by Sky Corgan
As if reading my mind and trying to punish me for my perverted thoughts, he withdraws, grabbing me by the shoulder to pull me up. He sits me on his lap facing away from him. When I try to close my legs, he makes me hook my knees over his, spreading his legs wide so that my legs are spread even wider. He gazes over my shoulder, and I wonder if my whole body can blush, because I feel like I'm on fire.
“Mmm, look at that pretty pink pussy. I think I want to see more.” He places his hand on my mound and pulls the skin slightly so that my clit peeks from between my folds. “Fucking shit, that's a beautiful pussy,” he hisses. “Your clit looks nice and erect too. That must mean you're enjoying this.”
“You disgust me,” I manage to get out between clenched teeth.
He guffaws. “Is that so? Then why are you so wet? I bet I'm going to have a stain on my slacks when you stand up.”
He's not wrong. My body is betraying my words. I want his hands all over me. I'm starting to think I might go insane if he doesn't touch me more.
I wrap my arms around myself protectively. He grabs my wrists, forcing my arms back. “Oh no. We'll have none of that. I want to see those nice big tits of yours.”
My breathing is growing ragged as I lean back against him. Being this exposed...holy hell it's hot. Knowing that my body is at the mercy of such a power, sexy man. I hate myself for liking everything that's happening to me right now.
I stop resisting, and Ryder lets my wrists go, bringing his hands up to pet over my shoulders. “That's a good girl. Relax for me.” He drags his fingertips down my arms before reaching around to cup my breasts. The feeling of his palms against my nipples makes me press back against him even more. I let out a shaky breath that turns into a moan, then I silently curse myself for sounding so wanton. “Oh yeah, your tits are perfect. And look at that, your nipples are already getting hard.” He pinches the peaks, and they instantly bead. Not only that but they send a shot of need straight to my clit that about sends me over the edge. My thighs tremble, pushing against Ryder's legs as if they're trying to close and hide my arousal.
“Now now. I get to see everything, remember,” he reminds me. “Is your cunt getting jealous? Does it want some attention too? Oh, but I like this—the way that your body is reacting. You're very receptive.” He pulls on my nipples, spiking the need again. I feel powerless against my own desire. Never would I have imagined that he could strip me down to my most basic primal form so quickly. My body is silently begging to be filled. I'd never give voice to my wants, but I can feel it with every fiber of my being.
“Oh God,” I whisper softly when I feel that the pleasure is almost more than I can take. I want to come so badly.
“That's right, Amory,” he whispers into my ear. “I'm your God now. You best remember it. Now get your pretty ass up so I can show you to your room.”
CHAPTER FOUR
RYDER
I had to send Amory away, or else I was going to fuck her right there on the chair. That or I was going to cream my pants. One would make me look like a monster; the other, a pathetic loser who can't keep his shit together. I had to keep reminding myself that I'll be living with this woman for...lord knows how long. I can't have her wanting to run away from me on the first night.
I gave her a quick tour of my loft and then showed her to her room. Then I retired to my room to do some much-needed jerking off. My hand worked quickly over my length as I imagined Amory's ass in those tights. She looked so pure. So innocent. I pictured her face. Her thick pink lips wrapped around my dick. That look of sheer contempt in her eyes. I'd much rather see her looking at me with pleasure, but beggars can't be choosers. After all, she's my plaything—here against her will. Why would she ever smile at me?
I cup my hand to catch my seed as it sprays out of my slit. I run my tongue over my lips as I imagine stuffing it in Amory's snatch. I'm going to fill that pussy up. Maybe I'll even put a baby in her. Who knows? One thing is for certain, I'm definitely going to enjoy her time here.
Once I've gotten my rocks off, I lie back in bed and stare up at the ceiling. My thoughts should be drifting to other things—not that I have much going on—but they're stuck on Amory. It doesn't take long for my dick to get hard again. I glance down at it resting against my belly and snort. “Jesus fucking Christ, I'm really getting off to this.”
Having my own little sex toy is more advantageous than I imagined. I suppose it's one of those things that you never realize how useful it is until you have one of your own. Anytime my dick gets hard, I have a warm, wet cunt to put it in. If I'm thinking that, though, then why am I not in there right now getting my balls lit? Why am I in here jacking off? Why didn't I do more to her the first opportunity that I got? I'm not dumb enough to think that this is a take-it-slow-and-savor thing. I keep telling myself that, but I know it's not true.
An image of Amory's tattered underwear flashes through my mind. The way they were before I ripped them to shreds and exposed her perfect, round ass. When I asked her if her parents couldn't afford to buy her proper underwear, her retort was that my father took all of their money. I'm starting to get a clearer picture of what's going on with her—of how she came to be in my possession.
My father has done a lot of shitty things in his life. More than I can count. Kidnapping isn't typically on his list unless someone has really pissed him off. And Amory wasn't bound and struggling when he brought her to me. The fact that he's even letting her see the light of day tells me that he's not worried about her running away.
I want to ask her what happened, but I refuse to seem like I care. That would also make it look like I don't know what in the hell is going on, which is unacceptable. I'll have to find out that information by another means. But for now, I need to take care of my needy fucking cock. It's already leaking a bead of pre-seed onto my stomach. I thought my balls were drained from the first go round, but I guess not.
I squirt some lube into my palm before I start to go at it again. This time, I think about Amory's tits. They were so full and pillowy in my hands. The way she responded to my touch almost instantly, her fat nipples turning to rocks beneath my fingertips—it made my dick twitch inside my slacks. As it is now, my cock is throbbing from wanting to be inside of her. I can picture her breasts bouncing as I fuck her on my lap, the full weight of them making an impressive display. She never let me see her face when I was teasing her, but I know she was enjoying it. The way her thighs trembled when I was playing with her nipples, the tiny, breathy moan she let escape, it was all proof that what I was doing to her wasn't entirely torture. And the stain she left on the front of my slacks...Yeah, far from torture.
I bend over to pick my slacks up from the floor, balling my fist around them so that the wet stain is front and center. I draw them up to my nose and inhale Amory's scent. Her pussy smells fucking delicious. I can't wait to plunge my tongue into it—to drink from her well of arousal.
Not tonight, though. Tonight, there are more pressing matters. And I want to give her space to breathe. I also don't want her to think that I'm some sex-crazed lunatic. Though I might turn into one if I keep her naked all the time like I had originally planned. Definitely a bad idea.
I jerk off to thoughts of having Amory's warm, wet cunt wrapped around my cock until I release again. This time the orgasm isn't as powerful, though I swear there's just as much come. By the time I'm done cleaning up, my dick is already hard again. This girl is going to be the fucking death of me.
I dress again in a different suit because I refuse to look like a fucking slob around Amory, then I take long strides through the loft, wanting to make it seem like I'm leaving. All I'm really doing is going right outside the door to talk to Big Jeff. He's there for my protection. Someone is always there for my protection. He swapped out with Maxwell when he brought Amory to me, so I know he was there when my father took her. He knows just as much about her situation as my old man does, except for he'll actually talk to me. If I called Pop, I don't know how much I'd get from h
im. He's always been the as-you-need-to-know type. It's a way that he protects us all from the shady shit that he does. Most of the time, I wouldn't care less what he's doing or who he's terrorizing to further his fortune. But he's made it personal this time by bringing this beautiful creature into my home.
“Hey, Big Jeff,” I say in greeting after shutting the door behind me. When we had made the exchange, we had kept to our impersonal boss/employee rolls. It was all just a rouse to shake Amory up. The guy is practically family to me. He's been working for my father since I was a pup. The type of guy who can always be counted on.
“Ryder. How's it going in there?” He glances at the door to my loft.
“It's going great. Pussy for days, you know.” I rub my hands together.
He makes a soft huffing sound, and I see a hint of sadness in his large blue eyes. He's worried about Amory.
“So, the girl.” I thumb towards her bedroom. “My father didn't tell me nothing about her. Just said she was a gift. I kinda like to know where my gifts come from if you know what I mean.”
“She's from the Bronx.”
“That's not what I meant.” I shake my head. “Who is she? Why is she here?”
Big Jeff smiles and folds his giant arms over his chest. “So the boss man didn't tell you anything?”
“Not a thing.” I lean over and rest my weight against the wall. “I know I'm not sticking my dick in one of his girls. She's too damn innocent for that. So what's the deal with her?” I'm not sure why, but it feels important to lie to him—to make him think that I fucked her already. Perhaps because it makes me seem like more of an alpha. I'll never be the kind of guy that my dad is, completely heartless, but I think that all of his sons try to maintain that image in whatever way we can. No one will ever say that any of Giovanni Bianchi's sons are pussies.
“We were doing a shakedown on her parents' business. They couldn't pay up. We were about to put the hurt on her old man, and then she offered herself up. Your dad thought it was a fair deal, so he agreed to stop fucking with their business in exchange for her for you. They didn't have shit anyway.”
“What kind of business do they have?”
“Just some little rundown grocery store in a bad part of town. You know, the part where even we don't like going.” He rolls his eyes, which is a clear indication that he thinks it's a petty gig. It's also proof that he trusts me. No one questions my father's business. If I told my father that Big Jeff rolled his eyes at what went down, there would be consequences. There's no fear of that, though. I'm tight with most of my pop's guys, and I wouldn't want anything happening to them, especially Big Jeff.
“Do you happen to remember where this grocery store is?”
“Why do you care? You thinking of returning her already?” he teases.
“As if that's an option.” We both know it's not. Heads would roll if I took Amory back to her parents, both mine and his. He's not only here for my protection right now, but also to make sure that Amory doesn't try to escape and to keep me in line.
“Thanks, Big J. I think I might take a drive out there. Want to see where the stock that I'm sticking my dick in came from.” I raise my eyebrows at him before I turn to go back inside.
“Don't expect to be impressed.” He waves me away.
I'm not impressed. Amory's parents' grocery store is in a dilapidated neighborhood seemingly in the middle of nowhere. How it's even still open is beyond me. The houses around it are practically falling down. The store itself is one of the nicest things in the neighborhood, and that's saying a lot.
I drive by slowly, not daring to pull into the parking lot. There aren't any cars there, so I know they'd assume that I was a customer, and I'd feel like a dick getting their hopes up. Instead, I drive by it again and again, trying to get a glimpse of Amory's parents. I imagine them inside, mourning the loss of their daughter. Usually, when my father takes someone, they don't come back. And judging by the sorry state of the store, there's no way that these people will ever be able to afford to get their daughter back. She made the ultimate sacrifice by trading herself for her parents' safety. I doubt she even knew what was going to happen to her.
I can't help but feel sorry for Amory's parents. And I can't help but feel sorry for her too. And on a much smaller scale, I also feel sorry for myself because I have no fucking clue what I'm going to do with this girl for the foreseeable future. I can't keep her a prisoner forever. Surely, my father knows that, which means he either has other plans for her or had every intention of dumping her off on me permanently. Fucker.
After driving by the store at least half a dozen times, I return to my high-rise. Big Jeff nods to me when I step off of the elevator. Originally, when my father had purchased the building, the elevator opened to the inside of my loft, but he thought that there needed to be another layer of protection, so he partitioned the area off and had a hall added, cutting into some of my living space. No one has ever tried to break in or cause trouble, but I'm glad he did it, none the less.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Big Jeff asks.
“I'm not sure what I was looking for,” I confess. “Did the princess try to escape while I was gone?”
“Haven't heard a peep.”
“Good. That's good.” I slide the key into the lock and turn the door handle.
My loft is eerily silent. Amory is so quiet that I wouldn't even be able to tell that someone else was here if I didn't know it. A bit paranoid that maybe she tried to climb out the window to escape, I peek into her bedroom. She's lying there naked and gorgeous and asleep. How peaceful she looks with her eyes closed and tendrils of long dark hair draped across her face. My cock comes to life in my pants, and I curse myself for how badly I want to touch her. I just can't fucking stop myself.
It's dark out, and the blinds are open. The only light coming into the room is that that the moon casts on her body, stripping it in pale and dark blue. I carefully lower myself onto the side of the bed and reach to brush the hair away from her face. Her eyes dance beneath her eyelids for a few seconds. Then her eyelashes flutter open. Panic races across her expression, but it quickly settles into the silent acknowledgment of who I am. I've never seen a more beautiful sight in all of my life than this girl lying before me. Oddly, I feel a strong need to protect her. To show her that her life isn't going to be complete shit from now on. I'm not my father. I'm not going to make her suffer.
“Go back to sleep, princess,” I tell her as I caress her cheek.
She says nothing.
I don't want to make her nervous, so I take my leave. The blood pumping through me is going to all the wrong places. I shouldn't be this fucking horny. I just jerked off a few hours ago. What in the hell is wrong with me?
I take a shower to wash the day's hell off of me. My cock is relentlessly demanding, so I give it attention, once more imagining being buried between Amory's soft folds. I'm not going to be able to handle this distance between us. Every time I think about her, the need to have her closer consumes me. I haven't even slept with her yet, and I'm already fucking obsessed.
Just knowing that she's in the room down the hall is going to keep my dick hard all night. Who knows how many more times I'll have to jerk off before I'm actually able to sleep. I can't think of anything other than touching her and being inside of her and feeling her body against mine.
I no longer give a fuck if it makes me come off as a jerk or not; starting tomorrow night, she'll be sleeping in my bed.
***
“How did you sleep?” I try to ask nonchalantly. I'm already pissed off that I had to retrieve Amory for breakfast after calling her name several times. Part of me thinks she likes being difficult. When I finally barged into her room to see what in the hell she was doing, she was sitting on the edge of the bed absentmindedly running a brush through her hair. The expression on her pretty face was completely blank. I knew her mind was elsewhere. Either that or she was doing a damn good job of ignoring me and looking innocent ab
out it.
“I didn't. Not really.” She stares down at the plate of eggs and bacon and hash browns and pancakes in front of her. There's a side of fruit and biscuits. I didn't know what she likes, so I tried to order a variety from the restaurant downstairs. Nothing seems to wet her appetite. She hasn't taken a single bite since we sat down to have breakfast together.
“You were asleep when I went into your room last night,” I remind her. There are no dark circles around her eyes, so I know she's lying. I hope this isn't going to become a habit, not that I particularly mind disciplining her.
“I had my eyes closed.” A sardonic smile takes over her face.
“Don't test me this early in the morning.” I point my fork at her, and she slumps a little.
I stab at my food, eating like a man starved, waiting with building irritation for Amory to start in on her meal.
“Aren't you going to eat?” I ask finally.
“No.” She gives a slight shake of her head.
“Yes, you are,” I insist.
“I'm not hungry.” She folds her arms over her chest like a spoiled brat.
“Do I look like I fucking care if you're hungry or not? I can see your goddamn ribs. You're eating.” There's a clear threat in my voice.
She pushes the eggs aside and goes for the bowl of fruit instead, gingerly popping a grape into her mouth. While I'm not satisfied with her food choice, I'm happy that she's eating.
I finish my meal long before she even gets to the bottom of the bowl of fruit. She eats at a snail's pace, hesitating before picking up each piece of fruit, nibbling on it before sticking it into her mouth, and then chewing at least fifty times. All the while, she wears a blank expression.
I pick up my plate and take it to the sink, rinsing it off before I stick it in the dishwasher and then return to watch Amory finish her bowl of fruit. “Whenever you're done eating, I want you to go change into some workout clothes.”
