But the alpha always gets his way because he took my hand then, pressing it to his lips.
“Laney Jones,” he began. “This is the first time I’ve really thought that you might be dumb. Because a man shows up, declaring himself, and you’ve got some twisted reason as an explanation? You can’t just accept my love? You don’t think that a man like me would love a girl like you? Someone special?”
There was that word again. Special. I fucking hated it, it was awful. So I went in for the kill.
“Tell me why I’m special then,” I bit out. “Tell me why.”
For sure, I thought Mr. Channing would choke. I thought he wouldn’t be able to get out the words, or even if he did, that they’d be glib and unfeeling, just some fake lines from a Valentine’s card. But instead, the alpha took my hands again, looking deep into my eyes.
“You’re special because you’re you, Laney. You’re special because you’re beautiful and sassy, you don’t take no for an answer. Look what you’ve done here,” he said, gesturing to the small office. “You’ve built a thriving business for yourself, teaching ballet to kids. And even more, you did it after a crazy woman held a gun to your head, stalking you like a fucking criminal. But you didn’t give in. You’re tough while being gentle, strong while being soft, and everything I need in a woman. You, Laney Jones,” he finished gently. “Are everything I’ve been looking for, and I’ve been looking a long time. So I’m not gonna let you get away, baby, not now, not ever.”
I couldn’t breathe for a moment. Really? Thorn was impressed because I was teaching ballet to kids? Because I picked myself off the floor, dusting myself off after a series of horrific incidents? It couldn’t be.
“I’m not special,” I said softly, looking away. “You’ve got it wrong Thorn.”
But the big man wouldn’t be dissuaded. He pulled me close this time, gently touching those lips to mine before looking me in the eyes, that blue gaze intense yet gentle, piercing my soul.
“You are,” he reiterated, his breath a breeze across my lips. “You are, Laney Jones. You just won’t let yourself believe that you’re someone amazing, someone with a lot to offer. Let it go, little girl, and just believe.”
And my heart burst like a dam then, insides flooding with warmth, lungs finally expanding so that I could breathe again. Because he was right in a way. I’ve always had an inferiority complex for a variety of reasons. Because I’m a big girl. Because I’m from a rural town in the middle of nowhere. Because I didn’t go to college, because I’m bad with computers. The reasons piled up but maybe Thorn was right in this case. Maybe I had a lot to offer, and I’d been selling myself short. Maybe my confidence was shot, but this man had seen to the core, and valued me for who I was, just me, one hundred percent Laney Jones.
And I took a deep breath then, lungs filling with oxygen, a huge weight lifting off my shoulders. Maybe I deserved good things in life, maybe I should stop looking over my shoulder, always thinking something terrible was going to come crashing down. So smiling tentatively, I looked up at him, caramel eyes meeting blue.
“Are you sure, Thorn?” I asked throatily. “Because I don’t I could survive if this didn’t work. I don’t think I’d come out alive.”
The alpha threw his head back and laughed then, white smile gleaming. I frowned, walls going up again. What was so funny? What had I said that was so hilarious? But he calmed then, pressing another delicious kiss to my lips before speaking.
“Honey, that’s what I love about you, but that’s also what we’ve gotta fix. Because baby, you’re a survivor. Can’t you see? You’ve survived so much already, you’ve come out alive again. You underestimate yourself, honey. You’re amazing, and you don’t even know it.”
And with that, I took another deep breath. Because maybe this man was right. My inferiority complex was ingrained, I’d been like this my whole life and it was tough to change. But change was already in the works. I had my own business now, kids who called me “Miss Jones,” and I was building a stable life out here. With Thorn’s support, maybe I could do even more, I’d could grow confident and assertive, smiling and joyful instead of shy and meek.
“Mr. Channing,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I think you’re right. I think you might just be right.”
And with that, the billionaire swept me into his arms for a deep, passionate kiss, our mouths locking, our bodies speaking words that couldn’t be said. Because before, I’d thought my relationship with Thorn was too good to be true. The alpha wanted to use my body because I was a curvy, luscious eighteen year-old ballerina, desperate to make a good impression on the man in charge. But somehow, that’s changed. I’m still curvy and young, yes, but our relationship has evolved. In our time apart, I’ve become someone different, mature and knowing, with my own thing. And with Thorn’s support, I’m going to grow more, I’m going to become more confident, expressing myself instead of waiting for others to give orders.
And yes, with my man by my side, I know I can do it. Thorn’s seen it all and he wants to be a part of the process, standing proudly by my side. He’s seen me vulnerable and naïve, but he’s also seen me at my best, whirling on the stage, and now, sharing my love of ballet with the world. And the big man wants to walk with me along the way, for us to establish a real relationship, something where we take care of each other, helping one another while also loving and supporting our partner. He wants me to be happy, to be a confident woman of the world, someone with many options, many choices.
So I’m hopeful. I can’t say I know how this is going to work yet, but we’ll make it work. After all, I’m growing and changing, flowering more and more with every life event. But what Mr. Channing has made me see is that I deserve it. I have something to offer to my students and the world. The alpha wants to be a part of my life, and deep down, it’s right. Thorn has been with me since this incredible adventure started, watching me blossom and adjust, and gratefully, I’m taking his hand as a partner this time, someone to walk the wilds with.
Because he’s the ballet master and I’m the ballerina. We work in sync, our movements in tandem, our minds melded with understanding and experience now. Yes, we’ve been through a lot, but what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And with Mr. Channing by my side, I’ve opened my heart to what I always dreamed of … love, real love with a billionaire alpha. And this time, I know I deserve it.
EPILOGUE
Thorn
One year later …
“Oh god no! Please Mr. Channing, no!”
I looked up in fear and anticipation. Because Thorn had me stark naked, pussy running like a flood, and there was no mercy. The big man growled, dick jutting against my tummy as my hands were hooked over my head.
“No!” I cried out again, whimpering with anticipation. My pussy gushed wetly, a sticky trail running down my thigh. Nips bright pink and stiff, I mewled once more. “No!”
But no such luck because Thorn just growled.
“Shh, pretty baby,” he hushed. “Shhh, don’t worry, Daddy will take care of you.”
And with that the big man circled around me, fat cock pressing against my buttocks. Oh god, I was strung up like a giant ham on a meat hook. My wrists were bound and connected to a special device dangling from the ceiling, nude body lush and bare. My boobs were enormous, narrow waist and big ass bouncing and jouncing as I balanced on my tippy toes, stretched out to his liking.
Because yeah, Mr. Channing and I play a lot. Even after a year together, we can’t get enough and the sex sessions are amazing, even better than before. Thorn’s converted one of those stupid bedrooms at his apartment into a mock dungeon, and that’s where we were now, the big man about to ram his dick into my pussy.
Because yeah, I made him get rid of those extra bedrooms, they were an unpleasant reminder of the past. So they’ve been converted into an entertainment room, a cozy den, and finally this room, the dungeon for our sex play. And yeah, I let him do whatever he wants to my body, but there’s a different fe
el because I give as good as I get now. So as he lined himself up, I pushed my butt back, opening my ass.
“Do it,” I panted. “Do it Daddy. Put it in.”
With a heavy grunt, Thorn shifted his dick up so that it pressed against my bottom hole.
“You sure about this baby girl?” he growled. “I was gonna put it into your pussy first to get it wet. You sure you can take this?”
“I can Daddy,” came my harsh pant. “I absolutely can.”
So yeah, even in this compromised position, I was calling the shots. Even with my hands tied up, strung up to the ceiling and immobilized, I was the one in charge, directing him in this dry anal fuck. And obeying my orders, Thorn began. That mighty glans pressed against my back hole and I moaned throatily. Oh god, the pressure against my anus was incredible, the unrelenting insistence of Mr. Channing’s giant dick on my dark star.
But I wasn’t giving up because it was me in control. So taking a deep breath, I inhaled before exhaling slowly, eyes fluttering shut, concentrating hard. And loosening my ass, it happened then. Daddy’s dick slid in, one inch, two, until that ten inch pole was balls deep in my ass.
“Ohhh!” I cried out, buttfucked and loving it. “Unnnh!”
Thorn leaned forwards to grab my gazongas, squeezing and kneading even as his cock pushed even further into my rectum, brushing my GI tract.
“Yeah, that’s how my slutty baby likes it,” he rasped in my ear. “That’s how she likes it.”
And slowly, the alpha withdrew, the slide incredible. My butt is so sensitive now that I could feel the difference in width along his pole, that thick, meaty base tapering off to his glans and my ass clenched, enjoying the deep slide.
“Oh yeah, Daddy will give it to you,” he growled in my ear, licking wetly at my throat. “Don’t worry, Daddy will assfuck you good.”
And I mewled then, throwing my head back, profile tilted to the sky. Shudders ran through my body as he pummeled me once more, making me scream this time, ass rim gripping that huge fuckshaft as it did its job.
“Take me Daddy!” I screamed. “Take me, yeah fuck that big butt!”
And the words only spurred Thorn on even further. He grabbed my fleshy hips and began pistoning hard, drilling like a madman.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” he roared. “FUCK!”
And that was it. The big man burst in my rectum, spraying me with blast after blast of filmy white, the bubbly jizz was so good. I screamed too then, my pussy dissolving into tremors, but the fireworks weren’t over yet. Because I’ve developed insane control over my ass muscles, and as Thorn pumped away, my butt milked him in time to each spurt. Oh yeah, this wasn’t some crazed frenzy where my asshole went wild, I’m a ballerina with incredible muscle control, and I use it when the time is right. So as Thorn released, his dick jerking in rhythmic pulses, my anus did its thing. In time with his pulses, my ring clenched and pumped, milking him of the good stuff, that incredible baby batter.
Because I want it. There’s nothing that makes me feel better than Thorn’s jizz leaking from my holes, and I wanted him to fill me up to the max until I overflowed.
“More Daddy, more,” I moaned, “Give me that dirty milkshake.” And obeying my command, Thorn blasted again, his second orgasm chasing the first.
“FUCK!” he roared in back of me. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!”
My butthole pumped him more, draining him of everything he had to give, savoring the last drops. And finally, Mr. Channing collapsed against me, plastered to my back, dick still stuck deep in my tight cavern.
“Aww, shit, baby,” he groaned. “Aw shit.”
I giggled, looking at him over my shoulder.
“What’s wrong Daddy?” I asked. “Was it too much for you? Did baby wear Daddy out?”
Because this is my life with the ballet master now. We’re a traveling couple, I live in Kansas giving classes, while he’s still the CEO of the Academy. So we’re on planes all the time, even more so because we can’t stand to be away from one another. But compromises have to be made, and I wasn’t giving up my newfound freedom so readily, not when I had a booming business in the Midwest with dozens of little girls as my students.
Thorn had frowned at first.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you teach at the Academy?” he growled. “You know I can make it happen.”
That was the problem exactly, and I fixed him with a mock glare.
“Thorn, I can’t ask you to do that. And I wouldn’t want it, either. I have my own life, and that’s in Kansas. It means that we won’t see each other every minute of every day, but we’ll be fine.”
The look on his face was murderous but I wasn’t budging. Grabbing a big hand, I fixed him with another mock glare.
“Seriously Daddy,” I said slowly. “You know this is right. We’ve been talking about my confidence level, how I need to be more assertive. And I’m doing that right now. I’m doing what I’m best at, and I’m not going to give it up, not even for you Thorn.”
The big man’s jaw twitched but then with a resigned sigh, he swept me into his arms.
“You’re right,” he growled into my ear. “You’re right honey. This is your thing, and you’ve got to follow your dreams. Just don’t be surprised if I quit this damn job and follow you to the Midwest.”
That made me giggle. Quit? That was a hilarious idea, since Thorn was CEO. How often do CEOs resign? But in a way it made sense because he wasn’t doing the job for money. His money was made years ago on Wall Street, he’d only taken the Academy job out of love. And you know what? A new love was here now. Me. And if Thorn wanted to follow this new love, then I’d be only too happy.
So I giggled to myself before sighing deliciously, the big man still hard and full in my ass. Gently, I squeezed my anal walls together, squeezing him, making him moan, and that dick jerked once more, spurting a last few droplets. There was so much that the cum literally leaked from my ass, coating his dick before dripping down my thigh.
And suddenly, I knew what I wanted my man to do. Again, it was me being assertive, expressing my wants and needs.
“Get down Daddy,” I said, voice sweet but commanding. “Get down and drink that anal creampie.”
The alpha went totally still behind me. Because this was fucking disgusting, the worst of the worst. But chalk it up to my newfound confidence, the new Laney who was the boss around town. And slowly, Thorn pulled out, that massive dick exiting my ass with a dirty squelching sound. Slowly, Thorn got to his knees, kneeling in back of my curvy form.
“Awww shit,” he whispered hoarsely, staring at the anal gape filled with cream. “Aww shit.”
“Come on,” I purred, wiggling my ass suggestively, even more sperm spilling from my back hole now. “Lick it up, big guy.”
And oh shit, but his tongue felt so good. It flickered slowly at first, dabbing into the bubbly white before going to town, lapping like a hungry dog. And as his tongue wormed up my rectum, tasting my anal walls, I shivered deliciously before exploding once again. My pussy spasmed, gushing hard as my anus clamped and winked, overcome with ecstasy.
“Unnnh Daddy!” I shrieked, big boobs bobbling, ass so fucked. “Unnnh!”
Thorn laughed behind me, rumbling deep in his throat. But he didn’t stop, oh no. Because you know what? Daddy rules the roost, but sometimes I get to take charge now. I’m a big girl, and I have needs and wants, and I’m not afraid to express them anymore. So when I say, “eat that creampie,” Daddy does it and he does it well. And the next time, maybe I’ll eat a creampie, we can take turns downing the nasty stuff. Because our relationship is much more balanced now, and best of all, I know I deserve it. I deserve to have a passionate, sexy, sinful love with Thorn Channing, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
THE END
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ABOUT THE BOOK
She was good with kids, and the alpha male wanted more babies.
I’ve known Mandy Smith for years now, ever since she started coming over to babysit my daughter. Back then, Mandy was a gangly teen with buckteeth and braces, someone I barely noticed. But something’s changed since she was away at college.
The braces came off.
The brunette got contacts.
And holy hell, but the girl developed curves!
Because I’ve been divorced for years now, and my gorgeous babysitter would be the perfect mommy for more children – our children!
DEDICATION
For everyone who’s ever loved someone off-limits.
CHAPTER ONE
Mandy
My ancient Accord puttered into the driveway of the Parkers’ house, coming to a grinding halt, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d made it. My car hadn’t broken down and I’d made it all the way to my next job. Because I hadn’t babysat for the Parkers in months now, and the money would definitely be useful with tuition due soon.
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