by Sam Crescent
“There’s nothing you can do.”
“No. All I need is something round and deep. I can press it against my pussy and plunge it in, tearing away my virginity. That small piece of flesh you value so highly.”
His fingers wrapped around my neck. He pressed down just a bit, giving the hint of what he could do, but he didn’t go tighter. I could still breathe.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Test me. See what I do.”
I screamed as I was suddenly thrown over his shoulder. I was drenched from the ocean. I didn’t go willingly.
Hands clenched into fists once again, I pounded at his back. He slapped my ass, and I just continued to beat on his ass, screaming to make him put me down.
I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me.
I was crazed. On the razor edge of oblivion. Hungry to make him react.
I was tired of being in this rut with him. I was even more tired of being left alone. The island was starting to get to me. I always considered myself a mentally strong person, but everyone had a breaking point. He was forcing mine.
We were in the house as I watched the floor come into view. His foot kicked the door closed, and then we were making our way upstairs. One step, then the other. He wasn’t slowing, and the speed at which he was moving made me feel a little sick.
I didn’t like hanging upside down. The desire to vomit was strong, and it immediately vanished as he dropped me onto the bed.
This time, I didn’t run away. He stepped back and started to loosen his clothing, revealing the expanse of his heavily inked, muscular chest. The pants were next, but I didn’t allow myself the pleasure of watching.
Getting to my feet, I removed the wet dress, followed by my underwear. With my gaze on his, I slid up the bed to lay against the sheets, open, exposed, ready for him. My legs spread for him to see.
My hands clenched against the blanket as he crawled onto the bed.
His cock was long and thick, slightly intimidating as he made his way toward me. He reached out, grabbed my neck, and pulled me in close. His lips slammed down on mine. Our teeth clashed together, and I groaned, gripping his shoulders for something to hold on to as he took full possession of my mouth.
All the other times, Earl had been holding back. This time, he gave me his all, and it was so fucking powerful. I couldn’t stop the feelings swirling in my body.
The control he had was out of this world, and now, I was seeing the true man. The one he kept on a leash.
He held me in place as his other hand dived between my thighs, stroking me. His touch was gentle and rough at the same time.
His lips moved to my neck, and he sank his teeth against the pulse, sucking hard. “You’re going to learn to be careful what you ask for.”
Before I realized what was happening, he had my hands tied at bindings on each corner of the bed. They were soft, but he kept them tight. I couldn’t pull them down. He was settled between my thighs.
He kissed down my body, taking time on each breast. His suction was too strong, verging on pain as he flicked his tongue across each bud, teeth biting down. I’d be marked tomorrow when he was done with me.
All the while, he fingered my pussy. Two, running either side of my clit, getting me nice and wet, ready to be fucked.
I’d started off dry, but now I was aroused. I liked what he was doing to my body. He was waking it up, as if I’d been in a long sleep and now it was time for me to know.
He moved up my body, and the length of him pressed to my core.
I couldn’t touch him. My hands were tied above my head. There was no control. I was at his mercy.
His hand moved down between us. The touch of his cock at my slit. He rubbed himself through my arousal and then the tip of him was at my core.
His eyes were on me.
I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to.
He’d captured me. Held me prisoner. I expected him to stop. To pull away. To leave me wanting.
Earl tensed up and slammed every single inch of his cock deep inside my pussy, tearing through the thin piece of flesh, fucking me to the core.
I couldn’t stop the scream that left me or the way I arched. I knew why he had my hands trapped above my head. He didn’t want me to fight him. I needed to push him off, making him stop.
Only, he wasn’t moving.
His eyes were closed. His jaw clenched. Still.
Tears fell from my eyes. It hurt, really bad. I knew it would. Had no idea it would hurt this bad, but it was gone. My virginity was gone to a man I didn’t even know if I liked half the time.
I held perfectly still. The pain started to ebb. Just the hard feel of his stiff prick inside me. He didn’t go soft.
He cupped my cheek, swiping at the tears, and I stared into his eyes, wondering what the hell I was seeing.
We’re not the same. There was no way we were compatible. He was an asshole of the highest order. I didn’t like him.
And yet, he waited.
The kiss he gave me now wasn’t rough, it didn’t hint at punishment. This was gentle. It was sweet. It was lovemaking.
I didn’t want lovemaking. I wanted fucking.
His hands moved down my body, stroking across each curve, coming to stop at my hips. I couldn’t resist rocking my hips up toward him.
I swallowed down his groan.
Earl tensed up, and slowly, he started to move. Each movement so subtle to start with. A slight thrust. Getting me used to the feel of him.
I moaned his name, and he didn’t stop kissing me.
The pain was completely gone, and I couldn’t keep myself still. So with each thrust inside me, he began to meet me until we were in a steady pace. He pulled out, and I thrust back, ass to the mattress. He pushed back in, I pushed up, meeting him.
Slowly at first, then it turned into a frenzy.
Earl sat up, put his hands on my arms, keeping me down, and then pounded inside me, the headboard hitting the wall.
“Fuck, so fucking tight, so fucking sweet.” He sank his fingers into my hair, taking my mouth once again, and he came, slamming to the hilt within me.
Each pulse of his cock flooded my pussy as he finally spilled inside me.
It was over.
It was done.
I was a virgin no more.
I should be relieved.
Instead, I was terrified. What if he didn’t want me anymore?
****
Earl
I hadn’t left Ashley alone on purpose. My work didn’t allow me the luxury of a lot of time away. I always had to be one step ahead of my enemies, and since fulfilling the dare to Ashley, I’d encountered several problems.
According to the cop I employed, three of the fifteen women had been reported missing again. Their last-known whereabouts put them outside of work. There was always the chance this could happen.
I wasn’t the only trafficker in the industry.
There were a lot of men and even women who used human flesh to make money.
The last shipment of girls had also been delayed because an attack at the docks had resulted in ten girls being taken, and three had been killed.
Not good.
I hadn’t had to deal with this kind of disrespect since I had taken over from my grandfather and people were testing me. A show of strength was needed, and that meant less time on the island. So much so, I hadn’t been back in days.
Upon coming home to find Ashley chin-deep in the ocean with the intention of swimming off, I lost it. With everything she’d caused, if she thought she was getting away from me, she had another thing coming.
I was shocked to see in the short time I’d been away, she’d lost weight. The sparkle in her eyes had dimmed a little. I didn’t like the woman staring back at me. I had to make it stop.
The fire had come back with the threat of taking her own virginity. I wasn’t entirely sure if she’d do it or if she was bluffing.
I hadn’t intended to fuck her while I was so angry
.
With her naked, spread, waiting, her pussy soaking wet, and the weeks apart, I’d needed her.
After taking her, I’d released her arms, and she’d wrapped them around me. Her words were unmistakable even as she muffled them against my chest. “Please don’t leave me here. I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
I was a hard man. I didn’t break easily. I was used to taking what I wanted. Of fucking women and moving onto the next.
She’d broken my heart.
I hadn’t said a word. I picked her up, carried her through to the bathroom, and drew a soothing, salt-filled bath. Once she was inside, I’d returned to the bedroom. The sheets showed the evidence of her virgin state.
Blood mixed with my cum and her arousal.
I hadn’t brought her to orgasm. Even afterward.
After stripping the bed, I kept the sheets, a token, changed them, and returned to the bathroom. I’d joined her in the bath.
All of Ashley’s fight had left her. She’d collapsed against me, and I held her as I washed her body then my own. I’d put her to bed, and now I lay beside her.
I’d already slept for a couple of hours.
Watching her sleep was the pleasure I’d been after.
My marks had appeared on her body. Tiny bruises from my fingers digging into her flesh.
A stray curl lay across her face. Taking it with my finger, I moved it out of the way.
She looked so sweet. So sexy.
I couldn’t help but touch her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, I pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Eyes opened, Ashley smiled at me, and as she did, she gave a little stretch, which then caused her to moan.
I waited for last night to come as a reminder to her. The moment it did, I saw it.
Her eyes went wide. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. The blush coating her cheeks had me wanting me to give her a reason to be a little embarrassed.
“What happens now?” she asked.
It wasn’t a question I expected. “I think it’s time I took you back to the living. The island is getting to you.” I didn’t want to see her chin-deep in the water, or worse, not find her at all. I didn’t expect her to ever try to escape. Her fear of sharks and the ocean kept her here.
I’d been unfair.
“Is this where you leave me?” she asked. “You got what you wanted.”
“Don’t. You freely offered it to me. In fact, you begged me to take it.”
“I was tired of waiting.”
“And do you think one fuck is going to satisfy me?” I pulled the blanket off her body and moved so I sat between her thighs. With her legs wrapped around my body, she couldn’t close them or keep me away.
Pressing my thumbs to her lips, I spread them open and with a groan, looked at her wet cunt. She was turned on. I wondered if I was the cause of her arousal, or if it was something to go with another man? A dream perhaps.
Jealousy struck me hard and fast.
I was a full-grown man. I didn’t feel this way. Not even about an imaginary friend. Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, I focused on her now.
I didn’t have to hold back as I slid two fingers inside her pretty cunt. Newly broken in. My dick was the only one she’d ever feel.
Ashley still thought I was going to let her go. That there was a chance I’d leave her.
She was in for a rude awakening. One taste would never be enough.
Ashley was mine. I wasn’t ever giving her back.
I’d never had someone that was just mine. All of her firsts, all of her memories. Ashley didn’t even have a past boyfriend to compare me to.
She was all fucking mine and if I had to, I’d get it inked all over her skin, property of Earl.
“You only wanted one thing from me.”
“And now I want more.” With two fingers inside her, I pressed my thumb to her clit. She let out a cry, her cunt tightening around my fingers. She enjoyed it.
In and out, I worked her body.
She moaned my name. The sound I was becoming highly addicted to.
“That’s right, Ashley.”
Some of my cum would still be inside her. I cleaned her last night, but I had a lot to spill within her tight walls.
I gripped her ass and tugged her close. Now I used my mouth, tonguing her cunt, slamming inside her.
At first, Ashley started out tense, trying to fight against my touch. With each stroke of my tongue, the fight in her withered away until she was rubbing her pussy against my face, bringing her closer to orgasm.
I waited, leading her to the peak, holding her just there but not letting her go over. Finally, when I knew she couldn’t handle another second, I thrust her over the edge.
Lowering her to the bed, I worked my fingers over her clit, eking out every ounce of her release. At the same time, cock in hand, tip at her entrance, I slammed inside her, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm work their way up my dick.
She felt perfect. Closing my eyes, I allowed each ripple to surround my length until she couldn’t take another moment.
I let go of her clit, gripped her hips, and started to fuck her. Slow strokes at first until they built, going harder and deeper.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I spun us around so she was the one on top. Running my hands up her body, I cupped her tits.
“I don’t know what to do.”
I fingered her nipples, loving the sight of her head tipping back, grinding on me as she lost a little control.
Such a highly addictive sight. I couldn’t resist it.
Grabbing her hips, I showed her what I liked, guiding her over my dick, getting her to set a pace that would suit the two of us.
It didn’t take her long to lead. Working her pussy, bouncing on my cock so I could marvel at the weight of her tits. So heavy.
I cupped them as I groaned, thrusting up to her pussy.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I held her ass and fucked up into her, making her take all of me. I came like that, filling her pussy.
Wrapping my arms around her, I took her back to the bed, stroking the hair out of her face.
“So, what do you think about fucking?” I asked.
The warmth in her cheeks made me question her.
“I love it,” she said. “Can we do it again?”
“We’re not ever going to stop doing it.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ashley
“We’re not ever going to stop doing it.”
I released a scream. I’d been trying to hold it in, but the moment Earl touched me, all thoughts left my body. It didn’t matter that we were in a fancy clothing boutique, or that I was naked, and he pounded into me from behind. His hands on my tits as he drove inside me. All the while, he made me watch him in the mirror.
It had been a week since he’d taken my virginity.
The next day, he’d packed us up, and I realized a few miles from the house, there was a small helipad. That was how he kept coming and going. We were away from his island in a matter of hours.
We stayed in the penthouse he owned in the city. Every day and night, we fucked.
I no longer felt sore, which was insane as all we did was have sex.
Each time I thought it would be the last, only the moment he touched me, I couldn’t resist him.
He’d taken me to a restaurant yesterday, and he’d followed me to the bathroom. Even as people came and went, he had me pinned up against the stall, taking his length. Much like now, only this was far more intense.
The hand at my chest moved up to wrap around my neck.
He pulled me back so his lips were at my neck. “I fucking love how you take me. Your pretty pussy knows what it wants. I’m the only dick it craves.”
I moaned.
“Say my name.”
“Earl.”
“What am I doing to you?”
“Fucking my pussy.”
“That’s right, and who owns this pussy?”
“You d
o.”
He slammed in deep, and I felt wave upon wave of his cum as he came. The veins in his neck seemed to pop out with the restraint he showed.
With the last of his orgasm ebbing away, he laid gentle kisses across my shoulder.
“My cum is going to spill down your thighs the moment I let you go.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I nodded.
“You’re not going to clean it up. I want it to stay there so you remember me.”
As if I could forget him.
Ever since he found me chin-deep in the ocean, he’d been far more attentive. He’d pushed me to the breaking point.
I’d never been so relieved to hear cars and people. Even arguing. The first night back, we’d stood in the elevator as a couple screamed at each other.
I’d lapped it up. Loving the fact people were angry. I still lived.
Earl eased out of my pussy, and his cum spilled down my inner thighs. I pressed them together, thankful I had thighs that met in the middle so it couldn’t go anywhere else.
I changed quickly into my clothes.
Earl grabbed my hand, and we left the stall. He’d picked up the clothes, and I left him to deal with the sales assistant.
He’d been determined to take me shopping. I hated shopping. Clothes were a necessity, but I never got any enjoyment out of it. The truth was, for me, my favorite kind of shopping was at the supermarket, buying food. Lame, I knew.
Within seconds, we were out of the shop. His guards following in front and behind us as we moved along the street. People kept a wide berth, no one daring to come too close.
“Do you ever really get used to this?” I asked. I was so far out of my depth.
“What?”
“This? You know, people not wanting to be near you.”
“It gets easier after a while. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to get used to it. I kept my mouth shut. Neither of us had spoken about our truth-or-dare game, or what happened after.
We found another restaurant to eat at.
I liked the food, but I missed cooking. The past week had been a lot of fun, but I wanted to eat my food.
His guards always took a separate table. If the place was fully booked, people lost their seats. I hated how powerful he was at times. How easy it was for him to move people along as if they didn’t matter.
