by J. L. Beck
“You thought wrong…” I pounced, gripping her by the arm and pulling her over to the vanity in front of the mirror. “Put both your hands against the vanity and don’t move them. If you do, I won’t let you cum.” She bit her lip and nodded her head yes in understanding. Pressing a hand to her back, I bent her over the vanity, my mind going a million miles an hour while I tried to figure out what the hell it was that I was doing.
I lifted the back of my shirt and examined her plump ass. It was creamy white and would look good with a few pink welts across it. I smirked in the mirror, knowing exactly what I was going to do to the little lamb that had been caught in the lion’s den.
“Has anyone ever fucked this before…?” I questioned, one of my fingers slipping down her ass cheek and in the direction of her puckered asshole. I might not be able to handle taking her virginity when it came to her pussy, but her asshole, well, that was another story.
“No, Fox…” The fact that she said my name instead of Master infuriated me, so I lifted my palm and landed a hard slap against her right ass cheek. A shriek of pain slipped from her lips as I soothed the pain away with the same hand I delivered it with. She would soon understand that my kindness only went so far.
“Master, lamb. You call me Master. I am your owner. You belong to me. You may have gotten away with calling me Fox last night, but you don’t know me well enough to do that just yet…”
I caressed her ass cheek once more before spanking her again, but this time on the left ass cheek. Except this time something was different, she was ready for my touch. Her finger nails scraped against the vanity as she arched against my hard cock. A breathy moan fell from her lips as I massaged the pain away and spanked the other cheek.
“Oh God…” she panted, her ass grinding against my groin harder than it ever had. She was dripping wet with need and I refused to let her cum.
“You cum when I say, little lamb. Do you hear me?” I growled against her ear, as my finger slipped down to her hot cunt. I dipped two fingers inside her, testing to see how wet she was for me.
“I’m dripping for you, Master.” My eyes met her lustful gaze in the mirror, her big beautiful brown eyes were begging me to take her, to bend her to my will until she was shaped into exactly what I wanted.
“Bend over more. I want your chest horizontal with the vanity.” She did as she was instructed almost immediately while I licked my lips, for I was about the feast on the most delicious pussy in all the world.
“Please fuck me…” she begged me, as I pumped the two fingers I had inserted deep inside her cunt hard. She was whimpering mess, and right on the edge of cumming when I pulled all the way out of her, swirling her wetness on my fingers and trailing it up to her tight asshole.
“I’m going to make you cum so hard your legs will shake, and no one, and I do mean no one, will ever live up to this orgasm that I give you…” My cock pulsed, begging me to slide into her balls deep, but I refrained, knowing that this was for her. My little lamb.
With her wetness against my fingers, I slipped my pinky into her butthole, a shriek of pleasure and maybe even pain erupted from deep within her chest.
“Breathe, little lamb…” I spoke softly against her ear, placing an encouraging kiss there as well. I could hear her exhale and then inhale as I worked the tight little hole. Before either of us realized it, she was moaning deeply, her body lifting as she leaned her back against my chest. I worked a second finger deep inside her ass once I knew she was ready. As soon as I started pumping in and out of her with the two fingers, I brought my other hand around to the front of her, so that I could pay some special attention to her clit.
With two fingers pumping in and out of her asshole and my other hand strumming against her clit, I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before her eyes were rolling in the back of her head.
“It’s too much… Too much…” She squirmed and I held her tighter against my chest, refusing to let her pass up this orgasm. Her legs buckled, and her body shook as her asshole squeezed my fingers tightly, almost pushing me out.
“Cum, little lamb, cum like my cock is eight inches deep in you. Cum like you never have before…” I envied my fingers once again because, not once, but twice they had been in virgin territory, a place I desired to go to more than anything with Raven. Her body shuddered against mine and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She looked so fucking pure and perfect as she fell apart. Like nothing could taint that angelic light she emitted.
She collapsed in my arms moments later, a pleasured sigh the only thing that left her lips. As I held her, her eyes half shut and her shallow breaths filling the room, I realized that there was a chance that I could be falling for this woman.
A woman I knew nothing about, a woman that had somehow weaseled her way under my skin in a matter of seconds of meeting me.
The desire to know more about her was overwhelming. What was her favorite color? Did she drink coffee? Or like flowers? The questions kept coming, each one slamming into my gut harder than the last. When I finally placed her fragile body in the bed we shared, I was gasping for air.
I needed to find a way to let go of the feeling I had. I needed to talk to Seth, and I needed to do so right now. With Raven nearly asleep, I got dressed and slipped from the bedroom wondering if, when I came back to this room, I would be the same man.
Chapter Six
Seth
Patience. Most would say I had none, and those that did, well, they were right. If I asked to have something done in a timely manner and the job wasn’t finished, you can bet your ass someone was going to be a hurting unit for not following through.
Which explained why Tony was now on the ground holding his knee against his chest, tears of pain streaming down his cheeks.
Pussy. Men didn’t cry over pain. They cried for death… or loss, but never pain. Pain was weakness leaving the body and this man, Tony, he reeked of weakness.
“I asked you a week ago for answers, Tony. Answers I know you have. You knew the girl. You knew what she needed the money for and yet you hide the very simple information from me.” I stood, the crowbar weighing heavily in my hands. I had promised my brother answers and I never let my family down.
“Okay, okay, okay. She begged me to keep it a secret and since she was doing it from the kindness of her heart for someone she loved, I promised I would…” I narrowed my eyes, it all suddenly coming to me.
“You mean to tell me she sold herself for money, not for herself, but for someone she loves?” I gestured for one of my men to pick up the pitiful excuse of a man off the floor so I could look him in the eyes.
“Yes, Sir… She did it to save her mother. I do not know the details, Sir, just that she needed the money for things at home.” I rubbed a hand a long my jaw. It made sense, but it also meant I still needed to do some digging and, honestly, I hated having to dig in more than one place.
“You know more… I’m sure of it,” I hissed out, raising the crowbar and landing a hard blow against the asshole’s injured knees. A sob ripped from his throat as he sagged against my guard.
“Fuck…” He started to breathe hard. Didn’t he realize by now that I wasn’t a man to be messed with? If you lied to me I would bury you six feet under.
“I will give you one more chance, Tony… Who is her mother? I want names.” I licked my lips in anticipation of spilling this asshole’s blood.
“Alright, her name is Grace. That’s all I know. I swear.” I looked him straight in the eyes and knew that he was being truthful. Now that I had a lead I needed to dig deep into my bank account so that I could get the rest of the information I needed.
“Good…” I held the crowbar underneath his chin and looked him square in the eyes. “Lie to me again, Tony, and I will set this entire establishment on fire, with you and your entire family inside it. Do you understand me, fuckhead?” My tone was condescending, but I was anything but joking. I would rip the fucker to shreds if he withheld information from me a
gain.
Lifting the crowbar in the air, I landed a blow to the side of the asshole’s head, his body going limp in my guard’s arms.
“Let him go,” I ordered, and my guard dropped him like he was a burning piece of wood. Frustration settled into my bones. Grace… The name bounced around inside my head longer than it should have.
That name… Grace Miller. I had heard it somewhere before. I closed my eyes, trying to jog a memory from somewhere deep in the confines of my dark mind. I walked out of the underground nightclub and to my SUV that was parked outside waiting for me.
I pulled out my iPhone and opened the secure background checking app I used nearly every day. I typed in Grace’s name and the small amount of information I had on her, including date of birth and middle name, which I got from Tony, and watched as the search engine made its decision.
“Bingo,” I spoke out loud, as her name and photo popped up. My hands shook as I read through the information given, her employment and home address. For fuck’s sakes the woman had worked for my father for nearly twenty years. Yet she was sick, and obviously poor enough that her daughter felt the need to sell her virginity to some piece of shit like my brother.
“Where would you like to go, Mr. Smith?” Kalob, my driver, asked, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. I had a decision to make. I could either go talk to my brother and relay the information to him, or I could go talk to my father on my own and better our odds of getting the answers we needed.
I tapped two fingers against my chin, thinking for a fraction of second before answering him. “Take me back to the mansion, but through the back entrance, please. I need to talk to my father alone.” Kalob nodded his head in understanding and put the SUV in drive.
I scanned my phone screen once again, wondering what the hell had happened that caused Grace to quit her job? Had my father fired her for being sick? She could’ve taken time off. I didn’t care about many things but those that had cancer being treated like garbage made my blood boil. Those people were already going through something hard and making things worse for them didn’t seem fair to me. My teeth ground together, a memory of my own mother hitting me in the chest.
“You need to be a big boy, Seth. Take care of your brother, and keep your daddy in line for me.” I couldn’t even look at her, my eyes were swollen with tears and my hands were shaking as I held her weak one in mine.
“I’m not ready to let go of you yet…” I would do anything to keep her here with me, if only for a few more days.
She cupped my cheek, her blue eyes, eyes that used to be filled with so much life, piercing my own. “You aren’t letting go of me, sweetheart. I’ll always be here in spirit, in your heart and mind. I will never leave you son. Never.” My eyes darted to Fox’s. He understood what was happening but didn’t get the consequences. Mom was dying and there wasn’t anything that either of us could do to stop it.
“Let’s go boys, your mother needs her rest.” I blinked away the tears that wanted to fall from my eyes when my father called to us. I released my mother’s fragile hand and gave her one last once over.
It wouldn’t be long before she was a piece of the Earth beneath our feet and I would be forced to watch over my little brother. I grabbed Fox by the hand and pulled him in the direction of the door.
“Remember boys… I’ll always be here.” Those were my mother’s final words to my brother and I. I tried to remember her in my mind with a warm vibrant smile, and bright blue glittering eyes, but I never could. All I could remember was her weak body and frail smile, and how she was so close to death that it terrified me to lose her.
“Were here, Sir…” My driver’s voice pulled me from the sad memory of my mother. It had been years since I last thought of her and I didn’t like that my father’s actions were sparking these shit memories of her.
“Thank you, Kalob. Go around and park in the garage,” I ordered, as I slipped out of the backseat, putting my phone in the front pocket of my suit jacket. Daddy dearest would pay for the things that he had done to the innocent. He may lie, and claim he didn’t know, but that background check I just ran proved otherwise. Even if he didn’t know she had cancer, someone did, and that someone would pay dearly.
Chapter Seven
Raven
The days ticked by, and the longer my hymen was still in place, the more I worried that I would never get out of this mansion. My mother needed me, and I needed to see her, just to make sure she was still alive.
“Little lamb, little lamb, let me in…” A knock sounded on the door and I pulled my legs up to my chest, nervous butterflies fluttering in my belly as he stepped into the room. It had taken a week, but he had finally allowed me to order some clothing of my own. Yoga pants, and shirts were a Godsend when you had nothing of your own in your possession.
“Yes, Master?” I ground my teeth together. Calling him master annoyed me to all hell. I didn’t like it, not one bit.
He smirked, and the smile met his eyes showing me his approval that I remembered to address him the way he wanted me to.
“I have a present for you… Something that I want you to wear when we go out together today…” I could feel my pulse jump into my throat, my pussy already growing wet from the anticipation. This man, though dark and despicable, owned my body, he knew exactly what I needed and when I needed it.
“We’re going out today?” I asked, ignoring the other part of his comment. I couldn’t think about the surprise he had for me because, if I did, I would be throbbing with need, a need that I didn’t know if he would actually fulfill.
He licked his lips, his dark eyes growing darker, if that was even possible. “Though I love seeing your beautiful ass in those tight yoga pants, I need you to slip them off for a moment and bend over real nice for me.” It was his turn to ignore my question. I moved off the bed slowly, my movements drawn out, as I questioned if I could make a run for the door.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see his surprise, because I did, oh man did I fucking want to see it, but I knew it would make me want him more. It would make me crave his touch more, and I couldn’t handle knowing what I was leaving behind when I finally did escape this place.
I made a beeline for the door he had just come through. There was a chance I could get out the door before his hand could reach me, and I wanted to take that chance. Throwing caution to the wind, I shoved the consequences of not listening to him out the window and ran, my fingers grasping onto the wooden door.
I was almost there, almost out of the room.
My movements were stalled as Fox’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his chest.
“Don’t you know that running gets you nowhere, lamb? If you run, I chase, and when I catch you, you will have wished that I had killed you. For the things that I will do to your beautiful body will have you begging for death.” A shudder ran down my spine as he slammed me down on the mattress stomach first. My fingers dug into the sheets as I tried to scurry away from him, my legs kicking any appendage that they landed on.
“I hate you…” Tears burned behind my eyes. Tears I refused to shed for a man like Fox. A man who didn’t deserve to know he was breaking me.
“Good.” I could hear the smile in his words, the smile that probably pulled at his lips. Before I realized what was happening, Fox had both my hands above my head as he held them together tightly, his large frame pinning me to bed. I could barely get air into my lungs as he forced me further into the mattress.
I could feel a soft material wrapping around my wrists, and no matter how much I tried to pull my hands apart, Fox tightened the material until I couldn’t move my wrists at all, not even wiggle them.
“There. That should hold the bucking bronco inside of you while I give you your gift.” I squirmed against the sheets, my body wanting to give in to whatever it was that Fox wanted.
“Please don’t do this…” I begged, worried that the time had actually come for him to claim my virginity. I had been wai
ting for this moment for over a week, yet I wasn’t ready for it to happen.
“Oh sweetness, your pussy is safe from my cock… for now…” My body sagged against the sheets with relief. That meant he was after only one other thing… my ass.
Knowing that I would enjoy the pleasure he could give me, and hoping that if I complied now he wouldn’t punish me, I spoke.
“I will do as you ask of me, Master. Please don’t punish me,” I pleaded, feeling his weight lift off of me as I spoke. My back lifted, and I arched for him, my body already craving his touch.
“Good little lamb…” he whispered into my ear, as he stroked my ass cheek with his hand. I could feel what I assumed was a rubber dildo tracing the seam of my ass.
“What is that...?” I groaned loudly, trying to rub my ass against the hard but flexible end of the object.
“A butt plug, little lamb, and I promise you, if you thought my fingers could bring you to your knees, this will do far worse…” My pussy throbbed at the image. Fox moved the object from my ass, and down to my clit, circling the tight bundle of nerves until I was shaking with need.
Once he knew I was on the verge of cumming, he squirted what I could only assume was lube along my ass crack, the cold gel causing my nipples to rub against the thin material of my shirt turning me on more.
“Arch that back. I want your pussy and asshole on full display, lamb.” I squeezed my eyes shut, ready but also scared of the unknown. Fox used his hands to spread my legs further apart and the massaged my asshole, his pinky slipping into the tight opening without warning.
“Oh God. Oh God.” I was cumming just from the insertion of his finger. My asshole squeezing tightly around his finger while the muscles in my pussy convulsed.
“Get ready for it…” Fox growled, arousal lacing his words. I gripped the sheets tightly and waited. My body vibrated, as post orgasmic waves slammed into me over and over again.
