What had I been thinking? I’d gotten carried away with the work, with the easy camaraderie, the intense looks Robert shot me sometimes. But it’d been nothing but my imagination. I was nothing to him but a body to fuck, a way to get off, and the proof was in the pudding, right here right now.
But Cleopatra went to her death with her head held high, and I was determined to do the same. So nodding frigidly at Robert, I smiled, forcing my lips to bend.
“Ann-Marie,” I said, voice expressionless. “What brings you here?”
“Well you, of course! And Robert,” she added before dissolving into giggles. “We were so worried after you disappeared, but then Chance told me that his brother hired you to be his secretary. Imagine that! Secretary to the famous Robert James,” she cooed, shooting him a flirtatious look. “You’re so lucky Anna, you get all the breaks.”
Inside, I was frozen. Was that what Robert had told them? So no one thought I was missing, they thought I’d taken a better job working as the personal assistant of Robert James? I guess it was a smart move, it got him off the hook unless I decided to spill the beans. And why would I do that? Suddenly, my kidnapping sounded ludicrous and strange, the lies of a desperate woman. I’d be insane if I told people what happened, so instead, I played along with the farce.
“That’s right,” I said, taking a deep breath and looking Ann-Marie straight in the eye. “Robert hired me as a copy editor, and we’ve been holed up in the woods focused on his next release.” There, that came out okay. “But why are you here?” I added quickly. “What brings you to the forest? I thought you didn’t like nature.”
“Oh no, I love nature,” chirped Ann-Marie. “So long as you have a hair dryer and mascara, I love it!” she giggled. “But Robert invited me here, dummy, he said I needed some time away after my engagement broke up. So ta-da!” she said, spinning around in a circle, golden-red hair flying. “Here I am!”
I could have turned into a pillar of salt at that moment, horrified with her presence. But instead, my mouth pulled into a neutral smile, giving away nothing.
“So you’re just here for a day?” I asked smoothly. “Just a day trip right?”
Ann-Marie trilled merrily but before she could reply, Robert rumbled, those blue eyes glued to my sister’s perfect body.
“Naw, why would you say that Anna?” he growled. “Ann-Marie’s here until she’s better, Chance broke off their engagement suddenly. Stay as long as you like, sweetheart,” he reiterated again, looking straight at my sister. “Mi casa es su casa.”
“Oh thank you!” the redhead laughed coyly. “Yeah, I was feeling pretty bad after Chance broke it off, but this makes it all better,” she breathed, her limpid blue eyes melting into Robert’s, the two of them staring at one another. “All better.”
And I had to leave then. I had to get away, the betrayal hurt too much. Even though on the outside, I looked like a living, breathing person, inside I was a shattered mess, shards of glass lying in disarray on the floor. My heart screamed with pain, lungs barely able to inflate, but I made myself smile.
“Of course,” came my choked reply. “Of course, whatever Mr. Livingston has decided.”
“Oh good!” said Ann-Marie airily, waving one elegant hand in the air. “By the way, can you get my luggage, Anna? You’re a sweetheart. Just put it in Robert’s room,” she added with a devilish gleam in her eye. Robert looked right back into those baby blues, big frame hard and hungry for the svelte redhead, and I almost collapsed then, overtaken by sorrow.
But instead, I kept my back straight.
“Of course,” I said clearly, chin firm. “Of course.”
And with that, Ann-Marie and Robert sailed off into the kitchen for their coffees, leaving me in the foyer as their porter. Of course Ann-Marie wasn’t here for just one day. She had a complete set of luggage with her, leather monogrammed with her initials, surely filled with all sorts of sexy lingerie and cosmetics, stuff to entice Robert with.
And my heart cracked then. Completely splintered into multiple pieces. Now that Ann-Marie and Robert were out of sight, tears began slipping down my cheeks then, hot and fast, dripping off my chin. I swiped at them furiously before grabbing Ann-Marie’s luggage and humping it off to Robert’s room.
Oh god, they were going to sleep together tonight. Oh god, oh god, the man who had taken my virginity, whose semen was dripping out of me still, was going to own my sister’s body tonight. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t. And choking back a muffled sobs, I dropped the luggage in his room with a thump before running up the stairs and burrowing my head in the pillows, the better with which to hide my heart-wrenching cries. I’d been taken for a fool, an utter idiot, and only had myself to blame.
I had to get out of here. I had to make it out of here somehow, some way, I wasn’t sure yet how. But I was going to do it because the injury was too deep, too severe now, a gash on my soul, a sore that wouldn’t stop seeping blood. I couldn’t last another day at the cabin. I had to escape.
And swallowing thickly, I sat on the mattress, looking blankly at my hands. There had to be a way. The sound of flirtatious female laughter mixed with Robert’s deep bass floated up the stairs and my heart shattered all over again, the pain excruciating.
But there was no way to escape right now. It was broad daylight, and Ann-Marie and Robert were expecting me downstairs. Determined to exit with dignity, I wiped at my tears, splashing cold water on my face to jolt the system. Get with it! I screamed at myself. Don’t let him know how bad he’s hurt you. At least take your self-respect with you.
Staring at my reflection, I took a deep breath and nodded. I’d figure this out, some way, but right now, I just needed to be an actress in front of Robert. I just needed some time to think, and then poof! I’d be here one minute, and gone the next. And unfortunately … the big man wouldn’t even care.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Anna
The performance I pulled off that day was one of the best in my life. After the pep-talk in my room, I came downstairs, calm and composed. Maybe my face was a little flushed, maybe there was still a little hitch to my breath, but it’s not like they noticed. The lovebirds were engrossed in one another, staring into each other’s eyes, voices mixing, hardly able to keep their hands off one another.
“Sweetheart,” purred Ann-Marie. “It’s so quiet here! How do you keep yourself entertained?”
“Well, there’s always my work,” growled Robert in return, eyes never leaving the perfect oval of her face, the peachy pout smeared with lip gloss. “Writing takes a lot of energy.”
“Of course!” trilled Ann-Marie, waving a hand airily. “But there’s no TV! There’s no satellite or cable! How do you survive after your work’s done for the day? Don’t tell me you and Anna talk for fun, she’s dull as a doorknob,” laughed her sister.
I bit my lip, clearing the kitchen table. I could tell her what Robert and I did after hours, how he pulled my thighs apart to get a look at my sweet pussy, how he licked between my nether lips before sinking that shaft deep inside. I could tell her exactly how he kept himself entertained, but that wasn’t my place. Because I’d become their maid. Instead of working on his book like usual, instead Robert had taken the day off, lounging in the living room with his paramour, that big body sprawled, relaxed yet tense at once, never taking his eyes off her.
And yes, I was their waitress, their cook, their bus boy, and their servant. Ann-Marie sat perched on the couch like a guest, her legs crossed flirtatiously as they chatted, making small talk. Per usual, I cleaned the kitchen, prepared lunch, did the dishes, mopped the bathrooms, and then made dinner. Ann-Marie was the new lady of the house, and I’d been relegated to invisible status, nothing more than a maid.
But gritting my teeth, I made myself focus. It was better than observing first hand the flirtatious chit chat, the way Robert was mesmerized by my sister wily ways. At least this way, I kept myself busy and avoided the possibility of a complete nervous breakdown in front of them
, dissolving into a horrific mess and embarrassing myself.
So after dinner, Robert and Ann-Marie went to the living room for a drink, while slowly, I did the dishes and mopped the floor. Dead tired, I didn’t bother to poke my head in to say tonight, nor would it have been appropriate. They were clearly into each other, the giggles and deep rumble apparent again, the light tinkle of champagne glasses clinking.
Dragging myself upstairs, I went into my room, determined to shut it out. Robert was gonna do it tonight. He was gonna drill Ann-Marie’s pussy after drilling mine, I’d probably hear a bunch of moans and screams of ecstasy, my sister getting it on with my lover. Oh god, it hurt, and I threw myself into bed, forcing my eyes closed while pulling the pillow over my head. Sleep. That was the only thing that would save me, the only thing that could prevent the awful noises that would start tonight.
And thankfully, a wave of darkness overtook me, my brain dropping off from emotional exhaustion, my body wrung out from too much stress. Eyelids drooping, I slid off into an unconscious state, even if it was choppy seas instead of blissful unconsciousness.
But then a bang awoke me. What in the world? Sitting up abruptly, I pushed hair out of my face, trying to orient myself. What the hell was going on?
But just like the first night, Robert stood in the doorway, that big frame hulking, ominous, staring at me with rage on his face.
“Don’t you ever lock the door,” came a vicious snarl. “You belong to me.”
And suddenly I realized what was happening. Robert wanted to sleep with me. He wanted to sate himself in my sister’s pussy, and then try out mine once more, like he was comparing.
“No!” I screamed, trying to struggle out of the blankets. But it was futile, I was wrapped in them and fell over to the side, tangled and helpless. “No, don’t come in!”
But it was too late. Robert stormed into the room, kicking the door shut behind him and was on me in a moment.
“You don’t ever tell me what to do,” he snarled again before pinning me down. “Little slut.”
And I couldn’t help it, I swear. Because even after everything he’d done to me, my body responded immediately to his proximity. Bare breasts peeked over the white sheets, and oh god, but the crests were pink and aching, stiff to touch. Like an animal, Robert leaned forwards and licked one, then the other, before sucking them into his mouth, letting out male grunts of pleasure.
“No!” I screamed again, pushing at his shoulders even as I pressed my breasts further into his mouth, urging him to take more. “No!”
“Shut the fuck up,” he ground out harshly. “You belong to me,” he growled, one hand moving to stroke between my thighs.
But I couldn’t, it was going too far this time.
“No!” I shrieked once more, squirming away futilely. “You just slept with my sister! Please don’t! Please Robert! Don’t, don’t,” I choked.
The big man didn’t even slow down.
“Yes,” he grunted into my ear before pinning me down and turning me over. “Yes, you’re mine.”
And suddenly that giant dick was in my mouth. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Would it taste of my sister’s pussy? Would some other woman’s female smell fill my nose and mouth, her tangy personal scent coating my lungs with filth?
But instead, it was reassuringly normal, his dick tasted just like always, spicy, slightly musky, and all male. And before I knew it, my mouth had opened wide, jaw loosening, and I was swallowing it all, the deep pink shaft disappearing into my mouth.
“Ummph,” I grunted, mouth so fucked, drool leaking from the corners of my lips. “Unnf.”
“That’s right,” he ground out above me before pulling my labia apart and lapping wetly at my snatch. “That’s right, you exist as Daddy’s cumbucket, you’re Daddy’s sperm receptacle.”
And my pussy gushed wildly then because god, if I could only have one more night with him, then I wanted it to be now. Cream gushed wetly from my twat and the big man drank it all, lapping hungrily between my legs before stroking the bottom of my nub with his tongue, just the way I like.
“That’s right,” he growled ravenously into my folds. “That’s right, you do what Daddy commands.”
I would have thrown my head back to scream with ecstasy, except that my mouth was stuffed full of his thick snake. Instead, all that came out was another delighted “mmmph!”
But Robert understood, and with a deep growl, one more deep lick at my snatch, he began pulling out from my throat. Oh god, it was insane. Inch by inch, his dick reappeared from between my lips, glistening and wet, oh so obscene. And once it was out, Robert’s eyes gleamed wickedly at me.
“That’s right honey,” he rasped. “Now turn over, legs up.”
Like a fuckdoll, I complied, rolling over onto my back, big boobies bobbling, spreading my legs on command. It was so wrong, pink slit oozing with my wetness, the pussy aroma so strong and musky. And I begged him too. Sliding one small hand between my legs, I pulled my labia open, showing him my insides, the hot flesh glistening, his to touch, lick and fuck however he wanted.
“Please Daddy,” came my crying pant. “Please now, now.”
Robert rumbled deeply in his throat, those blue eyes seizing mine.
“Of course baby girl,” he rasped throatily. “Your wish is my command.”
And with that, the big man slid in deep in one stroke. I almost shattered it felt so good, my pussy hugging his shaft, suddenly filled to the brim with man meat.
“Yes,” I moaned incoherently below him. “Yes, oh yes.”
He kissed me then, our lips locking in a swell of passion as he dicked deep inside.
“Unnh yeah,” he grunted, moving his hips. “Unnh yeah, you feel good little girl.”
My pussy clamped around him as I threw my head back, arching my spine, fucked so good.
“Ahh!” I screamed, cunt trembling with small spasms. “Unnnh!”
Robert seized me tighter, swallowing my cries even as he pushed my legs further up.
“Unnnh!” I screamed again into his mouth. The penetration was so deep now that my ankles were up around my ears, stretched like a Gumby doll.
Except Robert wasn’t done yet. He pulled out completely, that dripping wet snake exiting my hole inch by inch, making me cream again with pleasure. But I wasn’t getting another deep dicking in my pussy. Oh no, Daddy had different plans for me this time. Slowly, he slid that shaft down until it circled my bottom hole, the pleats contracting involuntarily at his touch.
“Oh!” I gasped, eyes flying open. “Oh god, Daddy!”
He let out a deep chuckle, hoarse and ravenous.
“Oh yeah,” came that masculine rasp. “Baby takes it in her ass too. You think you can come with Daddy’s cock in your asshole?”
I squirmed frantically beneath him, pussy gushing wetly still.
But I wanted to please him, I desperately wanted to make the alpha happy, this was our last time together. So taking a deep breath, I looked straight into his eyes, willing my sphincter to relax.
“I can try, Daddy,” came my trembling voice, body poised like a butterfly beneath him. “I can try.”
He kissed me then, that big body blocking out all the light above me, hard and muscular, the tip of his club still brushing my sensitive asshole.
“Good,” he grunted. “That’s what I like to hear.”
And slowly, he began increasing the pressure against my pleats, guiding his dicktip in. It was excruciating. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t completely loosen my rectum and my tight hole pushed back at him, refusing to open.
“Slow,” he breathed into my mouth. “Let your butt relax, baby girl, you’ll like it, I promise.”
I took another deep breath, eyes squinched together. Because I wanted to give him something to remember me by, and if hard anal was that gift, then so be it. So forcing my lower half to go loose, I opened my butt and with a pop and a slide, he was in. That penis slid a couple inches up my rectum, my tiny hole so stretc
hed and fucked, and I cried out loud, unable to muffle my shock.
But Daddy was on it. As his dick inched in, that man meat splitting my anus, he growled hoarsely into my ear.
“That’s it,” was his anguished moan. “That’s it, fuck, Baby’s butt is so tight.”
And the big man was powerless. He needed me, he absolutely craved me, and it set me free. Even if it was only for two minutes, even if it never happened again, I had something that he could never take back. So my sphincter loosened fully then and Robert slid in all the way, balls to the wall in my anus. That’s right, I was getting dicked in the bottom by a monster cock, all ten inches of goodness, loving every moment of it.
Moaning throatily, I tossed my head a bit, profile lifting to the sky.
“Ohhh Daddy,” came my breathy gasp. “Oh god, you’re big.”
“That’s right,” he rasped hoarsely in my ear. “And your butt is so. Fucking. Tight.”
Slowly, he began to draw in and out, caressing my anal walls with his big shaft. It was indescribable, my anus so small yet harboring a giant shaft within, rim stretched obscenely by the meat pole. And yet my pussy dripped non-stop, alive with this new sensation, the ooze flowing below to coat our fucking.
“Unnh unnh!” I panted, unable to help myself, butt gripping him more fully. “Unnnh!”
Robert burrowed his head in my shoulder.
“That’s right baby girl, milk Daddy’s cock with your ass. Let that inner butt slut out. Awww FUCK!” he roared. Because I’d exploded. The newness of anal sex combined with the delicious wrongness of having a giant fuckpole in my ass threw me over the edge, and suddenly I was spinning wildly as my bottom contracted, humping like mad, spasming all over his pole.
“Unnnh!” I screamed, biting into one heavy shoulder. “Unnh!”
And at that moment, Robert lost it too.
“FUCK!” he roared once more. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Reams of man milk spurted into my body then, coating my internal cavity, going all the way up my GI tract. I cried out, asshole still milking him, drawing the sweet sperm into my body, not wanting to waste one drop. This was the stuff of life, the personal DNA of my man, and I didn’t want to lose a single ounce. It belonged in me, every which way, in all of my holes, and I loved it all.
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