by R. R. Banks
His tongue went deeper inside my mouth. I moaned, he growled. He swept me into his arms and carried me out of the living room. Up the marble staircase. He didn’t stop until we were together in his room.
He threw me on the bed. I moaned as he climbed on top of me. “I can’t stop thinking about how deep your pussy feels. I crave you.”
My insides melted as he spoke. He removed my shirt first, taking in the lacy bra I wore. He cupped my breasts in each hand as he sucked down my neck.
His lips were plush with my skin, and I wanted more. I thrust my hips into him and he groaned.
Sitting up a little, he unsnapped my bra and my breasts spilled out. “Fuck,” he hummed.
He sucked along each breast, one at a time.
My nipples pebbled, and I grabbed onto his dark hair, running my fingers through each strand. He knew how to touch me to turn me on just right.
I didn’t want my father to pay the debt. I liked being here with him.
He continued his path further down and reached the top of my jeans. “You’re so sexy, Jane.” He removed my pants with little effort, and cursed again when he saw the lace panties I wore.
He removed them quickly and turned his attention on my bare mound.
Diving into my pussy, he licked at my sensitive clit.
I writhed beneath him, wanting so much more. He stuck his tongue inside me and the feeling was insane.
Dripping with need, I moaned his name, loudly.
He begged me to continue saying his name. My orgasm exploded as I rode his face. Lights, colors, and sounds returned all at once when John sat up on his knees.
“Tonight, let’s pretend you’re not fucking me because your father owes me money.”
His words sliced through me and I watched as he put the condom on. Tonight I would pretend.
Lust coursed through my veins as he ran his cock against me and then pushed inside.
“Ah, John,” I cried out.
“Fuck, I’ll never tire of this pussy.” And I prayed he never would.
He flipped us over so I was riding him. His cock was so deep.
“Play with your tits,” he whispered.
I ran both hands up my body, massaging my breasts with each hand. “Like this?”
“Yes, Jane. Now ride my cock. Ride it like you never want to stop.” His eyes pierced my soul as they seared into me.
“I don’t ever want to stop,” I cried out, telling the truth.
“I want to feel you come on me. I want to feel your orgasm drip down my balls.”
I rocked and rode his dick as I played with each nipple. His eyes rolled back and pure ecstasy overtook his face.
I was making him feel this way. I was causing him to grow harder with each tilt of my hips.
I rode faster, bouncing on him with each back and forth. I reached my hand around to massage his balls while I cried out with lust for him.
“Jane, get off on my cock. Come all over me.”
My orgasm was right there.
He sat up, kissing and holding onto me as I unraveled all around him. The moment my walls tightened with the first wave of my orgasm, his hit as well. We moaned into each other’s mouths, panting and wishing for it to never stop.
***
We lay wrapped in each other’s arms for a while until our heavy pants subsided. I moved to leave and go to my room, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Don’t go yet,” he murmured. I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to put my heart at risk with this man. Because that’s what was happening. Every time we had sex, I became more attached to him. He tickled my back and ran his fingers through my hair.
“Are you in college?” he asked. My eyes trailed over his tousled dark hair, and his scruffed jaw. I could do this tonight, pretend that I wasn’t here because my father owed him money. Pretend he actually wanted me.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I wanted to do something more. I just don’t know what that is yet.”
He kissed my temple, wrapping his arms around me as I lay on his bare chest. “No, you’re right, college isn’t for everyone.”
The alcohol had loosened his tongue, so I took advantage of the opportunity. “Did you go to college?”
“Yes. But, I was always expected to take over the family business.”
“Did you want to do something else?” I asked as I traced circles on his chest.
“It doesn’t matter. That was a long time ago.”
I sat up, glancing into his eyes. “It matters to me. What did you want to be?”
“Don’t mistake me, I wanted to take over my father’s company. I had big visions for it. When my father died, I felt like a part of me died along with him.” He turned away from me, and I lay my head back down on his chest.
“Oh, I’m sorry he’s gone.” I couldn’t imagine losing my father.
“It was a long time ago,” he answered before kissing the top of my forehead. “What about you? What big dreams lie in store for you?”
“Don’t laugh, okay?” I double checked with him.
“Never.”
“I want to be a dancer. I know it’s dumb, isn’t it?”
He sat up, gazing into my eyes. “No, that isn’t dumb. I think you should do it. What kind?”
“Like a ballerina. I’d always dreamed of being a princess and maybe one day I will. I should go back to my room,” I whispered. This intimacy with him was doing weird things to my heart.
His eyes swept over my face. “Stay,” he said, softly.
And I did.
Chapter Seven
The next morning, I awoke to the birds chirping outside.
I padded around the room, getting dressed and washing my face before heading downstairs.
When I stepped into the kitchen, he leaned against the countertop, grabbing his own fork and picking up his piece of toast. “How did you sleep?”
He pushed a plate closer to me and I answered, “Very well.”
He glanced up, his eyes heating. “You keep staring at me like that, Jane, and I may just fuck you right here on the counter.”
My core tightened at the thought of him inside me again. I smiled as seductively as I could. It did the trick, because he stood straight up, pushing his plate to the side. “Watch it, Jane. I’m not kidding.”
I laughed.
Fueled with desire, he was next to me in a flash. He cupped my cheeks with both hands. “You think this is funny?” he asked.
His sexy demeanor turned me on more as he tried to keep a stern face.
“No,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.
He sat down and took me over his knee. “Do you still think it’s funny?”
“What are you doing?”
He pulled my skirt up, pulling back his hand. “Punishing you.”
I couldn’t believe it. He was treating me like a child. Pulling me over his lap and he was about to spank me. “John.” I tried to reason with him, but before I could get any more words out, I felt the hot sting of his hand making contact with my cotton covered ass. “Ow.”
He pulled my panties down my legs and spanked my ass again, massaging it as soon as the sting began to settle.
“I love your ass. I love having you over my knee.” He spanked me once more before running his fingers along my seam.
So rough before, now gentle. Touching and rubbing. Wetness drenched his fingers as he groaned.
“I’m sorry,” I said, unsure as to why I was really apologizing.
And then it occurred to me, John liked being in control. Every time he punished me, it turned him on. And that turned me on. I continued to beg, asking for forgiveness as the bulge in his pants grew harder.
“Jane,” he growled out as his fingers plunged deep inside me. He pulled them out and spanked me again.
“Ow, I’m sorry,” I said, playing his game. It turned me on knowing he was into it.
He stood me up as he pulled the waistband of his pants down, and adding a condom to his dick. “Hop on, baby.”
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nbsp; I straddled him and his fingers played with my clit just before I slid down him.
He unbuttoned my light-blue blouse, pulling it down my arms and throwing it onto the floor. He leaned in, sucking my nipple through my satin bra.
I rocked along his dick as my hands reached around to remove the bra for him.
“Wait.” He stopped any further movements of my arms and his other hand wrapped around my wrists, pinning my hands behind my back.
He pulled on my arms, arching my back in the process. He was in control, slamming my body down on him.
His other hand ran down between my breasts and settled between my legs, finding my clit in the process. He circled it with his fingers, pulling and tugging.
The push and pull of his dick heightened my senses. My heart pounded, my mind clouded, and my body shook as my orgasm drew near.
“John, I’m going to come,” I cried.
“Yes, Jane. Come on me.”
The moment my orgasm started, he let go of my wrists and I wrapped them around his strong, inked shoulders.
This orgasm was different, mixing emotions and feelings throughout. My eyes watered as I watched him.
His perfect mouth hung slightly open with want. His eyes filled with lust, watching me closely. His manly chest, with its rapid breaths, touching mine with every thrust.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he muttered as he came deep inside me.
Chapter Eight
The next day he led me to the garage and pointed to his red sports car.
“Now get in.” He opened the door and I slid inside.
He drove down the rode like he was late for something and music filled the car.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
“And ruin the surprise.” He winked.
He was relaxed. Very different from his usual uptight, mysterious persona he wore everyday. I liked this side of him.
The car became silent, and I wanted to ask about my father.
His hand landed on my knee as he drove at record speeds. “I’ve been fantasizing about the sweet pussy under this skirt.” He inched his fingers higher up my thigh, sliding them under my skirt. The scenery zoomed by as my head fell back against the seat. His fingers traced the lining of my panties and I spread my legs for him.
Excitement flowed through me as his hand edged higher and higher. He made contact with my sweet spot and pushed my panties aside. I leaned further into the plush leather seat and let out a moan.
He played with my clit as my sex heated. Undulating against his hand, his eyes never left the road.
He was a skilled performer, and I knew I was in over my head. My release hit me faster than anything before in my life. I screamed his name and he groaned as I did.
It was a completely different side to John Smith, so different from the beast he’d always been. My brain was like a sponge, absorbing every tiny detail of this man.
This man who used me as collateral.
Chapter Nine
We came to a small field on the outskirts of San Diego.
“This place is beautiful,” I said as he led me to a little bench to have a seat.
Looking out at the ocean, I smiled as the wind danced across my skin.
“I come out here sometimes to think. Or if I’m having a bad day,” he breathed out.
“You have a bad day? I didn’t think you were capable of that.”
“What because I’m wealthy?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Oh, princess. Even the rich can be sad sometimes.”
His lips met mine in a tender kiss. I didn’t want this day to end.
Our tongues intertwined and we moaned into each other’s mouths.
We stayed locked together for what felt like an eternity before we left the field.
***
At the end of the day, John brought me home. To his house. The thought that it felt more like my home than my parent’s house was disconcerting.
I tried not to let that thought bother me as John carried me up the stairs.
He made love to me that night as if none of the reasons why I was actually in his home existed.
For the next few days we lived in a state of harmonious bliss. Until one day, everything changed.
I came bounding down the stairs one morning eager to catch him before he left. John sat in the armchair near the bottom.
His face was stoic. Not an ounce of emotion anywhere.
His dark eyes pierced me before he winced.
“Your debt has been paid. You can pack your things and my driver will take you home.”
I shook my head. “Wait, I don’t understand.”
I thought we had something.
I thought he cared about me.
“Jane, don’t complicate things.” He rose from the chair and I rushed to him.
“John, you can’t tell me you don’t have feelings for me.”
He laughed. “You’re a child. Barely legal. Go, live your life.”
Tears welled in my eyes, obscuring the cold look on his face. “Please. Why are you doing this to me?”
He glanced down on me with his hard eyes. “This was only ever about the money.”
I slapped him. Hard. He closed his eyes briefly but didn’t budge, and I rushed up to my room to gather my things.
Fighting back the tears wasn’t easy, but I promised myself I would not cry for him.
When I returned downstairs to leave, John was nowhere to be found.
Asshole.
Chapter Ten
The first week of being home, I never left my room.
I recounted my time with him, replaying the way he moaned my name as he made love to me. Having him cook breakfast for me as I watched from the barstool.
His rare laugh. His smile.
I cried the first two days, even though I told myself I wasn't going to, after that the emotion stopped.
The next morning, the day of my nineteenth birthday, I left my room. Walking down the staircase, I noticed a huge vase of red flowers on the entryway table.
I rushed over to them. There was no card. But, I knew they were from him.
“Nice flowers,” my mother said as she entered the room in her white-satin robe.
“I suppose.” I glanced at her as she looked the flowers over, searching for a card.
She offered up a drunken induced ‘Happy Birthday’. My mother was the epitome of an alcoholic. I wasn’t even sure if she still even loved my father. Just the money to feed her addiction.
My father entered, glancing at the flowers. “Who are those from? They were delivered this morning.”
“I think they’re from Mr. Smith,” I stated, trying my best to hide any emotion.
“I don’t know what you did, Jane, but you did something right,” he sneered.
My mother raised her glass, in a mock toast, and left the room.
“What do you mean?” I asked, spinning around to face my father.
“I owed him a lot of money. Didn’t know how I was going to pay them back. Yet, John called everything off. The debt and everything.”
I blinked. “Everything?”
My father went over to the sofa and sat down. He placed his head in his hands and let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve made many mistakes, Jane.”
“Like what?” My heart was racing as I tried to make sense of what he was saying.
He looked up at me. “I embezzled money from Mr. Smith’s company. I should be in jail, or dead.”
My eyes were huge as I listened. “I don’t understand.”
“I stole money from him.”
I closed my head and shook my head. “I can’t believe this.”
“He dropped it all. He called a few days after he took you and cleared the debt. Then he called a week later and dropped everything. Yes, I no longer have a job. We’ll most likely lose everything, but at least I’m alive.”
I stepped closer. Anger surged through me. “How could you?” My mind was trying to
sort everything out. “You just left me there.”
“I’m sorry, Jane.” Regret filled his eyes.
I shook my head. “I’m your daughter. He cared more about me than you.” I spun around and left the room and grabbed my keys and purse from the mahogany credenza by the front door. I needed to see him. To ask him why he didn't tell me. I hopped into my Mercedes, most likely paid for with John’s money, and squealed out of the driveway.
I was disgusted with my family.
***
I drove straight to John’s house. He wasn’t there.
I drove around, trying to remember the way to his wildflower field, hoping he would be there.
I missed him more than I wanted to admit.
When I pulled into the empty field, tears fell as realization that he wasn’t there set in. Stepping out of the car, I walked over to the rock where we sat the day he’d brought me here.
The wind picked up and I wrapped my arms around myself, picturing John’s eyes when he smiled.
“Jane, what are you doing here?” John’s deep voice startled me.
I turned to him. He was breathtaking. “Looking for you.”
He sat down next to me and his breathing was ragged. His normally stoic demeanor softened as he ran a finger across my cheek. “Why?”
A tear slipped from my eye and raced towards his finger. “I miss you,” I said before turning to him.
His lips crashed into mine. I broke the kiss. “I’m so sorry about everything my father did.”
“Shh, it isn’t anything for you to be sorry for,” he said as he covered my face with soft kisses.”You didn’t know.”
“You shouldn’t have paid off his debt. He should pay for his crimes.”
He clasped his hands on either side of my face and dropped his forehead to mine. “No, you may be mad, but I would never destroy your family like that.”
I didn't want to think about my father right now. The time would come when he had to reconcile his actions.
