by J. L. Beck
“And I can easily take that income away at any point and time, little lamb….” I bit the inside of my cheek as emotions swarmed me. I couldn’t let him do that. I would have to do what was needed to get by for now.
“But would you…?” I challenged him, feeling more awake now than I ever had before. His dress slacks fell to the floor, his belt clattering against the wood. The sound resonated through me, echoing a reminder of something I should never forget. Fox was in control and always would be, as long as I remained under his thumb. If he told me now to bend over so that he could fuck me, then I would have no option but to do so. After all, that was why I was here…
He stroked his semi-hard cock in his hand and I eyed it, wondering what was going to take place.
“Roll over…” he ordered gruffly, and I did so, rolling over to my belly without another word. A deep laugh erupted from his chest just as I placed my cheek against the soft sheets, the noise forcing me to turn my head and look at him. What was so funny? The laughter met his eyes.
“I rolled over, just as you asked me,” I confessed, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. I didn’t know what I had done wrong.
“You're so eager for my cock, little lamb, that the second I tell you to roll over, you do so, arching your back and showing that sweet virginal pussy off..."The crude words he spoke turned me on, burning a path of arousal straight to my core. “What you don’t realize is, as much as I would love to fuck you right now, I know it’s not right, so when I said,” Roll over," I meant move over so I can get in the fucking bed too.”
Realizing what he meant now, I pushed up off my belly and scooted to the far side of the bed. The sheets were cold beneath my legs, even though the embarrassment that burned my cheeks should’ve warmed me. It was hot enough, after all.
Fox must’ve seen my embarrassment, because as soon as he was in the bed and beneath the covers, he was pulling me across the mattress and into his warm arms.
“I wasn’t trying to make it seem like I wanted you to fuck me. I just didn’t want to disobey you…” I tried to cover up my arousal and lick the wounds that I had given myself silently.
“Shhh, little lamb. There is nothing wrong with wanting the sly fox to take a bite out of you. I don’t blame you at all. In fact, if I were you, I would be rolling onto my belly and arching my back for this cock often.” His smugness was enough to make me want to throat punch him.
“You’re not making this better,” I grumbled into his chest. All of this should’ve bothered me, the cuddling, the bed sharing, and me wearing his clothes but I couldn’t lie and say I there wasn’t a possibility that I could get use to this.
“Go to sleep, lamb.” He smoothed his large hand over my hair, trying to soothe me, or at least it seemed that way. Fox didn’t seem like he had a gentle bone in his body but when he touched me right now, all I felt was his soft caress. I promised myself then, that no matter what happened after this, I would always remember this special moment with him. That he could be gentle and maybe even kind.
“Goodnight, Fox.” I risked my neck calling him Fox instead of Master, but he said nothing, just hummed a silent tune in my ear, calming me and making me feel like I actually stood a chance here.
As my eyes drifted closed and Fox held me tighter against his chest, the lie I had told him and everyone else to get here, weighed heavily on my shoulders. Still, telling him the truth wasn’t an option, which meant I couldn’t fall for him. I couldn’t fall for this side of him. The sweet side that I was sure he never showed to anyone.
“Little lamb… Little lamb….” He whispered in my ear, right before I slipped into darkness, wondering if I could pull all this off without hurting anyone.
I didn’t sleep, like ever, but last night in bed with Raven, I slept, and I slept hard as hell. When I awoke, Raven was still asleep, her head snuggled into my neck, her soft breaths falling against my cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. I had been a bit shocked that she was wearing one of my shirts to bed and even more shocked at how willing to she was to let me fuck her.
I needed to shake off these feelings, whatever they were, that seemed to be forming in my cold heart. I had no room for love, or even lust in my life. Not in the line of work I was in. Smith Industries needed me, and some little girl with a virgin pussy and soft eyes wasn’t going to take that away from me.
I looked down at her peaceful sleeping form one last time before getting out of bed and entering the bathroom. I didn’t bother turning around to look at her, knowing that, no matter how I felt, nothing could change what either of us were born into. I was a businessman and one of the meanest on Wall Street. My mother would hate the man I had become had she lived long enough to see me at this point and time in my life.
Turning the shower knob to burn-your-skin-off hot, I stepped in under the spray of water. My body sank against the tile wall, as my hands went straight to my cock. The emotions that Raven stirred in me weren’t ones I wanted to acknowledge, but I could acknowledge this….My cock. The attraction and need it had towards Raven. I could definitely acknowledge that.
I gripped my length tightly, stroking it gently at first, my mind planting the image of Raven on her knees sucking me off. Her perfect pouty lips were wrapped around my length and her dark eyes were glued to mine, begging for my approval.
“Dear Lord…” I moaned quietly, not wanting to wake the little sleeping lamb in the room just on the other side of the door. My strokes became rougher and I moved my hips as if I was fucking Raven.
Every breath I exhaled came out in a pant and pretty soon my toes were curling into the tile floor and my head was tipping back as pleasure shot through me, my hot seed landing against the tiled shower wall.
I was still panting, my heartbeat thudding loudly in my ears. I had loads of sex with all different kinds of women but no one, and I mean no one,
caused me to beat off like the image of Raven had. I was content beating off to her image in my mind, until I realized she was under my skin.
“Fuck, this can’t happen again,” I growled to myself, washing away the reminder that Raven had once again made me weak for her. When finished I opened the shower door and grabbed for the towel I had hanging next to the shower. I wrapped it around my midsection, but stopped as soon as my eyes landed on Raven, who was standing just on the inside of the bathroom door looking all kinds of curious.
“Can I help you, little lamb?” I snarled. I needed to up my game. I needed to make her weak and helpless. I needed to break her fragile spirit.
“I just heard you making a lot of noise in here and wanted to make sure everything was okay…” There was confusion that lingered on her features and I realized then that she didn’t understand how I had gone from being so gentle and kind the night before, to being a total asshole just now.
“Oh I’m fine, more than fine actually. I was just thinking about you, lamb…” I pushed away the pounding of blood in my ears as I took a step towards her, dropping my towel to the floor. She eyed me hesitantly, her sweet little mouth dropping.
“I thought you wanted to wait.” Her eyes refused to meet mine as she looked straight at the floor, her face falling in shock and pain. I never said I was a good man, hell, I remember telling her time and time again that I was a bad man, but looking at her now as her small frame shook with fear, I wondered if I could follow through with taking her virginity.
“You thought wrong…” I pounced, gripping her by the arm and pulling her over to the vanity in front of the mirror. “Put both your hands against the vanity and don’t move them. If you do, I won’t let you cum.” She bit her lip and nodded her head yes in understanding. Pressing a hand to her back, I bent her over the vanity, my mind going a million miles an hour while I tried to figure out what the hell it was that I was doing.
I lifted the back of my shirt and examined her plump ass. It was creamy white and would look good with a few pink welts across it. I smirked in the mirror, knowing exactly what I was going to do to the l
ittle lamb that had been caught in the lion’s den.
“Has anyone ever fucked this before…?” I questioned, one of my fingers slipping down her ass cheek and in the direction of her puckered asshole. I might not be able to handle taking her virginity when it came to her pussy, but her asshole, well, that was another story.
“No, Fox…” The fact that she said my name instead of Master infuriated me, so I lifted my palm and landed a hard slap against her right ass cheek. A shriek of pain slipped from her lips as I soothed the pain away with the same hand I delivered it with. She would soon understand that my kindness only went so far.
“Master, lamb. You call me Master. I am your owner. You belong to me. You may have gotten away with calling me Fox last night, but you don’t know me well enough to do that just yet…”
I caressed her ass cheek once more before spanking her again, but this time on the left ass cheek. Except this time something was different, she was ready for my touch. Her finger nails scraped against the vanity as she arched against my hard cock. A breathy moan fell from her lips as I massaged the pain away and spanked the other cheek.
“Oh God…” she panted, her ass grinding against my groin harder than it ever had. She was dripping wet with need and I refused to let her cum.
“You cum when I say, little lamb. Do you hear me?” I growled against her ear, as my finger slipped down to her hot cunt. I dipped two fingers inside her, testing to see how wet she was for me.
“I’m dripping for you, Master.” My eyes met her lustful gaze in the mirror, her big beautiful brown eyes were begging me to take her, to bend her to my will until she was shaped into exactly what I wanted.
“Bend over more. I want your chest horizontal with the vanity.” She did as she was instructed almost immediately while I licked my lips, for I was about the feast on the most delicious pussy in all the world.
“Please fuck me…” she begged me, as I pumped the two fingers I had inserted deep inside her cunt hard. She was whimpering mess, and right on the edge of cumming when I pulled all the way out of her, swirling her wetness on my fingers and trailing it up to her tight asshole.
“I’m going to make you cum so hard your legs will shake, and no one, and I do mean no one, will ever live up to this orgasm that I give you…” My cock pulsed, begging me to slide into her balls deep, but I refrained, knowing that this was for her. My little lamb.
With her wetness against my fingers, I slipped my pinky into her butthole, a shriek of pleasure and maybe even pain erupted from deep within her chest.
“Breathe, little lamb…” I spoke softly against her ear, placing an encouraging kiss there as well. I could hear her exhale and then inhale as I worked the tight little hole. Before either of us realized it, she was moaning deeply, her body lifting as she leaned her back against my chest. I worked a second finger deep inside her ass once I knew she was ready. As soon as I started pumping in and out of her with the two fingers, I brought my other hand around to the front of her, so that I could pay some special attention to her clit.
With two fingers pumping in and out of her asshole and my other hand strumming against her clit, I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before her eyes were rolling in the back of her head.
“It’s too much… Too much…” She squirmed and I held her tighter against my chest, refusing to let her pass up this orgasm. Her legs buckled, and her body shook as her asshole squeezed my fingers tightly, almost pushing me out.
“Cum, little lamb, cum like my cock is eight inches deep in you. Cum like you never have before…” I envied my fingers once again because, not once, but twice they had been in virgin territory, a place I desired to go to more than anything with Raven. Her body shuddered against mine and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She looked so fucking pure and perfect as she fell apart. Like nothing could taint that angelic light she emitted.
She collapsed in my arms moments later, a pleasured sigh the only thing that left her lips. As I held her, her eyes half shut and her shallow breaths filling the room, I realized that there was a chance that I could be falling for this woman.
A woman I knew nothing about, a woman that had somehow weaseled her way under my skin in a matter of seconds of meeting me.
The desire to know more about her was overwhelming. What was her favorite color? Did she drink coffee? Or like flowers? The questions kept coming, each one slamming into my gut harder than the last. When I finally placed her fragile body in the bed we shared, I was gasping for air.
I needed to find a way to let go of the feeling I had. I needed to talk to Seth, and I needed to do so right now. With Raven nearly asleep, I got dressed and slipped from the bedroom wondering if, when I came back to this room, I would be the same man.
Patience. Most would say I had none, and those that did, well, they were right. If I asked to have something done in a timely manner and the job wasn’t finished, you can bet your ass someone was going to be a hurting unit for not following through.
Which explained why Tony was now on the ground holding his knee against his chest, tears of pain streaming down his cheeks.
Pussy. Men didn’t cry over pain. They cried for death… or loss, but never pain. Pain was weakness leaving the body and this man, Tony, he reeked of weakness.
“I asked you a week ago for answers, Tony. Answers I know you have. You knew the girl. You knew what she needed the money for and yet you hide the very simple information from me.” I stood, the crowbar weighing heavily in my hands. I had promised my brother answers and I never let my family down.
“Okay, okay, okay. She begged me to keep it a secret and since she was doing it from the kindness of her heart for someone she loved, I promised I would…” I narrowed my eyes, it all suddenly coming to me.
“You mean to tell me she sold herself for money, not for herself, but for someone she loves?” I gestured for one of my men to pick up the pitiful excuse of a man off the floor so I could look him in the eyes.
“Yes, Sir… She did it to save her mother. I do not know the details, Sir, just that she needed the money for things at home.” I rubbed a hand a long my jaw. It made sense, but it also meant I still needed to do some digging and, honestly, I hated having to dig in more than one place.
“You know more… I’m sure of it,” I hissed out, raising the crowbar and landing a hard blow against the asshole’s injured knees. A sob ripped from his throat as he sagged against my guard.
“Fuck…” He started to breathe hard. Didn’t he realize by now that I wasn’t a man to be messed with? If you lied to me I would bury you six feet under.
“I will give you one more chance, Tony… Who is her mother? I want names.” I licked my lips in anticipation of spilling this asshole’s blood.
“Alright, her name is Grace. That’s all I know. I swear.” I looked him straight in the eyes and knew that he was being truthful. Now that I had a lead I needed to dig deep into my bank account so that I could get the rest of the information I needed.
“Good…” I held the crowbar underneath his chin and looked him square in the eyes. “Lie to me again, Tony, and I will set this entire establishment on fire, with you and your entire family inside it. Do you understand me, fuckhead?” My tone was condescending, but I was anything but joking. I would rip the fucker to shreds if he withheld information from me again.
Lifting the crowbar in the air, I landed a blow to the side of the asshole’s head, his body going limp in my guard’s arms.
“Let him go,” I ordered, and my guard dropped him like he was a burning piece of wood. Frustration settled into my bones. Grace… The name bounced around inside my head longer than it should have.
That name… Grace Miller. I had heard it somewhere before. I closed my eyes, trying to jog a memory from somewhere deep in the confines of my dark mind. I walked out of the underground nightclub and to my SUV that was parked outside waiting for me.
I pulled out my iPhone and opened the secure background checking app I used nea
rly every day. I typed in Grace’s name and the small amount of information I had on her, including date of birth and middle name, which I got from Tony, and watched as the search engine made its decision.
“Bingo,” I spoke out loud, as her name and photo popped up. My hands shook as I read through the information given, her employment and home address. For fuck’s sakes the woman had worked for my father for nearly twenty years. Yet she was sick, and obviously poor enough that her daughter felt the need to sell her virginity to some piece of shit like my brother.
“Where would you like to go, Mr. Smith?” Kalob, my driver, asked, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. I had a decision to make. I could either go talk to my brother and relay the information to him, or I could go talk to my father on my own and better our odds of getting the answers we needed.
I tapped two fingers against my chin, thinking for a fraction of second before answering him. “Take me back to the mansion, but through the back entrance, please. I need to talk to my father alone.” Kalob nodded his head in understanding and put the SUV in drive.
I scanned my phone screen once again, wondering what the hell had happened that caused Grace to quit her job? Had my father fired her for being sick? She could’ve taken time off. I didn’t care about many things but those that had cancer being treated like garbage made my blood boil. Those people were already going through something hard and making things worse for them didn’t seem fair to me. My teeth ground together, a memory of my own mother hitting me in the chest.
“You need to be a big boy, Seth. Take care of your brother, and keep your daddy in line for me.” I couldn’t even look at her, my eyes were swollen with tears and my hands were shaking as I held her weak one in mine.
“I’m not ready to let go of you yet…” I would do anything to keep her here with me, if only for a few more days.
