by Lana Hartley
But...I’m going to be Jacob’s. And it’s terrifying.
I’m infuriated that he thought he could own me. He’s going to show me exactly what being his meant when he returns.
I’m a virgin! I don’t know how to do things an actual man would like, even if I wanted to. He was so good looking, it made me dizzy.
But I didn’t want him just to bend me over and jam his cock in me.
Based on what I saw in the bulge, that was a sizable cock.
My father bought expensive women, brought home floozies, and he just jammed his cock in them in whatever location he was in. In this house, he’s done it dozens of times, and then sent them on their way.
There’s nothing fun or exciting about it, if that’s what Jacob is going to do to me.
It would probably hurt.
I try to calm my breathing. I’ve masturbated a lot. I’ve made myself come.
Maybe it’ll feel good like that, with Jacob. Maybe there’s more to what he had to offer than just shoving his cock in me. Maybe he’d make sure I was wet.
Dipping my fingers into my panties now, I realize that I’m wet already. Somehow, that doesn’t bring me any comfort, and I dip my finger in my mouth.
I taste the tangy flavor of my arousal on my fingers and wonder what it’ll be like for that big cock I’d seen outlined on his bulge to be really deep inside of me. More than my little fingers could do.
That’s when I feel his presence standing right there. My fingers are still in my mouth until I snap my eyes open and see him.
Oh no—did he see me do that? Maybe he thinks I’m gross, and he doesn’t want me.
Why am I afraid of Jacob Renaud’s rejection? Or more importantly, why am I scared of knowing what it meant if he did want me?
“You may not be a bad girl,” he said, closing the distance between us and grabbing my wrist before I could drop my hand to my side. “But you’re a naughty girl.”
I sucked in a breath, and I couldn’t release it.
My brain was screaming, and I could barely hear his next words.
“So, you’re not a virgin? I figured your father would’ve kept you hidden away too well for that to change,” Jacob said.
I took a moment to comprehend his words and then shook my head.
“No—I am,” I said, frightened and trembling out my words.
“That’s interesting,” he said, offering no inflection to explain in any way how he found this interesting.
His hand squeezed my wrist tightly, and he pulled me toward him by my wrist and with the other hand on my lower back. His mouth crushed against mine, and he kissed me.
I’d never been kissed before, but I assumed it was never as intense as this.
His lips closed over mine. His tongue ran over the seam of my mouth, and the slight part of my lips was all the invitation he needed to brush his tongue over mine.
The kiss deepened.
I liked the way his tongue felt on mine, and I kissed him back. I let my own tongue explore his. I kissed his lips, pressed my body harder into his as he crushed mine.
It made me dizzy, but I liked the way that dizzy felt.
Jacob
Little Leah was a perfect, innocent girl moaning into my mouth and grinding her little body against me. That innocence or not, her hot pussy was making searing contact with my thigh, heating me up with her desire. My cock was ready to explode. I needed to sink myself so deep inside of her that she screamed. Her father, the prick, had already begged me to take Leah as payment for the contracts he fucked up. Our merger wasn't happening.
I wasn't even buying him out until his companies were so utterly bottomed out that I was getting a better deal than if I'd picked his trashy assets up at the dollar store.
Peter Waterson's biggest mistake wasn't in underestimating or attempting to trust me, though it would cost him everything. It was that he didn't realize how valuable his virginal daughter was. After I'd just seen her tasting her wet pussy, I might have given Waterson my entire fucking empire to have his daughter. Except for the only reason, I didn't simply take her was because my twisted fucking mind liked it more that I convinced that fuck to give her to me as payment.
Some guys did flowers and candy.
I was going to lick every inch of her sweet little body and make her melt for me, then carry her off to my tasteful fortress. This abandoned little girl was going to be my perfect princess.
Roughly releasing her from my kiss but not my hold on her wrist or her back, I let her breathe. Leah gasped, partially because she needed to breathe, and because I'd assaulted her senses so thoroughly. No one had touched her before, and now I was turning her into my sweet little buffet.
I brought her wrist to my mouth, letting my hot breath entice her for a moment. It would be so simple just to take her now, but where was the elegance in that? I wanted to worship every inch of her body. Leah was divine...the ability to savor every drop of her succulence was a treat for me as much as it would be a revelatory experience for her. And, yes, I am that good. I’m going to lick every part of her so thoroughly that she’s gonna consider it a goddamn religious experience. Yes, I am that skilled. I breathe, slowly, on her skin, and I look into those green-blue eyes that are urging me with their fear-laced arousal. She's interested, but Leah is afraid. Because I'm a beast, that just revs my engines up further. I want to her to have that fear, but I want to watch it melt into her ecstasy. I see the moment when her breath catches in her throat, and that's when the beast pounces. I press my lips to her wrist, kissing where I'd held her so tightly. Her skin is like dark cherries and vanilla. I'm the one having the religious experience right now, tasting her pure innocence.
My eyes lock with hers. Fuck, the way she is looking at me now. I see the shift. Now, she's mine. Leah wants to be mine now. Her soft eyes are begging me for what I have to offer. Her whimpers are anticipation for what's coming. I have to hold the beast back. I want her so goddamn much that the beast could ruin a perfectly good time. I could have her now, in an instant, but I want to be tasting her for hours. Leah is the perfection that I'm going to savor. My lips release the kiss on her wrist, and I touch the tip of my tongue to her wrist now.
Her nose scrunches, and she's confused. I see her bite her lip, though. Baby girl didn't realize how good even something so strange and small could feel. Well, the fucking fireworks on their way are going to rock her entire world.
"You ready, baby girl?" I ask her. My gruff voice manages to sound softer than the beast inside wants to be. I'm not looking to scare her. I'm looking to own her. Fear would only serve to keep her from utterly belonging to me right now, and I want her surrender.
Leah nods up at me. Fuck, she's so innocent. Tainting her purity will be so damn good my cock is ready to rocket off now just thinking about it.
"I can't hear you," I say, letting the beast's menace slip into my voice before I can think to hold it back.
There's a fire in her eyes now. "Yes, Mr. Renaud, sir," she says. She can't possibly know what it does to me to hear those words from her bubblegum lips. Those pretty pink lips should be moaning my name while my scruff paints her thighs with rough tickles.
The hint of danger in my voice brought out the purest, sweetest thing in hers. That would be my goddamn undoing if I didn't painstakingly take every ounce of control I have in me. I tuck my fingers under Leah's chin, making her eyes meet mine again. She'd already cast them downward, and I want her to look at me while I do this.
"I doubt you are, princess, but I promise to be so good to you today. I won't even tie you up this time." She gasps. Riding off that reaction, my other hand balls up her little dress and yanks it off her. "Your panties are all the bondage you'll get today, but I have a feeling you'll enjoy it in the future." The image of her lithe body, porcelain of a precious doll before me now, trussed up in silk ropes makes the beast growl within me. I want to fuck her so bad. "Still, we start slow." Very slow. I'm going to inch her panties down slowly, keeping first her thighs
in place, then her ankles, until she's begging to be free. Then, I'm going to teach my little princess how to ride my face. I want her to come so fucking hard that I'm drowning in her sweet pussy's juices.
"If I say no," Leah starts to say as I'm taking in the sight of her.
"Do you want to say no?" I ask, taking my hands from her now and stepping back.
Instinctively, she brings her hands to cover her breasts. Her arms can cover those beautiful handfuls, but her bare stomach is still enough to keep my cock rock hard. The way she sucks in her lip and stops breathing right now could get me off.
"Don't cover yourself, Leah, you're beautiful," I tell her and try to say nothing so that I can get her to talk to me. There's so much going on in her feisty mind. I want her to give me her confusion and let me take it away, unpainting the canvas of her anxiety with every pleasure I can give her to calm her.
"You've seen so many girls," she sniffles. "I mean, women. You've had experienced women, and I'm just a stupid virgin-"
"Leah-" I interrupt her. Goddamn it, I can't help it.
"Yes, Mr. Renaud?" There's a fear in her voice. The beast fucking loves it, but the man is here, not him. I'm in control, and I don't want her to talk about herself this way. I don't want her to doubt herself. I don't know what kind of life she's had here, but I've already started filling in the blanks. Being a virgin still is the only good thing I imagine has come from this existence.
"Call me Jacob," I say, and I start to walk toward her and don't. Instead, I start to take off my watch.
Her eyes follow the movement. I drop an $80,000 watch on her floor. A $5,000 tie, I loosen from my neck. I would have loved to have put her wrists in it, make her bare her gorgeous breasts, but I'm playing nice. So nice.
"You're not a stupid girl, Leah," I say, working at pulling off my suit jacket and dropping it to the ground. "Say it." I can't be too nice, though.
"I'm not stupid, Jacob," she says quickly, her nerves keeping her on edge. The way she says my name makes me squeeze my belt before undoing it. Another time, this belt would have been kissing her skin before I got to. Not tonight, though. Tonight is satiny, silky, sweetness. Tortur e by pleasure. Pain is something she's going to get the taste for later. Tonight I'll take her so sweetly, and reach deep into the place where she's hiding all her angst and undo it with some earth-shattering orgasms I'll be lapping up with my tongue.
"Correct," I say. I drop the belt, waiting for its thud and then kick off my shoes, removing my socks. "You're also more beautiful, more pure, better than any woman I've ever been with. You're a woman. You don't need to be experienced to be good. You're going to come so hard tonight. You'll not give a damn what kind of pros I've fucked."
She takes a step toward me. It is so small; I'm not even sure that she knows she did it. "You don't care that I'm a virgin?"
"Oh, I care," I laugh. "I love that you're a virgin. Your sweet pussy will never have anyone but me in it, and that's the kind of thing a man like me loves."
"Oh," she says. "And what if I didn't want you to fuck anyone else?"
I regard Leah inquisitively.
"I mean, to have fucked anyone," she mutters quickly, looking down again.
Putting both my hands up in mock surrender, I laugh again. "Well, that would be too bad. Is that something you care about?" I'm asking, and I realize at the moment she inhales before answering, I care deeply about the answer. Not just because it is part of making her comfortable. I want to know what she thinks. How she can be having this effect on me, I don't know. But I'm excited like this is my first time, and I'm not even going to put my cock in her tonight. The beast within is pissed with me, but I want to fuck her on my territory when she's enveloped in my world. Not when she's still in her putrid father's garish castle.
"I do care. If you own me now, as I know my father has offered me...I mean, you're the only one I...sleep with," Leah is talking slowly, not wanting to say fuck with.
"I'm clean if that's what you're worried about." I'm pretty sure that's not what she meant, and I wonder just how innocent Leah is. To expect to be with a man who’s only ever slept with her? I am amazed to have her now. She has me in awe of how pure she is, not just because she's a virgin. She's been sheltered. I'm herding her into being mine, but I won't be putting her from one cage to another. Leah's a girl who deserves to be part of the world. I just can't relent that she'll be mine when she builds that life. I have to have her.
"What?" She looks confused.
"STDs, STIs, I don't have any," I clarify.
Her eyebrows raise. This was certainly not the response she expected.
"But I don't plan to fuck anyone but you, when I do plan to fuck you," I offer her. "You asked me what it would mean if you want me to stop. Do you want me to?"
"No," she whispers and looks me in the eye. "You're taking me from here. You're not going to fuck me," she emphasizes the word 'fuck' now, and it sounds raw coming from her mouth. "I want you to make me come." Her trembling arms drop to her sides, and she balls her fists.
"Good. Because I want you to come hard," I say. My turn to inhale. Hearing the strength in Leah's voice with her declaration ignited my interest in Leah. I finish taking off my clothes, unbuttoning my shirt. I go slower when I see her eyes narrow, her mouth slackens, and her fists unwind. She's watching me, and it makes her little nipples hard. "Like what you see?" I taunt her. I don't imagine she'll say anything back. Maybe a nod.
"Yes," she steps closer to me but doesn't know what to do after.
"Thank you, Leah." There's something about this girl being so nice to me when I'm the fucking asshole who's taking her like she's my possession. I mean, this is who I am. She's a sheltered girl who has always known this would happen to her. Still, it isn't weakness that makes her kind. Leah is strong. "You are beautiful," I tell her, and slide out of my slacks. She holds her breath when I tuck my thumbs into my boxer briefs.
Baby girl is probably about to see her first cock. Her face tells me that when I reveal my massive erection, Leah is not disappointed.
Instead of being coy, I'm desperate to hear more from her. I drop down to my knees before her, kissing the front of her panties. I look up at her. "Do you like the way your sweet pussy tastes, baby girl?"
She doesn't say anything, and I'm not surprised. I trail kisses slowly up her stomach and to the valley of her breasts, stopping to go up to her collarbone and land on her jawline. I dip my hand into her panties, feeling how hot and wet her little pussy is for me.
Leah's arms wrap around me when I tease a finger over her clit. Her knees wobble. I've barely touched her, and she's falling apart around me. Her total undoing is going to be delectable.
"I've got you, baby girl." I press my lips to hers, and she kisses me back. It is more intense than I expected, the way she's kissing me back with all the heat I feel between us. I tease her pussy with my fingers, sliding through the lips and just avoiding the clit. I don't finger her yet. I don't even pay more attention to the clit. With every tease, her hips grind against me, and she kisses me harder. Leah's begging with her body, and I'm going to drag every last second of this out. I may not be rough today, but my tenderness comes with its share of devilishness.
Finally, she breaks the kiss. Her eyes are pleading with me, but she doesn't quite know what to say. I can tell. Interesting. I know she's masturbated before, after how I caught her with her hands in the sweetest little cookie jar, but fuck, there's so much to show her.
Slowly and by my design. I'm a bastard and damn it feels good.
"Something wrong, Leah?" I ask her. "Did you want me to stop?" I ask, teasing, and I start to pull my hand from her panties.
Her hand grabs mine, pushing down. "Yes! Something is wrong!" Leah groans. "No, don't stop, I just, I don't know why you aren't just getting it over with." Her frustration is adorable.
"Oh, never do I want you to feel like this is something to get over with. You deserve a real good time, and that's something that takes all night,
" I tell her, and I thumb her clit in fast circles that widen her eyes and make her nails dig into my arm where she's still holding onto me.
"Well, my father, he fucks girls, and he just slams in and out, and is done with it," Leah manages to get out in a breathy voice while I up the speed on her clit.
"Well, I'm your daddy now, and I know how to fuck." I stop on her clit and sink a single finger into her tight pussy. Her inner walls are squeezing around me, desperate for me to be inside her. "You're mine tonight, all night,” I add a second finger. She's biting her lip, and her pussy is squeezing my fingers hard. “Forever.” She's tight as fuck, and I'm dying to bury my cock in the heaven my fingers have entered.
"Yes, fuck," Leah groans when my other hand squeezes her breast. I squeeze her a little harder than I meant to, but not fucking her is making me crazy. The beast must be sated, and her soft little breasts are their own heaven in my hands. Her tight little body is a perfect instrument for me to compose a masterpiece on. Her moans, groans, and expletives are music to my ears.
She's so goddamn sweet that claiming her is ruining me. No way anyone could be as sweet as my baby girl. "Leah," I say her name. I didn't mean to. Her sweet eyes look up at me and I'm not sure what she's expecting or what I'm saying, but something passes between us. I'm not just the man who owns her now. I'm the man who wants...something more from her. Something I can feel her giving me. I don't know what my brain is on right now but I don't want this feeling to stop, and I'm somehow also terrified. I press a second finger into her and pump her, slower, savoring the way her tight body accommodates me as I fill her up more than she's ever been filled. Leah's stretching for me. Her bright eyes are looking into mine. I pull her against me and walk us toward her bed, dropping us both down and pulling her over my face. I angle her perfect pussy over my face, removing my fingers gently and sucking them clean. Baby girl tastes so damn good on my fingers. I can't wait to have her in my mouth. I feel her thighs tense up, and I say her name again. "Leah, you nervous?" I fucking know she is but the bastard I am, I am going to make her say it. Except I'm not actually trying to torture her. I want her to expel every demon that makes her feel anything but goddamn perfect. Leah is something to behold. There's a strength in her I admire as much as a man can wax poetic about a tight virginal pussy he's about to lick better than any lollipop. I can attest that a man will wax quite a goddamn bit poetic when he feels what I do. My chest is tight, and I'm breathing faster. I'm so fucking hard at the idea of tasting her; you'd think she was on her knees for me now. But tasting her sweet pussy and feeling her come when her soft thighs are shivering around me, and she's quaking from orgasming on my tongue and in my mouth, that will pretty much be as fucking hot for me as it can get.
