Paying Daddy’s Debt

by Alexa Riley

  “Where are we going?” she asks without a trace of fear in her voice.

  “Home, sweet Jasmine. I’m taking you home.”

  7

  Jasmine

  Ash takes my bag from me with his free hand, the other still holding my hand, as we exit the building. It’s no longer my home, though it never really felt that way to begin with. A weight lifts from my shoulders as the night air hits my face. I should be freaking out, but I’m not. Maybe now I can try to start over again. I no longer have to worry about my father stealing from me. Maybe I can even get a job.

  Ash pulls me toward the street, and a man wearing a dark suit jumps out of the driver’s side of a limo. He’s almost as big as Ash. He comes around and opens the back door. I pull on my hand, but Ash only tightens his hold.

  “In,” he orders me.

  I take a death breath. “Maybe we can take the bus. One comes every thirty minutes or so.” I nod down toward the bus stop.

  “Why would we take the bus when we have a car?” he questions, shaking his head as if I’m making a joke. He pulls me into the limo and I reluctantly follow him. The car door shuts behind me making me jump, but Ash’s hand comes to rest on my leg. Surprisingly, it offers me comfort. Everything about this man feels comforting. That must be why I’m finding it so easy to go with him. He’s yours, a voice whispers in my mind.

  “What’s wrong?” he queries, concern on his face. His eyebrows pull together, and it’s like he’s unaccustomed to feeling like this. Something about him seems a little dark, but for some crazy reason I don’t feel like that darkness can touch me. I somehow know he would never allow that.

  “I don’t like cars,” I admit. “Buses aren’t so bad. They’re big and lined with windows. I don’t feel so closed in.”

  “Hmm.” His hand on my thigh strokes back and forth. The tips of his fingers hit below the hem of my school uniform skirt. “You should relax, sweetheart. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He leans in as his hand slides up higher under my skirt, and I gasp.

  His mouth falls on mine, his tongue sliding between my parted lips. He tastes warm and sweet, and I find myself leaning into him, enjoying the closeness and connection he’s giving me. I push back, wanting more, deepening the kiss. But he remains soft and lazy as I become urgent. Having never felt something like this, I want to take it all. It’s like someone flipped a switch and my body is alive with excitement.

  I wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to get even closer to him. He moves his hand from my thigh to my hips, and in one tug I’m in his lap, straddling him. But I don’t break the connection with his lips. I keep kissing him and he lets me. His hands softly roam my body as he allows me to take what I need. I feel myself start to rock against him, and it causes a moan to pour from me.

  A rumble leaves his body, a noise that sounds a lot like a growl. His grip on me grows firmer as tension rises in his body. He wants something, but I don’t know what it is. I can’t bring myself to try to figure it out with all the wonderful, new sensations cascading through my body. As I’m further pressed against him, the world falls away.

  “More,” I plead, pulling away from his mouth for a moment before latching back on to his lips. My hands go to his hair, wanting to hold on to him so I don’t ever have to let go.

  “Not here, sweetheart,” he murmurs, breaking away from my mouth. I don’t let that stop me as I go for his neck, kissing him anywhere I can find exposed skin. Wanting his warmth. Wanting his taste. I keep rocking against him, and something builds deep inside me. His hands go to my hips, locking me in place.

  “Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” I hear him mutter. “Sweetheart, I don’t want the first time you cum for me to be in the back of a car.”

  Pulling back, I look at him and around the inside of the limo. I forgot we were in a car. My heart starts to race.

  “It’s okay.” He softly cups my cheek. “We’re here.”

  “You distracted me.” I smile at him.

  “I know the feeling. You’ve been distracting me for a while.”

  “Is that a bad thing?” I lean into his hand. I didn’t know how much I was missing physical comfort and affection.

  “No, it’s a distraction I need.” I smile at his words. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

  We exit the limo and enter the building. As we walk toward the elevator my pulse picks up. Suddenly I’m in Ash’s arms. He passes the elevators and opens a nearby door marked ‘Stairs.’

  “What are you doing?” I ask, knowing his home is on the fifth floor. That’s a lot of stairs.

  “Treating you as you should be treated, taking care of you. Hold tight.” I wrap my arms around his neck as he takes the stairs two at a time. “I’m guessing my girl wouldn’t like being stuck in an elevator either.”

  “No,” I whisper, laying my head against his shoulder. He’s done so much for me so far, and he has no idea how much it’s meant to me. Showing me that I really am his first thought. My wellbeing seems to be his only concern. When we get to the top floor, he puts me on my feet for a second to open the door. Then he lifts me back into his arms and strolls into his home. My breath catches.

  I knew the top floor had a balcony, but I didn’t know the walls facing the street were made of glass. I don’t pay any attention to the rest of the home as he puts me on my feet. I head straight for the balcony, my eyes locked on its beauty.

  “It all opens,” Ash says, heading for the balcony, too. He pushes a button and the glass wall slowly folds in, eradicating the barrier to the outside world.

  “It’s perfect,” I tell him, walking out onto the balcony overlooking the park.

  “It is,” he replies.

  I glance back at him, but he’s looking at me, not the park. My cheeks warm as I remember how I kind of attacked him in the limo and how he let me.

  “What’s that?” I point to double French doors off to the side of the balcony.

  “It’s a bedroom.”

  “Can I have that one?”

  A smile spreads across his face. “It was just the one I was thinking for you.”

  8

  Ash

  She walks to me and nuzzles against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and close my eyes. I love the feeling of her in them.

  “Will you sleep with me tonight?” she asks, looking up at me through her dark lashes.

  “Anything you ask will be yours, sweetheart,” I say, running my thumb across her cheek.

  She takes my hand and pulls me to the bedroom, leaving the balcony doors open. When we walk in, I go over to the bedside table and turn on the lamp. The soft light bathes the room in a glow that makes Jasmine shine like an angel.

  I lead her over to the closet and show her the racks of clothes that are hers. Then I guide her to the adjoining bathroom and tell her where all her things are.

  “You did all this for me?” There is so much honest hope in her eyes.

  “Of course I did. You’re my life. And I told you that I would make all your dreams come true.”

  “This feels like a fairy tale,” she breathes, wrapping her arms around my waist.

  “Because it is,” I say, taking her lips in a soft kiss.

  Soon it’s not enough for her, and she deepens the contact. Her tongue touches the tip of mine, and it’s all I can do to hold myself back. I put my hands around her waist and pick her up. Her legs wrap around me as I walk us to the bed, and I lay her down on the soft blankets without breaking our connection.

  “I want to sleep skin to skin, Jasmine,” I say, moving my mouth to her neck and unbuttoning her shirt. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I need to be naked with you.”

  She spreads her legs wider as my mouth moves down between her breasts. Her hands push at my suit jacket, and I shrug it off. When she moves to undo the buttons of my shirt, I decide to help her by ripping it open. The buttons go flying, but the feeling of her hands on my naked chest is more important.

  She ki
sses down my neck, unphased by my eagerness and then her tongue moves to my flat nipple. Her teeth graze me there, and my aching cock demands attention. I push down on the steel rod with my palm, trying to calm my urges. I will only do what she wants, and if that is to explore me with touch, then that’s what we’ll do. But I want to beg her for a taste.

  “Will you let me kiss you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, Ash. Don’t stop.”

  She leans up, but I shake my head. “I want to kiss you here,” I say, and then cup her panty-covered cunt. Looking down, I see the innocent white cotton is soaked through with need. “Let me clean you up.”

  She bites her lip but raises her hips at my touch. I wait for a moment, and she nods her head, a soft pink blossoming on her cheeks. My sweet girl is so innocent.

  I slip off her top and schoolgirl skirt, leaving her only in panties. Then I strip myself naked. My cock is an angry dark color as it pulses with need. Jasmine’s eyes are wild with excitement and maybe even trepidation as she looks at it.

  “Kisses first. Then we can just cuddle. Okay?”

  “Okay.” She nods and lies back nervously.

  Her arms are over her breasts, covering them up, and I lean down, kissing her palms as I move them away. Her breasts are small, with dusky-rose nipples. I kiss them gently at first, then harder when I see how sensitive they are. A quick flick of my tongue and she’s writhing under me. I graze my teeth slightly over the tight bud, and she shivers with need. I move my mouth from one breast to the other, loving the taste of her soft skin in my mouth. I want to consume every inch of her.

  She’s gripping my hair and begging me for more, and her need for me drives me on. I move my mouth lower and kiss her stomach and narrow hips. Her features are so soft and sweet that I can’t keep my hands off her.

  I get to her panties and push the simple cotton to the side, exposing her dark, trimmed curls.

  “Have you ever been touched here, sweetheart?” I ask, kissing the inside of her thighs.

  “No, never. I’ve never even touched myself there.”

  I lean forward a little and smell her desire. I see it glisten on her pink lips, a pink that matches her nipples perfectly. Unable to stand it any longer I lean forward and lap up her nectar and moan at the flavor. It’s sweet and she smells like warm sugar. I open my mouth, covering her clit, and give her another long, firm stroke of my tongue.

  Her back arches off the bed, and I pet her nipples as I suck her clit. The sensations are almost too much. Her body is so incredibly sensitive that I feel a baby orgasm pulse through her pussy at the gentle touch. She’s got a hair trigger, and I’ll have to work on teaching her to draw it out and make it more powerful.

  But for right now, I want her to have as many orgasms as possible. So I rub her nipples while I suck her cunt, and she gives herself over to the sensations. She doesn’t fight it, just keeps giving me her sweet pussy juice as she orgasms over and over.

  When I’ve given her four, I stop and let her catch her breath.

  “Why’d you stop?” She sits up and looks at me with wild eyes. I want to laugh, but she looks so fucking sexy that I can’t. She’s a woman who has found her desire and she wants more. I take off her panties, fully exposing her to me, and I see her pretty, pink pussy is covered in cream.

  “Is my girl in need?” I ask, licking her again and this time bringing my fingers up to press against her opening.

  “Yes,” she moans and falls back on the comforter.

  She spreads her legs wider as I push inside her, gliding along her virgin walls. She’s so tight, it nearly strangles my fingers, but I try to be gentle as I stretch her. Soon she’ll want me inside her, and I want to give her exactly what she wants with as little pain as possible.

  I make her cum twice more with my fingers, until a sheen of sweat covers her body. Her eyes are heavy with lust and sleep, so I give her pussy one last kiss before I climb up next to her and spoon around her body. I ignore my throbbing cock that has gone from red to purple, and close my eyes, inhaling her scent.

  “Ash,” she murmurs before she falls asleep.

  There is nothing more beautiful than this moment.

  9

  Ash

  I wake to the feeling of warmth wrapped around my cock. I don’t want to open my eyes because I’ve had this dream before. I picture Jasmine with her mouth on me, or her pussy slowly lowering down on me, and every time I open my eyes the reality of her not being here is painful.

  When I feel the flick of a tongue on the tip, my eyes fly open and I see Jasmine crouching over me on the bed. She looks up at me through a waterfall of dark hair, and I reach down, grabbing her arms and pulling her up my body.

  “Good morning,” she whispers, and blushes. “I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right.”

  “You were doing it too right, sweetheart.” I kiss her, and like always it starts out slow until Jasmine pushes for more. Deeper.

  She swings her leg over my hip and suddenly she’s straddling me. I want her so fucking bad, and the hot steel between us is demanding some kind of relief.

  I feel her sweet little pussy brush the tip, and I groan into her mouth.

  Grabbing her hips, I stop her movements. “Are you sure you want this? Are you ready to take all that I have to give? Because we aren’t going to use protection, sweet Jasmine. If you want me inside you, I’ll be bare, and you won’t use anything to keep me from getting you pregnant. You’ll be bred as soon as I’m inside you. Because I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you. And I know that as soon as I have you, my cock will do everything in its power to bind you to me. So think about that before you slide your sweetness down on me.”

  She bites her lip and looks deep into my eyes as she slides down onto my length. Her hymen stops her momentarily before I break through and she seats herself fully on my length.

  I grit my teeth to keep from cumming too fast, but it doesn’t help. Little spurts of cum shoot out and coat her cunt as she holds herself down on me and adjusts to my size.

  I rub her back and try to stay still as my cock throbs. I kiss her neck and lips, whispering words of encouragement, telling her how good she’s doing.

  “Relax, sweetheart. Once we do this a few times it won’t ever hurt again. I can fuck your little pussy every morning before you go to school. Then you can walk around in front of your teachers smelling like me. Smelling like your man’s cum. And they’ll know you’re being taken care of now.”

  “Ash. Oh God, why does that make me feel so good.” She starts to rock on top of me, letting my cock slide in and out of her impossibly tight cunt.

  “Because it means you’re mine. And that I’ll always take care of you. I’ll push your panties to the side right before you leave for school and mark your pink pussy so you feel me all day between your legs. You’ll be sitting next to you friends and squeezing your legs together, feeling my sticky cum on your clit. The boys will know, too. You’ll walk a little different because you’ve taken my cock. But you’ll be marked so good they’ll stay away. They’ll know they can’t touch you because your pussy is claimed.”

  “I’m yours,” she says in a breathy voice, and I feel her tense up, cumming on my cock. Her pussy pulses and she grinds down onto me, shouting out my name.

  I let her ride my hard length as I rub her clit and bring her to a second and third orgasm.

  “I’m not going to let you shower before you leave today. I want to know that your virgin blood and my cum is smeared all over you, letting people know I got there already. You’ll do that for me, won’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, Ash,” she replies dreamily, and I take her lips in a deep kiss, rolling us over as I thrust into her.

  10

  Jasmine

  I wrap my arms around Ash’s neck and pull myself into his lap. “I don’t wanna go to school.” I rub myself against him, unwilling to let go. I want to go back to the bed and stay there forever. It’s a foreign feeling to me, wanting to stay locked
away, but I want nothing more than that right now.

  “You’d rather stay in the limo than go to school?” he questions, likely shocked by my response.

  “Yes,” I say as I kiss any exposed skin of his I can get to. I spot some unexplored territory-a small space on his neck above his collared button-up shirt.

  His hand slides up under my skirt, his fingers going for my underwear and pushing them aside. I smile at my little victory and go for his belt. I pull on it as fast as I can, getting it undone before starting on the button on his slacks. He chuckles against me. I finally undo it and pull his shirt out.

  “Never thought I could get you to be as greedy for me as I am for you.”

  He has no idea how greedy I am. For the first time in my life I feel safe. Something about him makes all the fear wash away. He’s been doing that from the moment he took me from my father.

  When I get his cock free, I waste no time climbing onto him. A moan pours from both of us as I slide down his hard length. My head drops back, my eyes falling closed. A feeling of home comes rushing back to me.

  His mouth comes to my neck. He kisses and sucks as his big hands grip my hips and he starts to move me. Our lovemaking is slow and soft, but it doesn’t take long for me to get there. Even though we made love after he pulled me from the bathtub this morning, my body has no control when he touches me. I come alive for him at the merest touch.

  My orgasm burns through me, and I grip on to him, not wanting to let go. His body jerks as he moans my name. I never thought my name sounded beautiful until I heard him say it with so much passion and pleasure.

  His warm release fills me, warming me everywhere. I’m happy knowing I’ll be taking a piece of him with me today. I rest my head against his chest as he runs his hands up and down my back.