by Olivia Ryann
Trembling, looking at me like a bunny would look at a wolf, she moves to face away from me. Fiore kneels down and then gets on her hands, offering me her fucking perfect ass. I move forward, grabbing a handful of her ass.
It’s so firm and round, the flesh unmarked, untouched by any other man. She shivers convulsively as I run my hands down to her thighs, nudging them apart.
Her pussy is revealed to me, as juicy and tempting as a peach. Kneeling on the bed just behind her, I caress her outer lips, frowning in concentration. She turns her head, full biting her bottom lip.
She’s trying not to make any sound, trying to pretend like she isn’t longing for me to touch her pussy, to find her clit. She doesn’t want me to know that she is turned on. But the body doesn’t lie…
Just looking at her pussy right now, just stroking the outer lips, I can see her wetness. She can’t hide that from me. I’m not interested in whether or not she wants me to know what is so obvious.
Leaning forward, not touching her in any other way, I brush two fingertips over the seam of her pussy, finding her clit. She drops her head low and moans quietly.
The sound of her moaning feeds something deep and dark in my soul. It makes my cock hard, thinking about the noises she’s going to make when I fuck her so hard that she can’t walk right.
I circle her clit with my two fingertips, enjoying the fact that she leans back to get more. More contact, more friction. Her body is greedy even though she doesn’t understand why yet.
She makes breathy sounds, little ohs of pleasure. I toss the belt aside and move my fingers to her entrance, penetrating her just an inch.
“Oh— oh, oh my God,” she whispers. I crane my neck to look at her face, and see clenching her eyes closed. She’s hot and slick against my fingers, and I repress a groan.
I make myself take my time, make her want to fuck. When she wants sex, when she begs me for my cock, it will be worth it.
I withdraw and push my fingers in again, deeper this time. In and out, deeper each time until my two fingers are in as deep as they’ll go. I scissor my fingers inside her, enjoying the strangled sound she makes.
She’s creaming all over my fingers, covering my hand. I pull out of her pussy, focusing instead on her clit. She grips the bed and cries out, but I don’t let her cum. I keep my strokes lazy.
I need her on the edge of an orgasm, but not quite there. I need her desperate to come, begging for a way to end her suffering. And judging by the way she looks back at me, biting her lip and blushing and trying not to moan, I’m just about there.
“I won’t let you finish like this,” I tell her, kneading her ass with my free hand. “There’s nothing in it for me.”
She looks at me, her eyes pleading. “You won’t?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
Continuing my lazy strokes around her clit, I slow even more. She makes a frustrated sound.
“Please?” she asks.
“Please what?” I ask, concentrating on her perfect ass.
“Please let me— or make me—” she says, stumbling on the final word. “You know.”
“Not like this,” I repeat.
“Please? I’ll— I’ll help you…” She moans.
“What, you’ll give me another blowjob?” I slip my fingers into her entrance again, teasing. “While that sounds good, I can think of something much better.”
I see the puzzle pieces click into place. “You want…”
“To fuck you? Yes.” Pressing my hard cock against her ass, I make us both moan a little. “I thought that much was obvious.”
Her eyes close as I thrust against her ass again. She’s growing desperate, just like I wanted.
“You should turn around again, so that I can see your face when I make you come,” I say, dropping my voice. “I can touch your tits while I fucking ruin your entire body. You just have to say yes.”
I thrust my fingers inside her ever so slowly as I push my cock against her ass. She opens her eyes and looks at me. I can see the pain I’m causing written plain on her face.
She hesitates for a long second, then gives me the barest nod.
Yes. That little movement, her sign of acquiescence, is just what I’ve been waiting for. I withdraw my fingers from her and step back from the bed, stripping off my shirt and unzipping my pants.
My cock has never been so hard as it is right now, looking down on this girl. Uninterested in waiting for a second longer, I grab her and flip her onto her back, enjoying her wide eyed innocence.
She gets her first glance at my nude body, at my cock as I push her back onto the bed. I know my body is fucking hard. I know I’m ripped. I know it’s impressive to women. There is no reason to hide it, no reason not to bask in the admiration that my huge fucking cock brings me.
Kneeling before her, I part her thighs. I grab her tits for a second, eliciting a little squeak from Fiore’s lips. Then I glance down, grasping my cock and positioning it at her entrance. Her ripe juicy pussy is screaming my name; the blood in my ears is rushing so loudly that I can’t hear anything else.
I look at Fiore’s beautiful face, at the flush in her cheeks, at the way she bites her lip. Pressing the head of my cock flush against her pussy, I push my cock inside her, just a little. I grit my teeth as her pussy grips my dick.
It’s so fucking good.
“Fuck!” she says, breathless and wide-eyed.
I withdraw and thrust again, this time to the hilt. She makes a strangled noise, but she doesn’t flinch. Her pussy feels like hot silk, already milking my cock for all it’s worth.
“God damn,” I mutter, trying to set a rhythm. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Your pussy is so fucking good, Fiore.”
I pump my cock in and out, stroking one of her tits. She practically purrs under the weight of my body, her hand coming up to rest on my back. I move her legs upward, which makes her pussy feel that much tighter.I lean down and nip at her neck, which makes her come off the bed a little.
“Oh,” she whispers. “Oh… don’t stop…”
I can feel the orgasm rattling around low in my body. If I concentrated on it, I could come within a minute. But I want Fiore to enjoy this too.
Mostly because I want her to know that we only fucked because she agreed to it… but also because I don’t want this to be the only time we fuck. I want her waiting on me at the door when I come home, ready to present her pussy to me. I want her to want to get fucked.
So I lean back and slide my hand down between us, finding her clit. She comes alive when I circle her clit with two fingertips, her nails scoring my back and shoulders.
Hammering into her with my cock, I start to really sweat, my breathing erratic. Fuck, I’m going to come soon. I just need her to finish first.
“Oh… oh.. oh, Monster,” she pleads, trying to move with me as I thrust. “Just keep doing that…”
I feel her coiling like a snake ready to strike, her pussy contracting in regular time with my thrusts. I pinch her clit, and she goes over the edge, her pussy convulsing and her face euphoric.
I let out a roar, pounding into her body as her tight little pussy wrings every single drop of cum from me. Falling to my elbows, I let my head fall into the hollow of Fiore’s neck as I struggle for breath.
Withdrawing my cock gently from her body, I wince at how sensitive my cock is. She sees the expression I’m making, and takes it the wrong way.
“You don’t have to make that face,” she scowls, still breathless.
I roll my eyes, getting up off of her and off of the bed entirely. Looking down, I try to decide if I should wash up in Fiore’s bathroom or wait until I get to mine. “Not everything is about you.”
She pulls up the comforter around her body, blocking it from my sight. “Will you just go?”
Naked as the day I was born, I lean close to her, grabbing her wrist hard. I sneer. “I think you’ve forgotten who has the power around here. I do, in case you’ve forgotten. What little power you had, you
just frittered away because you got a little bit horny.”
Her mouth falls open, a perfect picture of shock. I release her, whirling, and storm out of her bedroom. It’s better to establish dominance now, just in case she gets any ideas.
A voice in the back of my head says that I’m weak for even letting her get to me as much as she has. That I was just supposed to use her, ruin her, eviscerate her innocence.
Scowling, I tell that voice to go fuck itself and continue toward my rooms.
20
Katherine
Once Monster leaves and I am alone again, I immediately start berating myself for being so weak and stupid as to have slept with him. When he looked at me for that moment of confirmation… when I nodded…
When I came so hard that practically gushed all over his cock, I gave him my permission.
And that little bit of permission was my only damned bargaining chip. Now I am defenseless against him, worse than useless.
Tears well up in my eyes as I think about what I have done. Worse, I’ve devalued myself.
I feel… defiled. Used. Broken.
Torn apart, in a way that I can never get back.
I get dressed very slowly, blaming myself. Blaming Monster, for being exactly what his name says that he is. Crying over a loss that I can’t explain.
Not the loss of my virginity, because that isn’t anything to mourn. But the loss of my freedom. My happiness. My whole life in New Orleans.
Gone gone gone.
I lie in my bed, my comforter pulled up around my neck. I try to calm myself, closing my eyes. I must fall asleep, because when I open my eyes again, I see Sin’s face. He’s shaking me.
“Wake up,” he whispers, looking over his shoulder.
“Why are you—”
He stops my words by putting his fingers against my mouth. “Sssshhhh.”
Sitting up, I try to shake off my sleeping state. Sin looks around, spying my open bathroom door. He motions for me to be quiet, then heads to the bathroom. I follow on silent feet, insanely curious what exactly is going on.
He seals us inside the bathroom, but he still speaks so low that I almost can’t hear him. He gets right up next to my ear, whispering.
“You still want to leave?”
I pull back, running a hand through my blonde hair. “Why?”
Sin looks aggravated. “Yes or no?”
“Of course I do—”
“Keep your voice down!” he whispers, glancing at the door behind him. “Jesus fucking christ, do you want us to get caught or something?”
Staring at him for several long seconds, I try to piece everything together. “You’re saying…”
“I heard him talking. He’s gonna fire me and replace me with someone you’re not attracted to, or some crazy shit.”
“And?” I say, hopeful.
“And this is likely my last chance to get you out of the house.”
He’s not expecting how fast and hard I hug him, judging from the sound he makes. “Oooff.”
Tears prick my eyes, happy tears. I haven’t let myself imagine escape very many times since that first time, but now…
Sin pushes me off. “No crying. We don’t have that kind of time.”
Sniffling and wiping at my nose with the back of my wrists, I nod. “Okay. Do you have a plan?”
He looks very intense. “Yeah. Well, sort of. It’s not what I would call really solid, but… it’ll do.”
Anxiety races up my spine. “What is it?”
“He’s leaving for the airport soon. I’m supposed to drive into town to pick up some supplies shortly after he leaves. I think the best bet would be for you to hide in the trunk of the car. That way, I can smuggle you out without anyone looking for you. No one will think to check my trunk.”
He sounds more confident than his expression indicates. I narrow my gaze.
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“What if it does?”
Sighing, I turn to pace on the bathroom floor. “If it doesn’t work, if we get caught… I mean, he will kill us both. Literally. He already suspects some kind of affection between us…”
Sin glowers, crackling his knuckles. “He suspects more than that. He questioned my men about our relationship.”
For a second, I waste time being upset that Monster would even think that there was a relationship between the me and Sin. How could there ever be, when all the air in every room I’ve been in since I got here is sucked up by Monster?
I take a deep breath to steady myself. “When do you think we should go?”
He looks at his watch. “It’s three thirty. He’s supposed to leave at four. I think it would be best if we got you out into the car now, before everybody starts to wake up.”
My stomach drops. “Right now?”
“Yep. I think that it’s our best shot. Our only one, assuming that you really want out of here.”
My heart squeezes. “Of course I want out.”
“Well… let’s go. If we go down to the front gate, the cars should already be parked there, ready and waiting.”
Silence stretches between us for a second as I try to still my racing heart. “Can I just… have just a minute in here, alone?”
Sin raises his brows, but inclines his head. He quietly lets himself out of the bathroom, and I close the door behind him. As I quickly use the restroom, I try to wrap my mind around the fact that I am actually on the verge of escaping.
My freedom, something I thought was gone forever, is suddenly and inexplicably within my reach. Instead of worry about what Monster wants or what Monster thinks, I might soon be able to think about what I want. What I think.
I laugh quietly to myself, the first fit of humor since I arrived here. How fitting that it should be in the moment I leave.
Then I let myself out of the bathroom, moving on silent feet. Sin waits for me, keeping watch at the bedroom doorway.
“Ready?” he mouths. I nod, trying not to be too fearful.
After I leave this room, though, there is no going back. And if I flee, I’ll be running for my life.
Gripping the hem of my dress anxiously, I follow Sin out of the bedroom and down the darkened hallways. The house is hushed at this hour and everything is so shut down. My footsteps seem loud; by comparison, Sin’s booted feet sound quiet. As he leads me around corners and down the back stairway, I swear my heart is so noisy in my own ears that I am genuinely worried it might draw attention to our passage.
I keep thinking what is Monster doing right now? What if he comes to the part of the house where we are sneaking through? It would be an anomaly, sure, but it’s not impossible.
In the back of my mind, I am already cringing about what he will do and say if he finds us. Already preparing for the moment of truth. I can’t stop picturing both of us kneeling on the ground as Monster stands before us, looking particularly deadly.
I know what men like my father call shooting someone point blank to the head. Execution style.
The knowledge is like a lump of cold hard coal solidifying in the pit of my stomach. As I follow Sin down the final flight of stairs, I can’t help the tremors that make my hands shake. Sin stops on the bottom step, holding up his hand. I take that to mean I should stop.
He turns still as stone, listening intently. Long seconds tick by, without me having a clue what he hears. I just stand behind him, hoping and praying that Monster isn’t about to come around the corner.
Then Sin starts moving again, waving me forward into the ill-lit hallway. We turn a corner, and Sin tugs me toward the mansion’s front door. For some reason, that in itself causes me anxiety.
I’ve never been through the front door. I’ve never had any reason to do so, to be honest.
He creeps along stealthily, and I follow him around several corners. Then at last we are at the front door, and he gives me the gesture to wait again.
He slinks forward to the actual door, as elegant as a panther. The door has a large plate glass w
indow in the middle, and Sin peers out of it.
I do my best to wait silently, even though I am shivering so violently that you can actually hear my teeth chatter. To my right, the grand staircase rises upstairs. All around, there are hardwood floors and bland beige walls. I try to count the floorboards, to calm myself down.
Again, Sin is still and quiet. Again, the waiting seems to take forever, though it couldn’t have been more than a minute.
Then he’s apparently satisfied, because Sin swiftly moves to open the door. In my head, I was prepared for an alarm to start shrieking, but of course it doesn’t.
No need to set an alarm on a door when you have a team of private security guys on hand to guard your whole property.
Sin pulls the door wide, motioning me forward. I hesitate, and then walk out of the doorway. I look down at the cars, parked a hundred yards away from where I stand. Two Mercedes-Benzes, both perfectly white as if to match the house.
The front yard is perfectly still and quiet. I look up at the mountainous areas that I know are splayed out all around the house. I can feel something. Or sense something.
I motion to Sin to wait, but he emphatically shakes his head. He encourages me to move forward, his eyes roving, ever vigilant. He grabs me by the arm, jerking me forward, and we go down a few steps.
To our right, I can see the broad clay steps that lead around back. To the left, I can see the edge of the stables. Sin propels me straight ahead, fishing the keys to the Benz out of his tactical vest.
Again, there is something that is off about everything, some little sense of wrongness. But I let Sin hurry me around to the back of the car, where he pops the trunk. I hesitate again only a couple feet away from the car.
This just feels wrong. Sin pushes me roughly toward the trunk.
“Get in,” he whispers harshly. “Right now, before—”
Then all hell breaks loose. A bullet zings through the air, missing Sin by mere inches. He crouches and moves closer to the Benz trying to figure out where the gunfire came from.
“Shit,” I hear him mutter.
Large lights come up on the lawn, illuminating it. I hear men running down the steps leading from the backyard. I peek around the car and see that Sin is between them and me.
