of hair away from her face. Her eyes are already closed with sleep. For as dirty as she was only moments ago, she looks like an angel right now. So beautiful. So peaceful. I bend to give her a tender kiss on the cheek. I'm about to crawl into bed beside her when I hear my phone ring.
Silently, I curse as I grab it from the nightstand and fly into the living room to answer it, ticked off at whoever is on the end of the line for disturbing my princess. When I look at the caller ID, there's a knot in my chest as my father's name flashes across. I answer the phone with all of the irritation that I feel inside. “Hello.”
“Ryder.” His voice is strictly business. “I'll be coming to pick up the girl tomorrow. Her parents came up with the money to pay off their debt.”
CHAPTER NINE
AMORY
My eyes flutter open, and I stretch to life, a smile plastered across my face as I think of everything that Ryder and I did last night. It was so hot. Being with him always is. The way he looks at me. The feel of his hands on my body. I just can't seem to get enough of it. And when he told me that he didn't want me doing anything date-like with anyone but him, my heart sailed. I should hate myself for it, but I think I'm beginning to fall for him.
He said nothing about the hoards of stuffed animals that I brought into the loft yesterday—the fact that we really have no place to put them. All he cared about was that I spent the day with another man. He was jealous. That means he likes me. Or at least, he feels some possessiveness over me. I frown at the thought that it's the latter of the two. I want him to like me. I want him to want me to be his girlfriend. It sounds absolutely insane—doesn't even make sense. I'm supposed to be his prisoner—a captive. Yet I've fallen for my keeper, a man who, by all rights, I should loathe.
I roll over and am sad to see his spot on the bed empty. He held me in his arms for most of last night like he never wanted to let me go. I awoke once when he nuzzled his face into my hair. I must have been really tired to miss him getting up.
I crawl out of bed and pull one of his shirts on, wanting to look sexy for him. With any luck, he'll ravage me again before breakfast. I love the way that he's so demanding—the dirty things that he says to me. From anyone else, they would sound wrong or off-putting. Not from him,
though. It's as if his voice demands my full obedience. I never thought I would enjoy serving a man as much as I do him.
I find Ryder in the living room, sitting in his boxers staring at the television. It's not turned on. He's simply gazing at the blank screen, lost in thought.
“Good morning,” I purr as I lean over the side of the sofa, wanting to give him a good view of my breasts. I barely buttoned the shirt enough to cover them, knowing that seeing them would drive him wild.
“Morning.” He glances back at me, sounding morose.
“What's wrong?” My sultry act fades away as I realize he's not happy.
“Go pack your things. You're going home.” He doesn't even look at me as he says it.
“What?” I can hardly believe what I just heard.
“Go get ready. As soon as your ready, Big Jeff will take you home.”
The news should make me feel elated, but there's an odd sickness in the pit of my stomach. Ryder is being so cold towards me, as if it doesn't even matter to him at all. The fact that he won't even look at me makes me feel like a used up toy.
I stand, scowling. The urge to say something bitter is strong, but nothing comes out. I should just be grateful that I'm getting to go home.
I turn from him and go to the room that I stayed in the first night I was here, getting to work packing my things. Briefly, I wonder if I'm supposed to pack all of the clothes that he bought me, but then I decide to leave them. The vast majority of them haven't been worn yet. He can return them and get his money back. If I had any sense, I would stash a few outfits and try to get the cash from them to help my parents, but I'm not a thief. And even though they're mine, I don't want Ryder to feel like I was using him.
I put on the same outfit that I was delivered to him in, sans the stockings that he destroyed. The memory makes a trace of sadness flash through me. Back then, I was scared of him, but I still enjoyed the dirty things that he did to me. I'll never get to experience anything like that again. Not with him, at least. And probably not with anyone else. Most of the boys I've met aren't even a fraction as assertive as Ryder is. It's an odd thing to think, but I'm going to miss this. Going to miss him.
When I finish packing, I carry my duffel bag to the living room. Ryder has moved to the kitchen. He's putting away dishes from the dishwasher, not even acknowledging my presence. I stand with my bag in front of me for several moments, waiting for him to finish up. He seems hellbent on ignoring me, though.
“Well, I'm leaving,” I tell him. “Thanks for the hospitality.”
“Yeah,” he replies coldly, then follows it up with, “Big Jeff is just outside the door. He'll take you back to your parents.”
I want him to say more. Want him to beg me not to leave. Want him to tell me that we can continue seeing each other even after I go back to my parents, but he doesn't. And so, with a heavy heart, I walk out the door and out of his life.
I'm blindfolded again, though I don't really see the point. I could easily find my way back here if I tried. Not that I have any reason to come back.
Somewhere along the way, we make a stop to pick up someone else. Another one of Giovanni Bianchi's goons. I'm admittedly a bit upset that Ryder didn't come with us, but I suppose it's all part of staying out of his father's business. He made it sound like having to keep me wasn't the norm. I wonder why he agreed to do it, then. Maybe because he knew he could fuck me. Or that he would fuck me. That thought makes me frown—makes me wonder if he's 'taken care of' any girls before me. The possibility causes irrational jealousy to snake through me. Was I just one of many? Nothing special to him?
The ride back to my parents' grocery store is filled with solemn silence. At least, on my end it is. Big Jeff seems happy for me. He asks if I'm excited to be getting back to my parents, and I tell him yes. Of course, I am. I miss my parents horribly. But I'm still sad that things are over between Ryder and I. I would not be surprised if I ended up crying over it later tonight when I'm tucked safely away in my bed. I've never liked someone the way that I like him. Lord knows, I'll never tell my parents that, though. For all that they've suffered, it's probably best they think that my living conditions were barely tolerable.
The car lurches to a stop, and I can only guess that we've reached my parents' grocery store. All of the sadness of leaving Ryder is erased at the thought that I'm finally home. While I'm going to miss the amazing sex and being spoiled, this is where I belong. Where I really belong.
Big Jeff sends the other guy in to collect the money before bringing me inside. We wait out in the car while he completes the transaction. It's taking, what seems like, an unusually long time. I hear the sound of raised voices, one of which is clearly my father. My mother cries out, then something crashes to the floor.
I reach up to take my blindfold off to see what's going on, but Big Jeff's booming voice stops me. “Don't you do it. You keep your hands in your lap.” It's the same voice he used when they took me. His thug voice. Cold and threatening. Despite the panic racing through me, it commands my obedience.
My anxiety spikes to the point where I start to hyperventilate. “What's going on?” I choke.
“I don't know. We'll find out when Joey gets back. We can't intervene, though,” he says much more gently. “Calm down. Getting yourself worked up isn't going to solve anything. Take a few deep breaths. Come on. Breathe with me.”
Within seconds, he's the kind guy that I've known these past few days, walking me through breathing exercises to try to calm me. It doesn't work very well, but I play along anyway.
The sound of the car door opening cuts our exercises short. Big Jeff asks the other guy what happened. There's silence for a moment. Then he says, “I had to rough him up. The guy lied about having the money. Can you fucking believe that? Go.”
The engine turns, and I feel the car start forward. The color drains from my face. Why would my father lie about having the money? Surely, he knew the consequences.
“That wasn't very smart,” Big Jeff says what we're all thinking.
“Says he just wanted to see his daughter and make sure she's okay,” the other guy continues. “Cause that's the last time they're going to see her.”
I'm so confused and scared that I'm shaking. What in the hell is going on?
“What do you mean?” Big Jeff asks.
“His wife was just diagnosed with lung cancer. They can't afford to get the girl back. Looks like we're dropping her back off with Ryder until the Don can figure out what he wants to do with her.”
My mother has cancer? Everything else that they say after that is a blur to me. Those few words stab at my heart like an ice pick poking holes in my soul. I try to remember if there were any signs. My mother has had a terrible cough for some while, but she claimed that it was just a cold. There was no more fatigue on her face than normal. Nothing to indicate a major illness.
Desperation to make sure that my parents are alright causes me to think irrationally. I picture myself peeling off the blindfold and jumping out of the moving vehicle. I'm a fast runner. They probably wouldn't be able to catch me if I didn't injure myself in the fall. But they would know where I had gone, and they would find me. There's no scenario that I can come up with where I won't get caught.
We drop the other guy off before returning to the high-rise. The drive is eerily silent. Big Jeff walks me back up to Ryder's loft, and I'm let into the empty space. He must have gone out somewhere. My key is still on the bar where I left it this morning. I place my duffel bag back in the guest bedroom and then sit on the sofa for a few minutes, staring out the window, wondering how bad of a beating my father had to take just for them to catch a glimpse of me. Did they even see me? It wouldn't be fair if they hadn't. Nothing is fair in Giovanni Bianchi's world, though.
I wring my hands together until they feel raw. There's a knock on the door, and I float to it like a ghost, completely forgetting that this isn't my home and I shouldn't be opening the door to strangers. Thankfully, it's not a stranger. Big
Jeff is standing on the other side, his face looking just as grim as mine probably does.
“Do you want to talk?” is the first thing he says.
My heart swells momentarily from his kindness. No one who cares the way that he does should be doing this sort of job. Surely, he could gain good employment somewhere else as a bouncer.
I move away from the door, an indication for him to come in. He takes a step inside apprehensively, perhaps realizing that if Ryder finds him here, there will be hell to pay for it.
“I don't think I want to talk.” I wrap my arms around myself as I return to the sofa. “I just want to see my parents. I don't want to run away. I just want to see them for a little while.” I know that my words are falling on deaf ears. His job is to make sure that I don't run back to them.
I see him check the time on his wristwatch out of my peripheral vision. “Ryder won't be home until late. I can't take you to them. If he comes back early, it has to look like you got away from me. But if you promise to be back within two hours, I won't stop you from going. Otherwise, I'm going to have to say that you got past me while I was off taking a piss. And Ryder won't be happy about it.”
I can't believe what he's saying. I twist around and gape at him for a moment before flying off of the couch and into his arms to give him a hug. He keeps his arms up as if touching me is a sin, though he eventually gives me a gentle pat on the back before prying me off of him. His gaze flicks to the door. “Go.”
I don't wait for him to change his mind. I grab my key from the bar and take off at a jog, wanting to make it out of the building as quickly as possible. My heart races in my chest the entire way to my parents' grocery store. It's not until I get there and see that the parking lot is empty that I feel remotely safe.
When I walk through the door, my mom is picking up candy bars from the display that was knocked over during the scuffle. My father is hunched over the front counter watching her, a slab of frozen meat pressed against his eye.
