Wearing Him Down

by Jessa Kane

  “Sienna,” he rasps above me. “My Sienna.” I free my wrists from his grasp so I can caress his face, but I pause when I notice the hunger still hasn’t faded from his eyes. “Christ, look what you do to me. I’m still hard, princess.” Without warning, I’m flipped onto my stomach and yanked up onto my hands and knees. His front curves over my back and I luxuriate in the feeling of his mouth kissing my neck, my ear. “I love you. Jesus, I love you so much,” he breathes into my hair. “Please forgive me for fucking the virginity out of you, princess. It won’t always be like this.”

  I toss my hair back and give him an innocent look over my shoulder. “But I love the way you fuck me, Daddy.”

  “My God,” he grinds out, ramming his stiffness inside me, hard enough to lever me off the bed several inches. “I’m going to give you everything, Sienna. You already have me. My heart, my soul, my devotion until the end of time.”

  “You have all of me, too, Grant,” I whisper. “I love you so much.”

  “Thank God for that.” He starts to thrust, hard enough to make my breasts slap together. “Now. Cheek to the mattress, little girl. It’s going to be a long night.”

  EPILOGUE

  The next day

  I’m in heaven.

  When I wake up the morning after Grant asks me to be his wife, we’re already on his jet on our way to my private island. I yawn into his chest and he strokes my hair, calling to the flight attendant to bring me a mug of hot chocolate. I’m straddling Grant, covered in a cashmere blanket, my knees brushing the heated leather seat beneath us.

  Reality rushes in all at once. “Oh!” I sit up and the blanket falls away, revealing my naked body. Grant peruses me with an obsessive ownership that makes me shiver, but even in my excitement, I can’t shake my sudden worry. “What about finishing school? I haven’t completed the term yet. There are tests a-and…”

  His laugh sounds more like a rasp. “Sienna, you’ll go back whenever you damn well feel like it. It was built with your happiness and safety in mind. It would cease to exist without you.” He plays with a lock of my hair, studying it like a precious artifact. “As would I, princess.”

  “Grant,” I breathe, nestling closer and feeling his hard length prod my bare womanhood through his pants. “You don’t have to spoil me to keep me. I’m yours.”

  “Yes, you are. And that means I will spoil you as much and as often as I damn well please. Don’t take that honor away from me.” He snags my hips and rolls my lower body against his, groaning heartily in his throat. The flight attendant sets down my mug of hot chocolate on a side table and having forgotten her presence, I rush to cover my nudity, but Grant stops me. “Our staff has been briefed on what to expect and what’s expected of them. If they walk through our home and find me pounding your tight cunt on the floor—or hear you screaming daddy harder please from our bedroom—they will continue their duties without batting an eyelash. Your pleasure has no boundaries in our world.”

  “Our world is crazy,” I whisper, making him laugh.

  He caresses my face adoringly. “I keep forgetting you’ve only been aware of my utter obsession with you for less than twenty-four hours. I’m afraid it’s not going to get any less overwhelming, considering we’re on our way to explore the private island I’ve spent the year building for you.”

  He’s not wrong.

  Moments later, we’re flying over the most enchanting place I’ve ever seen—and that includes in movies and on the internet. It’s lush and tropical, bordered by white sand beaches and cerulean ocean water. I’m still catching my breath when we land and Grant carries me off the plane, cradled tightly to his chest. I was able to throw on one of my new thong bikinis in the jet bathroom and I’m grateful for my abbreviated attire when I step into the drenching sunlight because my skin is able to soak up every glorious ray of perfection.

  “Oh Grant,” I breathe several minutes later when a white limousine drops us off outside of a luxurious mansion. The grounds stretch further than my eyes can see. A massive stone fountain spouts water in honor of our arrival, native birds chirping and cawing from the palm trees. The ocean crashes in the distance and I run laughing from one end of the veritable palace to the other trying to reach the ocean view, but I’m constantly distracted by all the wondrous personal touches throughout. My initials—or my future initials, rather—are carved into the sweeping fireplace, portraits and paintings of me are framed on every surface, every wall, and unlike Grant’s penthouse, there is color everywhere! Pinks and greens and golds. “I love it,” I squeal, dashing out onto the balcony just off the grandest living room known to man. “We need more pictures of you, though—”

  I cut myself off with a gasp when I finally see what awaits me below on the beach. Wow. The ocean goes on and on forever, blue and bottomless and breathtaking. But it’s not what makes my heart pound. No…there are candles everywhere. They stretch up and down the beach endlessly, flickering and glowing in the fading daylight. A long, white satin runner cuts through them on the sand, leading to a beautiful arched trellis covered in tropical flowers of every color. A preacher stands beneath it with a bible in his hands, waiting with a patient smile.

  “I can’t live another minute without having you as my wife, Sienna,” Grant growls in my ear, drawing my back against his hard chest. “You’re the only thing in this world I will ever love. Let me call you mine so I can begin laying the world at your feet.”

  Turning, I go up on my toes and kiss his lips. “I love you, Grant. And just watch, I’m going to lay the world at your feet, too,” I murmur. “Now let’s go get married.”

  Grant

  Five Years Later

  What word is stronger than obsession?

  If one exists, it describes how I feel about my wife.

  I’m a man on the verge of cracking down the middle at the mere suggestion of her pain. I worship and adore her…violently. Of course that violence would never cause my Sienna harm—I’d drive a stake through my heart first—but the violence collides inside me with the fiercest of love, possession and fear of losing her until I spend my every waking moment shaken.

  Yes, this love for my wife never stops leaving me shaken.

  True to her word, she has laid the world at my feet. Given me a child, her love and loyalty. Happiness that knows no bounds.

  I lean in close to watch her on one of my office monitors now, cataloguing the graceful way she moves on the screen. She’s dancing from room to room of our penthouse like a sweet, little ballerina, well aware she’s being watched like a hawk. Well aware I’m salivating over her sweet backside and high, round tits, my cock hard with the need to be inside of her. Sienna arrives late for our playtime purposefully on occasion, as she’s apparently going to do this afternoon, and she knows it drives me to the brink of madness.

  I allow it.

  I allow it because my young wife has been very understanding about my protective nature where she’s concerned and what it leads me to do. Such as locking her away from the world so only I have access to her beauty. Her heart. They’re mine and I’m a miser with them. If she leaves the safety of our home, she does it with an army of bodyguards and even then, I’m a wreck until she’s inside again, safe from harm.

  I run my fingertip along the screen, tracing it down the line of her back. “Come to me now, princess.”

  As if Sienna hears me, she takes one final peek inside our son’s room to make sure he’s napping and exchanges a few words with the nanny. And then she’s on her way to me at the office. Where I wait like a prisoner about to be released from solitary confinement. One touch from my wife and I’ll be able to breathe and think again. She’s sunshine in a world of nighttime. I need her as surely as I need the blood in my veins and oxygen in my lungs.

  As usual, when she’s traveling the eight blocks from our home to my office, I’m on edge, watching her being shuffled by bodyguards into the SUV, bracing during the short ride for some unforeseen force to take her from me. I don’t relax unt
il she’s inside my private elevator and smiling up at the camera, giving me a little pinky wave.

  God, my love for her could crush me in its intensity. It’s alive and it never stops expanding. I do everything in my power to make her happy. Her happiness is what fuels me. After she was given the island, I didn’t stop there. I’ve erected buildings in her name, I’ve purchased her a private park in the middle of the city with ten-foot-high wrought iron gates around the perimeter. I’ve drenched her in diamonds. I know what I give is enough for Sienna, but it’s never enough for me. She will have everything.

  The private door of my elevator opens soundlessly and there she is—my reason for breathing. She’s in a short, pink sundress and her favorite white Mary Janes. Immediately, I know what kind of mood she’s in because she’s twirling a lock of hair around her finger and twisting side to side. She needs her Daddy and my dick throbs in anticipation.

  Originally, one of the reasons I sent Sienna to finishing school was to have her instructed in the ways of being a society wife. My society wife. How laughable those intentions were. After we returned from our first trip to the island, I held a gala to introduce my new wife to the world. I wanted her to know how proud I am to be her husband. But all those eyes on my Sienna snapped something inside of me and I ended up dragging her to the closest dark room and fucking her roughly against the door, snarling at her for being so goddamn beautiful. Galas and formal functions have been few and far between since then, so the skills she learned at finishing school have not been put to the test often.

  Society wife she is not—thank God.

  But she is my little girl, through and through.

  Sienna walks to me now where I sit at my desk, coming around the edge slowly, shyly, still twirling that hair around her finger. “Sorry for being late, Daddy.”

  “Are you?” I pat my knee. “How sorry?” She perches herself on my thigh and the heat of her pussy makes my teeth clench. Fuck, she’s always ready. Even in the middle of the night when I mount her in a fit of hunger, her cunt is always drenched, as if she’s been dreaming of me. “Did you fall asleep?”

  We both know very well she didn’t fall asleep, but the games between us are not only natural for me and Sienna, they’re what we need. We fall into our roles effortlessly.

  “Yes,” she whispers, eyes downcast.

  I brush her hair back, letting my fingertips trail down her smooth neck. “Did you have the pillow stuffed between your thighs again?”

  More color suffuses her face and she nods.

  “Did you try to fuck the pillow, princess?”

  “Daddy,” she gasps. “No!”

  “You don’t have to lie to me,” I say, resting my hand on her thigh and letting it slowly travel beneath her dress, higher and higher. “I think it’s time I showed you what your body is asking for when you rub your pussy against the pillow.”

  When I hook a finger in her panties and drag them down her legs, her tits rise and fall faster. “What are you doing?”

  “Shhh.” I glance toward the door. “You don’t want everyone knowing you’ve been grinding on your pillow, do you? And that Daddy has to show you why?”

  Her headshake is vigorous. “No.”

  “Good girl.” I stand and settle her backside on the desk, unzipping my pants and guiding my cock out. It jerks in my hands when she gasps, reacting like she’s never seen it before, cream beading on the tip and dripping onto her dress. “Pull the top of your dress down, princess.”

  Her fingers hesitate on the bodice. “But…why?”

  Briefly letting go of my cock, I cover her hand with mine and we pull the material down together, popping her gorgeous tits free. “They excite me, little girl. That’s why.” I take hold of my shaft again and position it against the snug hole between her thighs. “And this is what happens when Daddy gets excited. Isn’t that nice?” I grit my teeth and push a few inches inside of her, using my free arm to capture and steady her when she pretends to scramble away. “No, no, princess. Let it happen. You did this. You knew I was watching from my camera above your bed. Watching your little, bare butt cheeks pumping up and back on the pillow. Now it’s time you learn to ride me instead.”

  She shoves at my shoulders. “But…b-but you’re inside me—”

  I cut her off with a hard kiss, stroking my tongue against hers until she stops struggling. “Doesn’t it feel good, though?” I whisper, pushing the rest of my cock deeper inside of her until she’s whimpering into my neck, her legs trembling. “Let it feel good, princess.”

  My desk rocks under my next three pumps and she starts to moan, hesitantly at first and then with abandon, her thighs lifting to lock around my hips. “Oh. Daddy.”

  I fall back into my leather wingback, bringing Sienna with me. My fingertips dig into the arms of the chair while I watch my beloved ride me. The city is spread out behind me, reflected back in her eyes and I vow to give her every single square inch of it, as surely as she’s conquered every single square inch of my heart.

  THE END

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