by Nikki Chase
“Is that what this is?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Come on. I don’t need to kidnap you. You’d come with me anyway.”
Sophia shrugs. “Eh. That’s true, I guess.”
“That said, if you had refused to come with me, I would’ve kidnapped you.”
Sophia nods. “That’s acceptable.”
I laugh. “You were wrong, by the way.”
“What?” she asks.
“This is the way to Ashbourne. The long way.”
“Oh. Why are we taking the long way?”
“There’s something I want to show you,” I say.
“Is it a creepy shrine you built to me?”
I chuckle. “Yeah. That’s exactly it. But I assure you, it’s not creepy. It’s very tasteful.”
“Ooh, now I’m interested. Do you have a statue or just photos?” she asks.
“Just photos—framed,” I say.
“Fancy.”
“And some candles, of course.”
“Of course. I’d be offended if there weren’t any candles,” she says in a serious voice.
I smile as I turn onto a small, unpaved path into the woods.
“I like how even the road leading to the shrine sets the mood,” Sophia says.
“Okay, I hope you’re not disappointed … but there’s no shrine.”
“Damn it. I knew it sounded too good to be true.”
The smile on my face stretches wider across my face. “But, I hope you’ll like what I’m about to show you anyway.”
Eli
“Wow, this is beautiful,” Sophia says, her breath caught in her throat.
I smile as I watch her eyes widen, taking in the view in front of us.
Ashbourne looks like a miniature town from up here, like the ones that make an appearance in Christmas movies.
The ground and the roofs are white, indistinguishable from one another until I look closer. Grey asphalt peek through the cover of snow. Dark branches hang low, snow resting on them and icicles pulling them down.
“It’s even better in spring,” I say.
“Oh, I can imagine. Green grass and little wildflowers …” Sophia smiles and takes a deep breath as she gazes at the view. She seems to suddenly realize I’m staring at her and turns to look at me. “I mean, it’s no shrine, but it’s nice, too.”
I grin. “I’ll build you a shrine if you want it that much.”
“Eh, don’t bother. It feels weird now that you’re only doing it because I want you to. It doesn’t feel sincere.”
“Oh, that’s why a shrine would be weird, huh?” I ask. “Okay.”
“So … any particular reason why you brought me here?” she asks, leaning back in her seat.
“Well, it’s along the way and we’re not in a rush,” I answer. “I found this place some time after you left town for college. I come here when I need a place to be alone with my thoughts. Often, while I was here, I wished I could bring you here.”
“And now, you have,” she says, giving me a smile as she rubs my arm with her delicate hand.
“There’s another reason this place has been on my mind.” I take her hand and kiss the back of it then hold it in mine. I’m never letting this hand go. “Earlier today, when it seemed like there was a good chance I would come home alone, I thought I’d spend some time here first.”
“Eli …” Sophia says with a sigh. There’s sadness in her eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you … If you change your mind, you can—”
“I’m not changing my mind, princess,” I cut her off before she can finish her sentence.
She hesitates. “Well, if you ever do—”
“Never.”
Sophia’s lips quirk up into a smile, although her eyes remain foggy. “Let me finish, will you?”
“No. I won’t even let you entertain the idea. It feels like you keep trying to run away from me and it makes me want to lock you up and tie you to a chair.”
“Or a bed.” Sophia shoots me a naughty smile.
Despite the somber mood just seconds ago, I laugh. “Yeah. Or a bed.”
“I won’t run away from you again, Eli,” she says. “I’ll be honest with you from now on. I’m just asking you to be honest with me, too. If something’s bothering you, don’t make your own decision without talking to me first. Don’t presume to know what’s best for me.”
“That goes for you, too.” I squeeze her hand. “Even if you think you’re doing something for me, that may not be what I want. Or need.”
Sophia nods solemnly.
“Now, there’s something else I want to discuss.” I stare at her with a serious face. “Tell me more about how you want to be tied to a bed.”
Sophia laughs. “There’s no bed anywhere near here, so there’s no point talking about it, right?”
“I disagree.”
She looks around. “I want to say you also don’t have anything to tie me up with, but I don’t know what kind of supplies you bring with you in your truck these days.”
I grin.
“That said, though … I have to admit being in this car reminds me of … you know.” Sophia gazes at me from underneath her lashes, smiling coyly.
I swear Sophia’s going to be the death of me.
She made me laugh. She made me cry on the drive to the city when I thought about how hard it must be for her to live with her secret and hide if from me. She terrified me when I thought I was about to lose her forever.
And now, with just one look from her big, beautiful eyes, she’s making my cock twitch in my jeans.
“Yeah. I remember, too. I’ve had this truck for a long time.” I put my hand on her face, lean closer, and claim her full, soft lips. I pull away just as she begins to kiss me back. I say, “You’re talking about this, right? The first time we kissed?”
“Not really,” Sophia says into my mouth. “There were a few other things we did in this truck.”
“Oh, like this?” I put my hand on her chest and give her a squeeze.
Sophia giggles as she pulls her top off and leans in to kiss me again. She doesn’t need to give me any more encouragement.
I ravage her mouth, nibbling on her plump lips and sweeping inside with my tongue.
Earlier today, I thought I was never going to taste these lips again. And now, that’s exactly what I’m doing. That’s what I expect to keep doing for the rest of my life.
I unhook Sophia’s bra and slip my hand under the cups, grabbing her tits as I lean her back.
She’s right. This does bring back some memories …
Sophia’s lips were just as hot then, too, when we kissed in that deserted parking lot under the moonlight. Full, delicate, and absolutely irresistible.
I had been checking out her lips for months when I finally decided to kiss her. I liked her so much I took things slow. I didn’t want to scare her away.
She was so much younger than me, after all. And, despite the rumors going around in school, she was completely inexperienced.
“Getting déjà vu?” Sophia asks breathlessly, pulling away from me as her fingers grip my arms.
“A little, yeah,” I answer.
I glance down at her lips. They’re wet and red from the kiss. From my kiss.
Sophia moves closer, eager for more.
She has changed, though, compared to those early days. She’s more confident. More self-assured. She knows what she wants now. She’s definitely not inexperienced.
I smile to myself as I think about how I taught her everything she knows about making her body feel good.
Before I can even help it, my mind starts to reflect on the other men she has been with in the seven years we were apart. She hasn’t mentioned anything about them, but that doesn’t mean nothing has happened.
Sophia is an attractive woman, and she was trying to forget me …
I pin her down and crush my lips against hers, trying to erase all her memories of other men and replace them with wh
at I’m doing right now.
If only I’d never let her go, then she would’ve only been mine and mine alone. It was all my fault, and I can only hope she won’t resent me for thinking I could let her go and move on all those years ago.
It was a stupid, youthful mistake. One I will never repeat.
Sophia puts her hands on my chest and pulls away from my kiss again. Fighting for air, she says, “You don’t have stickers on your dashboard anymore. I remember when I was lying down, at eye level, there was this one sticker that—”
I put my hand over her lips. “If you don’t stop comparing every single thing that’s different between now and then, I’ll have to shut you up myself.”
Sophia doesn’t speak a word—not that she can say anything with my hand covering her mouth. But I can feel the instant change in her demeanor.
The erratic rhythm of her breathing. The sweet submission in her eyes.
She likes it when I take control and tell her what to do—or not to do, in this case.
I grab her wrists and push them over her head, then I tie them together with the the shirt she took off. I bite her bottom lip, hard. and I whisper against her mouth, “Now, all I need is something to shut you up, and then you’ll be ready for me to use.”
A half-smile works its way across my face as I watch Sophia’s chest rise up and down rapidly, her pupils dilating.
I fumble with her fly and take off both her jeans and panties. My gaze roams all over her curves, taking in her full tits, her narrow waist, and her flared hips. I take my time until she squirms out of self-consciousness.
I don’t see why she needs to be embarrassed. Her body is fucking perfect.
“Open your mouth,” I order.
Sophia follows my demand so readily, my cock stands up at full attention. It throbs so hard it almost hurts. I was planning to take this slow, but I can’t. Not when she looks like that.
I straddle her head and pull out my cock, watching in anticipation as she licks her lips.
“Stay,” I say.
I press the head of my cock against her plump, wet lips, moving back and forth to rub myself against her, trying to hold myself back but knowing I will fail.
Giving in, I slide my cock in, pulling back when it looks like she’s struggling. There’s something arousing about her eagerness to please me, her willingness to literally gag on my cock just to make me feel good.
“Good girl,” I tell her, knowing she likes it. “If you take all of me, you may touch yourself.”
Sophia slackens her jaw and matches the rhythm of her breathing to my thrusts. Gradually, I slip deeper and deeper inside, feeling her accepting me into her throat.
“Take it, princess,” I say in a hoarse voice.
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as I slide all the way inside her, my balls pressing against her chin. I pull away when her eyes start to water.
I reach behind me and feel her pussy. Just as I thought, she’s wet.
“Good girl. Touch yourself,” I tell her as I undo the restraints around her wrists. “And open your mouth.”
This time, I pump all the way into her throat until I can feel the warmth and the pressure all the way to my tailbone. This must be what heaven feels like.
I breathe shallowly as I watch Sophia close her eyes and open her mouth. She must be rubbing her pussy now, so turned on by the act of pleasuring me that she can’t help herself.
Sophia sucks me harder and I groan, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling, hard. It only makes her hand move more quickly, playing with her clit. A moan emerges from deep inside her, and I can feel the vibrations of her throat on my dick, making me lose my mind.
“I have to fuck you now,” I say.
I pull myself out of Sophia’s mouth and slide down her body until I’m positioned between her spread legs.
There’s not much space in my truck, but at least there’s padding over the central console which makes for a flat, cushy, makeshift bed in moments like this.
Sophia watches me with heavy-lidded eyes. Her mouth is open in a silent moan as her fingers continue to play with her pussy.
I grab her wrist and abruptly stop her. Giving her a crooked smile, I tie her hands together again.
Sophia groans in protest. “I was almost there.”
“Did I say you could make yourself come?” I ask.
“No,” she says softly, reluctantly. Even though it’s getting dark outside, I can see her cheeks are flushed red with arousal. “But, I was so close … Please let me continue.”
“No, and I should punish you for almost coming without permission.
Sophia pauses. “Are you going to fuck me now?” she asks, biting her lower lip.
“I was about to, but I just remembered something I need to do first.”
“What is it?” Sophia asks.
“You talk too much. I need to shut you up.” I find her panties on the seat next to her waist and ball it up. Holding it up for her to see, I say, “Consider this your punishment. Now, open your mouth.”
Sophia whimpers but I can tell from her eyes that she doesn’t care much what I do to her at this point. She just hopelessly, desperately needs to get off. And she’d do anything if I take her there.
She parts her lips, and I stuff her panties inside her mouth, knowing she can almost taste herself.
“And now, I’ll fuck you,” I say, smirking.
I line the head of my cock with her opening and slide in. She’s so soaked and slippery I easily slam all the way inside her.
Sophia lets out a muffled moan. She moves her arms down to put them around me, but I pin them up over her head, limiting her range of motion.
Her hips lift off the seat, undulating like she’s begging me the only way she can to fuck her harder. She writhes on my cock, her body shuddering with arousal and frustration as I deliberately take it slow, sliding my cock all the way out before driving it back in.
Sophia wraps her legs around me and meets my thrusts, making it impossible for me to hold myself back. I start to fuck her harder and faster, plunging my cock in and out of her tight, clenching pussy.
I stare deep into her eyes, watching her lose focus. She knits her eyebrows in concentration, her jaw dropping open, letting some of her panties fall out of her mouth.
My heavy balls slap against her ass as cum boils inside me. Her tits are rocking back and forth, grazing against my chest. I grab her hair as her pussy quivers around me, sending her over the edge.
Even though her hands are tied, Sophia slaps her palms against the leather seat and moans through the panties in her mouth. Her body locks up as her pussy throbs so hard I explode inside her.
My body convulses as jolts of pleasure overwhelm my senses. I pull her hair harder as I shoot rope after rope of cum deep into her pussy.
As I come down from my climax, I loosen my grip on Sophia’s hair and pull her panties out of her mouth.
I need to hear her say it again.
“Tell me you’ll always be mine, princess.”
She looks up into my eyes, her face a picture of sated bliss. A smile plays on her lips. “I’ve always been yours, Eli.”
“I said tell me you’ll—”
“I know,” she says, her breathing still heavy and erratic. “And I’ll always be yours.”
Finally.
Fucking finally.
After all those years of waiting, after fighting against all the barriers that stand in our way, Sophia really is mine.
She always will be. I’ll make sure of it.
I’ll fuck her like a slut—the way she needs to be fucked, the way no other man can fuck her—and treat her like the princess that she is the rest of the time.
I’ll ruin her for other men so she’ll never be able to find someone to take my place.
Epilogue
Sophia—Seven Years Later
“Daisy! I didn’t know you were in town!” I walk behind the counter of Bertha’s Cupcake to give the woman a big h
ug.
“We just got in this morning.” She points at her husband, Caine, who’s sitting at a table with Bertha. “And he’s already bugging her about her bookkeeping.”
I shift my gaze toward the table at the back where a handsome man wearing khakis and a button-down shirt is pointing his index finger at a thick, physical book.
Bertha, distracted by us coming in, ignores him. Instead, she waves and grins at us.
I wave back then turn to Daisy, grimacing. “She still hasn’t switched to a computerized system?”
Daisy laughs. “What do you think?”
“Hi, Daisy,” Eli says as he herds the kids through the glass door.
“Hi, Eli. Oh my God, is that you, Nicole? You’re a teenager now,” Daisy gushes. She’s a sweet woman who loves kids, and we can go on for hours just trading mom tips.
“Yeah.” Nicole gives her a smile. “Hi, Daisy.”
Eli puts his hands on Ariana’s and Astrid’s shoulders. “Say hi to Daisy, kids.”
The girls shyly wave and greet Daisy.
After moving back to Ashbourne, I worked at Bertha’s Cupcakes for a few years and got to know her family even though they don’t live in town.
Her husband, now retired, lives here in Ashbourne, too. According to Daisy, he used to be a micro-manager handling multiple billion-dollar businesses. But these days, he takes it easy and doesn’t even want to hear any of Caine’s work-related news from the city.
Obviously, he doesn’t help with Bertha’s bookkeeping either. Aside from dropping in to eat some cupcakes and flirt with his wife, he doesn’t have much to do with the shop.
Daisy touches my belly. “How far along are you again? I keep forgetting?”
“Seven months now.” I give her a big grin. “On my last visit, the doctor told me he’s looking really good.”
“That’s wonderful news.” Daisy knows about my problems with infertility and shares my excitement over this miracle pregnancy.
“Yeah, and to think I thought I was deathly ill when I first felt the pregnancy symptoms.” I giggle.
“I don’t blame you. Pregnancy can be really rough … from what I can remember, anyway.”
We pause our little chat as Eli and the kids place their orders. Daisy and I grab a bunch of cupcakes with pink frosting and put them on a big, fancy plate.
