by Wyatt, Dani
Angel raises her hands, presses them to my cheeks. I close my eyes. I don’t deserve her love. I don’t deserve her kindness. Not right now. Maybe not ever.
“I did the final walk through myself. There was a break in the fencing, a point where it was tugged away and dug out like someone may have tried to get inside. I walked that building ten fucking times, I swear to God.” I harden at the sound of the words, then shake my head. It’s just excuses, nothing can change the fact that I’m guilty. “I missed something. I failed in my duty. I killed that woman as much as if I’d pointed a gun to her head and pulled the trigger myself.” My throat tightens and my gut grinds over on itself. I have to fight to hold back the shaking in my voice. My eyes are burning but I won’t allow myself to shed the tears. “I should have done more; it was my responsibility. I should have called off the demolition until I could get a team in there to check every corner of the building.” For the first time since that day, I let go of the fight, and the tears spill from my eyes.
My other hand comes up from the security of her softness and I press it against my forehead as if I might be able to wipe away the memories by sheer force alone. Then I press my fingers into my eyes, willing the tears to stop. I don’t deserve them.
I have to take a breath before I can continue. “I gave the all clear. I didn’t press the button, but it was my fault the charges were set off – my moment when the first boom shook the ground. It was then that I caught the movement at one of the doors on the ground floor. Impossible.” I look into her eyes, misty through the tears. “It was impossible; she couldn’t be there. I wanted to stop it, but it was too late. I charged out of the safety shelter anyway, trying to somehow get to her, get her out of there before it all collapsed. But I couldn’t. The building came down and I was too close. I only got as far as the fence before the whole thing tumbled. In my head it was like a house of cards, everything I’d built, everything I was proud of in my life came crashing down. I watched in horror, but I was too close. A piece of concrete came down on my foot, smashing it so badly it had to be removed. I remember thinking it was what I deserved, a constant reminder of my failure to save her.” I look down at my missing foot, the stump. My punishment. “I didn’t want to live any more, but I couldn’t die. I thought God had chosen my punishment, and I had to accept it. Money no longer held any meaning; I just wanted to give it all away. Until I met you.” I can’t meet her eyes. I don’t want to see her disgust. “Then I started to think, maybe, I’d found a way through it.”
“But,” Her eyes are questioning. “Why did she go in there? I mean, it was fenced off and marked off; why would someone go inside?”
I rub my fingers hard between my eyebrows and clear my throat, trying to catch the sob threatening to break free.
“She was a drug addict. She was just looking for a place to be safe for the night maybe. Who knows? Maybe someone was after her, she was scared. I hate that thought. She was trying to find a safe place and I killed her.”
We sit in silence for a few minutes because there’s not much left to say. I know she’s going to leave me. I have to suffer. To make it right, I have to suffer.
But her voice comes out in a warm whisper. “I just got so scared when I read it. I just fet hot and like this was all some sort of joke.” Her fingertips cover her lips before she continues. “This all has happened so fast; I just knew it was too good to be true. I knew I must be an idiot for thinking you would want me. That we could have all this so fast. There had to be something to take it all away from me.”
“I would do anything to change what I did. As God is my witness, I’ll take my punishment, but I never meant to hurt her.”
“I know.” She places her fingertips on my arm. “She would forgive you I think. You need to forgive yourself. It’s so heavy Daddy. I can feel you carrying it around.”
I’ve heard those words before. From Erik, from Cindy. But from her, from my Angel, finally they find their mark. I need to forgive myself, to find the change that will allow me to move on. I nod, tears still streaming down my face. “Thank you.”
“It was just the text message, Magnus. I got scared because I didn’t know the truth. I should have just asked you.”
“Who sent it to you?” Somewhere deep inside I knew someday I would have had to tell her, and it’s my own fault for not coming clean sooner. Then my addled brain clicks into gear and suddenly I know. “Fucker. Eddie, right?”
Angel nods and I lead her by the hand over to one of the massive, chocolate-brown, velvet sofas that overlook the lake behind. I lift her body into my lap, facing me again.
“I got so scared.” Her eyes fall and her hands flutter around her neck until I take them in mine. “I mean.” She looks up at the ceiling and her eyes flood, the salty streams breaking through the dam of her lower lashes to wet her pink cheeks, and my heart cracks. “I don’t really have anyone in this world left. I mean, when I got the text, I thought about who I could call if I was in trouble. Who would come and help me. And there wasn’t really anyone. I have Andrea, and she would want to help, but she doesn’t have a car. I have no family. It just dawned on me that if you were a dangerous person, and you got me up here for some other reason, what would I do? No one would come looking for me. I’m here all alone.”
“You’ll never be alone again.” I hate the fear in her voice, the loneliness. I want to take it all away and give her everything she deserves.
“It all just hit me at once. I mean, this has been so intense and I guess deep down I just don’t think I deserve to be happy. Not this kind of happy. And I feel like maybe there’s something wrong with me for wanting... all this. Like the way we are, you know? Like there is always the other shoe that’s going to drop and when it does, life gets to laugh at me and say, ‘See? Told ya so.’ People like me just don’t get to be happy.”
I squeeze her hands and bring them to my chest. We’re both still naked, and my cock is standing straight up between us, her slick pussy pressing against me. I lean forward and kiss her lips, long and slow, dropping her hands so mine can hold her cheeks.
“You deserve to be happy, Angel, you really do. I felt the same way. I was sure no one would want me. And I’d never really wanted anyone before you. Then that first day I saw you, it was like this whole new part of me opened up, and it scared the shit out of me, Angel. The thoughts I’d had. I thought I was a sick fuck just for the thinking those things. The ways I wanted to treat you and take care of you. The ways I wanted to fuck you.” My heart is thrumming in my chest. I’ve never talked to anyone like this before, told them how I feel. I’m the strong, silent type. And honestly, before Angel I just didn’t have all that many feelings to begin with. Now suddenly they’re back with a vengeance. “You’ve changed me, babygirl. I kept my distance, but only because I couldn’t forgive myself for killing someone. I mean, how do you live with that? How can anyone around me live with that and still trust me? I understand why you were scared, sweet girl. And I’m so sorry.”
“It was a horrible accident. I’m so sorry for you both.” Her sweet face looks at me with such innocence, and I feel how much she needs me to be strong for her.
I need to forgive myself so I can be everything she needs. Because she is my everything.
“I’m starting to forgive myself, babygirl, but only because of you. I have to, so I can be the best Daddy for you. The best lover. The best friend. The best of everything you need.”
She licks her lips, turning her face into my palm and kissing me. The throbbing from my dick is starting to reach my ears as she adjusts her hips forward, leaning harder into my thick erection.
“Daddy...”
That single, sweet word has me by the balls. The words are lost in my clenched throat, and her fingers catch the salty rivers that start down my rough cheeks. Both my hands drop to the pinch of her waist, jerking her body into me like I’m clinging to her for dear life. A wrenching noise leaves my chest as I bury my face into the curve of her neck, trying to f
ind peace there.
As her hands leave my cheeks, they dance over my shoulders and pull me in against her. Her perfect innocence moves me, the way her body melts against me, and I feel the way she accepts me for whatever I am in this moment. How she trusts me when I’m not sure I deserve that trust.
“I’ll tell you what I know,” she whispers into my ear. “I know I’ve never met a more honorable person in my life. I trust you with all of me. For all the days you’ll have me, Daddy. I just know in my heart you are meant for me. We are meant for each other. We are here to fill the other’s empty spaces. To heal the parts that are broken. I’m the soft to your hard. I’m the pink to your black. I’m going to give more than I take. Because I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. I want you in my life. Not for a day, a week or some definable amount of time. I want you in my life. I want you to be my life. Like you are part of me. I don’t know how to explain it, but I’ve never been more sure of anything. I’m your babygirl, Daddy.”
I’m not sure she knows how deeply her words carve into my heart. They resonate in a part of me long forgotten, a deep, buried part of my being that needs to possess and care for her, that needs her to give herself to me completely. Suddenly, I know what forever feels like. It’s inside each moment.
Like now. I could live right here. Even with the clutching pain in my chest, I want this. I never want her apart from me, because we belong to each other.
“If you trust me, then hold on, because I’m about to show you just how I’m going to love you for the rest of your life.”
My teeth find the softest flesh at the bottom of her neck, making her gasp. At the same time, a flash of heat comes from between her legs, radiating out onto my already painfully thick erection.
“Make me yours, Daddy.”
My four favorite words.
Our whispers turn to fire on our lips, meeting, melding and merging us into one. I’m on my feet, her ankles like a belt around my waist as I carry her. She’s going to see just how deep I value what she gives me.
Chapter Fifteen
MAGNUS
“Did you always want me?” Angel’s words grab at my heart and twist. Her innocence needs to be cherished. It feeds the power hungry beast inside me.
“Yes, baby. From the first moment.” My dick is weeping as I draw her body to me, my mouth taking a full bite at her lush tit. Her hands come up to each side so that she can feed it to me.
Something spins inside of me, like a flame growing in intensity. I can feel her there. Our connection isn’t just physical, but something I’d only thought existed in books and songs.
Together, we release pent up breaths. She’s the only one that can extinguish the blaze inside of me; there’s no point trying to veil the sexual beast she’s unleashed. I draw her tight nipple between my teeth, applying pressure until I hear her hiss and suck in a breath, my nose pulling upward to meet my lowering brow. I hold her there, just at the edge of it, pulling my lips back so she can see her hard peak held steady between my teeth.
I’m hypnotized by this sweet angel. She’s erased every memory of what came before. My life exists in two halves now. Everything that came before her, and now what will come after. And after is the only part that seems to matter to me now.
“That feels so good.” Her tiny voice shakes as she watches my face. Seeing her offering herself to me like this is the realization of every dream I’ve ever had. Every jack-off session filled with my hopes and dreams that she would be this for me. She’s mine, right now, mine to have and hold. To own and cherish and fuck and teach and bite and caress. All of it. I used to chant it, over and over, the thoughts in my head.
When she’s mine...
With a sweep of one arm, a flex of my legs, I’m on my feet, heaving her upward and spinning in motion to the first flat surface I see.
I pin her against the wall, pressing her body flat with my weight, forgetting the loss of my limb. She’s my doll, lifted so her thighs rest on my shoulders, level with me so I’m staring down her sweet drenched cunt. This is my church. My home. My world.
“Look at me, princess,” I speak as I draw in the deepest breath I can. My nostrils light on fire as her scent cascades through me, lighting me up.
Her hands come to rest on the sides of my head, and I see the shock in her eyes, the wonder that I’m able to hold her here, high against the wall as my fingertips dig into the soft flesh of her ass. But she’s as secure as though she were belted into a harness. I’ll never let her fall. Her eyes finally rest on mine as her face softens and she accepts that she is safe in my grasp.
“I haven’t felt anything in so long, babygirl. You are my world now. I don’t think I could go on if you were gone. So I’m never going to let that happen. I just need you to know that. Don’t even try, because I won’t allow it.” She whimpers as my grip tightens. “I’ll find you, and I’ll bring you home. Every time. I’m your home now, and you’re mine.”
Her pussy lips glisten and I bury my face between her legs. My tongue extends as far as it will go, and I feel the walls of her cunt clutch around it, shaking my face violently back and forth, desperate to get her all over me. I want to wear her around, twenty-four hours a day, and have her wear my cum in the same way. Whenever she goes out of this house, whenever she will be away from me, she will be marked. My scent will be all over her, so any other fuck that even thinks of looking her way will pick up on my scent and know she’s mine.
Growls and grunts surface from somewhere in my gut as her thighs shake next to my cheeks and I hear her laugh. The rasp of my beard makes the tender flesh pink and sensitive as I attack her and eat her, like I’m a Roman at a feast. Decadent, entitled and without remorse.
She cums as I suck and clip my teeth on her hard nub. She spasms and her fingernails score the sides of my head through my hair, and I just love wearing her marks. Her heels kick into my upper back, making my breath come in bursts.
I grunt into her pink heat. “Get those hands down here and open this up for me. Hold those lips spread wide; I want it open.” My need for her to be vulnerable and exposed, totally at my command, clenches in my gut.
She releases my head, and her quivering fingers come down to pinch at her soaking labia, peeling herself apart for my pleasure. My tongue goes on the offensive, her clit is my prey.
I’ll never be able to live without her again, I know that. I’m teetering on the brink of danger. I need her on me. Her hands, her mouth, her cunt, her ass. I suck and lap until her body draws tight and her liquid arousal is running down and soaking her ass-cheeks, covering my hands as they hold her tight. I twist my giant palms so my thumbs wipe up some of her self-made lubrication on their way to spread her lush cheeks from below.
She lets out a series of rapid gasps as I lift her even higher, placing my hands so each thumb is at the tight opening of her ass. I slip them higher, applying pressure there so she knows what’s happening, what’s coming next. Tiny mewls and whimpers fall from her lips and she jerks upward, planting herself firmly on my face.
I draw back, my beard and face already drenched with her. Her body glistens with sweat and need, giving her face a twist of sweet agony. “You want it, babygirl?”
“Please, Daddy, don’t stop.”
“You want this?” My thumbs press upward another half inch, her dark hole yielding to the pressure. Her eyes go wide and her head falls back, curving her neck until she is resting against the wall. I push, applying more pressure, and I’m almost inside, but I need to hear her beg. I need to know how much she wants it. How much she wants me. Always.
“Yes. I think I do.”
I press my mouth forward, flicking my tongue back and forth, watching how hard it is for her to hold herself open for me right now. I don’t know why, but I love to see her struggle like this. I want to be her sexual master, to push her to do things that make her blush and shy.
The gasps turn to nods of her head. “Yes, I want it. Daddy, I want it.”
“Want what,
Angel?” My thumbs are so close to popping inside her ass, I can already feel her clenching and releasing, the anticipation making her lower lip quiver. I suck her clit and swallow the river that comes out of her.
“What you’re doing... back there.” She wiggles her ass in my hands and I slowly glide inside.
“You want me in your ass, don’t you? Next you want Daddy’s cock in here, yes? Tell Daddy you’ll never say ‘no’ to him. You’ll never deny me anything.” I freeze, waiting for her to answer, the pain in my cock almost more than I can take. Holding back my own climax has wrecking balls slamming around inside my head, threatening to burst my brain. “Tell me, or you won’t get to cum, babygirl, and I know you need that. Daddy knows. He always knows.”
“Please, don’t stop. Yes, yes.” A clutching sob quivers her breasts and her body is on fire. “I want your hands on me. Always. Everywhere. I’ll never say ‘no’ to you. Never. Please, I need to cum.”
“Good girl. You’re here for my pleasure and mine only. I plan on fucking you straight into forever, baby.”
Nothing could stop me right now. The world could be on fire and I’d fucking let it burn while I give her what she needs. I shove my slick fingers into her tight hole as my mouth ravages her, like I’m a marauder hell bent on claiming what’s his. I pump upward and into her, only a few times, working her cunt with my mouth, and she sprays my face with a release so powerful her body goes limp, melting in a vibrant explosion of sounds that will forever be part of the symphony playing over and over in my dreams.
I gulp down her juice, the liquid running like lava in my blood, heading down, down into my dick until I cum all over myself. I don’t hold it back. I want it inside her –that’s where it should be– but this is too much. Holding her onto me like this, it’s a battle I can’t win. My cum sprays, hot and thick, up into the air between my body and the wall. When it comes back down, it catches on me and cascades down my shaft and my balls, dripping onto the floor.
