by Lana Hartley
“For you,” I say, offering her the glass of red.
She sips it and looks around the place.
“I’m so happy to get out Nate. You don’t understand how enclosed I’ve felt.”
“I know, Sienna. I know it’s been hard. You just have to trust me,” I say.
She doesn’t respond. I know she’s thinking, she’s wondering why I can’t tell her single goddamn thing. But it’s for the best.
Everything I’m doing is to keep her safe. If only she could realize that.
“So tell me about your life. I want to know everything that’s happened to you since the last time we met,” I say, feeling genuinely interested.
If I’m honest, I really want to know if she’s ever had a boyfriend. I’m dying to find out if her pussy has been tapped. I’m dying to find out if she really is all mine in every way fucking possible.
She looks up at me and her arctic blue eyes are crystal clear. She has nothing to hide. She doesn’t have a sordid past like I do.
“Well, there’s really nothing to tell. I went to college in Seattle. I made a lot of friends, some really good friends. My roommate’s name was Liz. We did everything together. And I said goodbye to her just before coming out here to start grad school.”
“Grad school? What are you gonna study?”
I say the sentence like there’s a hope of her going back to her old life. But in truth, I know there’s not. She’ll always be with me.
She can study, sure. But she’ll never have freedom again like she had previously known. Now isn’t the time to crush her with this news.
“You wanna know the truth? Or do you wanna know what I tell people?”
“Both.”
The chef brings out the first course, and it’s fucking beautiful.
“Well, the truth is that…I want to study English. I would love to be a writer one day. An influential writer.”
“Yeah? And what would you write about?”
She doesn’t miss a beat before saying, “Love.”
I think it’s cute how she wants to write about love.
Like I said, here’s a girl that doesn’t have a criminal past weighing her down. Even though her father has died, her soul is free. That’s something I’ll never have.
I look at her intently before saying, “What do you know about love, Sienna?”
I swear I see her eyes deepen a little bit. She stares at me in that significant way. And I feel connected to her.
I know she feels it. I do too.
I know it terrifies her. But it doesn’t scare me.
I know that what we have is real. I know she’s the one I’ve been waiting for.
Finally, she says, “Me? I don’t really know anything about love. I’ve never even had a proper boyfriend. I mean, there’s guys that I’ve dated and everything, but nobody’s held my interest for very long. I was planning on marrying somebody that would make my parents happy. So I guess, yeah, I don’t know much about love at all.”
Against my better judgment, I grab her hand. I look into her eyes before saying, “I think you know more about it than you think.”
I feel her shiver beneath my touch. It’s the perfect response. She’s mine, becoming more so by the second.
It’s all I can do to contain my twelve-inch cock that’s straining hard against my pants. God, what I wouldn’t do to take her right here, or in the limousine, or somewhere, as long as it’s fucking soon.
“So, you’ve never had a boyfriend, huh?”
I say it lightly, but I’m hanging onto her every word.
“No,” she says simply.
This is the information I needed to know. I know she’s a fucking virgin. And that makes her even sweeter to me.
I can put my stamp on her.
I can spread her out.
I can be the only one she’s ever known, and the only one she’ll ever desire.
“And so tell me the other truth,” I say.
She sips her wine and eyes me cautiously, “The other truth? The other truth is that my parents thought I was going to law school to become a lawyer. That’s what my dad always wanted for me. He wanted me to have a proper job so that I could support myself.”
“I don’t see you being a lawyer, Sienna. I think it’s nice that you would want to write novels.”
My words make her smile, and once again, I’m acutely aware of how good it feels to make her happy.
“Tell me about you, Nathan. I want to know what happened to you. How did you end up like this?”
I knew it was coming. I knew that someday she would ask me how this all happened.
Of course, I can’t tell her everything. I can tell her enough.
I look at her and know that no matter what I might tell her, she’ll never fully understand how hard this life has been.
There are no words for the things I’ve done.
“It all started innocently enough. After I left you, I went to college. I had bills to pay. My boss found me. I did favors for him, small favors. He paid me well. And before I knew it, I was fully entrenched in this life of crime and debauchery. I can’t say I’m proud of it.”
This conversation is done. There’s nothing else I can tell her that wouldn’t put her in harm’s way.
She’s smart enough to know so. She doesn’t press for more.
She doesn’t ask me any more questions.
It’s exactly what I need at this moment. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, thinking about how much I want to forget about my past, even for just a moment.
All I want in the world is to focus on her. To claim her. To make her beg for me.
The chef brings out yet another course. Then another. And another.
We dine and eat and talk. I make her laugh.
It’s almost as if we don’t have this huge problem between us, the weight of the whole goddamn world. It’s almost as if I haven’t just kidnapped her.
I know she’s grieving. I know she probably has an unimaginable hole of grief in her heart. It’s the same kind of hole I have.
A dark place where nothing can satisfy.
I’m pissed that Edison created this in her. He corrupted her to the dark side.
Now she has seen and felt things that I would never wish on my worst enemy.
I can only hope that I can somehow, someway fill the whole for her and be a source of strength.
It might be desperate thinking, but what can I say?
I love the girl. I know I do.
We drink wine and talk until the hour’s getting late.
The entire time we’re together, there’s an energy coursing between us, a kind of sexual tension that neither of us can deny.
Now that I understand more about her background, I feel as intrigued as ever to get to discover her again.
I know I won’t be able to contain myself. I know I have to have her. Starting right now.
“I’ve missed you,” she says.
I look at her and brush a blonde, nearly white piece of hair off her face.
She tremors beneath my touch.
It’s time.
I pull her in for a kiss. Something I’ve wanted my whole entire fucking life.
I feel her hot lips on my own, and my cock gets even harder.
Kissing Sienna is something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.
We’re different people now, but the attraction is still there. It’s like we’re fucking connected in some unseen and unspoken way. My lips crash into hers as I kiss, tease, and taste her.
She responds perfectly. I kiss her hard and with emotion, the emotion of having wanted her for so many years.
And as I do so, I feel that dark hole inside of me began to fill up with her light.
She’s the one.
Soon, it’s time to go.
Sienna
He takes me out to the waiting limousine, and it’s all I can do to contain the flush of my heated skin.
Nathan.
Nate.
Suddenly, I’m
acutely aware that he’s the one I been waiting for.
He’s the man, the elusive figure that’s always been in my heart. He’s the one I’ve been wanting. He’s the reason I saved myself.
It all became clear the instant that he kissed me.
I had no idea love would feel this way.
Complicated, deep, dark.
He brings out things in me that I never knew were possible to feel.
But above all, I feel like I can trust him. And I don’t know why because his actions so far have spoken against that.
But I feel like he would never hurt me—and that’s the most important thing in the world.
I also feel nervous. I feel nerves like I’ve never felt before. My senses are on high alert.
I feel like I’m his, and I don’t know what he’ll do with me.
My heart catches in my throat as he leads me into the limousine. He slides in next to me, and I swear he can see my heart beating against my chest.
My breathing is fast.
I don’t know what to say.
The only thing that’s evident for sure is the electricity igniting between us.
I feel like this is right. And I’m afraid of that.
“You ready to go home?” he asks.
The words are thick on my tongue. I can barely respond.
I nod my head yes.
It’s all I can do.
So great is my desire for this man.
“Good.”
We take off, and he slides a hand along my thigh.
He holds me just like that all the way home. We don’t say a word to each other, the connection and the fire and the sparks are evident, hanging in the air between us.
After what feels like forever and all too soon, we pull up to his building.
We go in the back door as usual. He leads me confidently in the direction of the elevator.
My heart is slamming against my chest.
I know the moment is upon me.
I know he’s about to take my virginity.
I try to breathe.
I try to slow and steady myself as the rush of feelings is tormenting me.
I feel nervous and excited, but mostly afraid.
I’m afraid of him and of his power. I’m afraid of how in control he is all the time. I’m afraid that I’m not enough.
We ride in silence all the way up to his penthouse. He squeezes my hand reassuringly. But nothing can reassure me now.
I’m about to experience unknown territory.
And something about to look in his eyes, well, it sets me on edge.
He leads me into the penthouse and offers me a drink.
“Yes,” is all I can manage to say.
I sorely need a drink. Something to take the intensity out of this moment.
He walks over to the bar. My eyes follow him. He looks hot and toned and tall.
He pours us both a shot of whiskey and then brings it over to me.
“Take it,” he says in a commanding tone.
I do as I’m told. I take the shot down in one gulp. It burns my throat.
I watch as he does the same.
And then without another word, he takes my hand and pulls me back to the master bedroom. He doesn’t even ask. We both know what’s about to happen.
I follow him into the room, and it’s almost completely dark.
He switches on a low-level light, and then, he comes over and stands before me. His large frame overwhelms my own.
He’s gentle with me. He takes my hand and leads me over to the oversized bed.
“Sit,” he says.
I do what he says.
I sit down on the silky bed sheets and practically writhe out of my skin. I want him so bad.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says as he comes down between my thighs.
I shiver.
He snatches my delicate thong to the side so he can have full access to me.
The moment I’ve been waiting for my entire life is upon me. And I know it’s true by the feel of his tongue grazing the inside of my pussy lips.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
I’ve never had a man do this to me.
He slides his large hand along my belly and pushes me down onto the bed.
He pulls my lacy black dress up over my head. I’m lying before him, wearing nothing but my new black lingerie.
He pulls the thong, breaks it, and then spread my legs out wide.
Heats pulses between, lust in the air, and there’s no escape.
I just have to feel everything. I give into the moment, to the feeling of his tongue sliding along my wetness.
I gasp, wanting to contain the feelings that threaten to overwhelm me.
He’s seducing me on a sensual and a spiritual fucking level. I’ve never felt this way before. There’s no breaking away from it.
There’s no escaping him, not ever. I know that now as I feel his tongue circling around my clit. And then he sinks a couple fingers inside of me.
I arch my back and moan. I tangled my fingers in his hair, hoping he’ll stop and give me a moment to breathe.
But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, searching for and pushing and pulling the ecstasy out of me.
I’ve never had an orgasm before. I don’t know what to expect.
But the waves of pleasure rising within me threaten to crash and cascade and fall.
And I’m afraid of the outcome.
“No, I’m not ready. I can’t do this,” I say to him.
“You can,” he says with conviction.
And with that, I’m his.
I submit, and let go, and release.
It only takes a couple of strokes of his fingers inside of me for it to happen.
That’s how much I’ve wanted him, I guess.
And as I descend and ascend at the same time into the heightened realms of bliss, I know my world is shaken.
There’s no going back.
I don’t want to go back.
I want only him.
Nate
She looks like a fucking Barbie doll spread out on my bed.
Her face is fucking perfect. Her body is fucking perfect.
And in this moment, as she comes for what I know is the first time, her response to me is fucking perfect.
I own this girl. I know that now.
And I’m about to make sure of it.
She whispers my name.
“Nate, fuck. No more. That was too intense,” she says.
But as I release my mouth from her sweet cunt, I see her face is shining and bright. She fucking loves it.
And it’s the perfect way to warm my girl up. Because she’s about to experience something like no other.
My cock is aching to be inside of her.
I stand up and look down on her as I remove my belt.
My gaze is set on her as I take off my shirt. I drink in the curves of her smooth body.
“Take your lingerie off,” I say to her with a raspy tone.
Without breaking away from my gaze, she does as I ask.
She unclasps her bra and exposes to me her perfect tits. She’s more beautiful than anything I could’ve imagined.
Her thong is already gone. I made sure of that.
And now she’s mine. Spread naked before me on my bed.
It’s a beautiful sight, a dream like nothing I could’ve imagined.
Then, I see her eyes grow big as I step out of my pants, and she looks at my thick, twelve-inch cock.
I can tell she wants it, and I can tell she’s scared.
She should be.
But of course, I’m gonna go easy on her. It’s her first fucking time, after all.
I stroke my cock and look down at her.
“Are you ready for this Sienna? Is this what you want?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she says almost inaudibly.
“Good,” I say, starting to lean over her.
I position the tip of my cock right at the opening of her wet little slit. She’s
so ready for me, it’s unbelievable.
I push in a little bit and watch her expression. I want to be careful not to hurt my princess too much.
She gasps out and says, “Nathan, my god.”
I slide in a little bit deeper, breaking her hymen. Her face scrunches up in pain.
I keep my cock there, letting her acclimate to my size. I bend down and brush my lips against her own. She kisses me furiously as if that can somehow delay the inevitable.
I’m about to enter her fully, and the way her pussy is clenching down around me lets me know she’s ready for it.
“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking goddamn tight,” I say through clenched teeth.
Being inside Siena is like nothing I could’ve prepared myself for. Being connected to her in this way is unstoppable and fucking addictive.
I want more, and more, and more.
I finger her clit, helping to lessen some of the pain she might be feeling.
“Nathan,” she says, sliding her hands to my hair.
She pushes my strong shoulders back as if that could stop me. I know she wants it. I know she’s ready.
She just has to trust me.
“Oh fuck,” she says, squirming underneath me.
I know she’s trying to get away, from the intensity of it all. But the only way out is through. She’s gonna have to go through this with me.
And I’ll show her that it’s all gonna be alright.
“It’s okay baby, just trust me,” I say, sliding in another inch or so.
I rub her clit to soften the blow, and it does. Her face turns into an expression of pleasure. She’s starting to get the hang of it.
“It’s too much Nate. It’s too intense. I can’t do it,” she says.
“You’re already doing it, baby, you’re doing just fine,” I say.
I stay in her for a while just like this. I circle my thumb around her clit, and soon, I see the waves of pleasure starting to emerge within her once again.
I hold my cock nice and still and let her come violently around me.
That’s two.
“Good fucking girl,” I say.
And I take this moment, this climax of her pleasure, to slide all the way in.
She cries out in pain and pleasure.
I slide out and in again. Over and over.
I can’t get enough of her sweet tight little pussy.
It’s mine.
She’s mine.
“Fuck, oh my god,” she says in between breaths.
