by J. L. Beck
“Nothing to say to that?” he mocks. “You talk a big game until someone calls you out on it.”
I toss back the rest of the alcohol in one huge gulp and swallow it down. It burns, but it’s exactly what I need. I stare at the few ice shards remaining before I look up at him. I don’t think about my next action. I simply act and throw the glass toward his head.
He bats it to the side with lightning-fast reflexes, causing it to land harmlessly on the coverlet. Disappointment fills my veins. Too bad he didn’t drink more; I would have liked to give him a concussion. With a sigh, as if I’m a small child, he grabs our glasses and carries them to the sideboard against the wall opposite my bed. I can only hope that he leaves, but I should know he wouldn’t make things that easy for me.
He walks slowly, precisely, a predator testing his prey. I know after what I just did I should be terrified. I should be running for it. But all I can do is lie here and watch the shape of his perfect ass in his stupidly tailored pants.
“Another way I know you’re lying.” He speaks into the room, his back still to me. “You continue fighting. If you didn’t care, you’d submit, succumb, serve yourself up to me in every way I’ve demanded of you.”
He turns, his gaze hot and heavy as he traces the curve of my body on the bed. “Why fight unless you’ve got something to lose?”
“Maybe I’m just not made for submission.” When he returns to the bed, he stands right next to me, forcing me to look up the long line of him.
“You will learn how to submit and if you’re truly frigid, I’ll take you outside and let you go.”
I suck in a sharp breath. I know he must be lying, or his offer comes with a terrible stipulation. Before I can ask the conditions of his offer, he continues speaking.
“If I put my mouth on you, and you don’t come, I’ll release you. Let you run off home to be a pampered little princess again. But if you come, you’ll have earned a punishment for throwing that glass at me.”
Fuck. I walked into this, looking straight at it. If he wants me to prove I don’t want him, I can do that. He’s a fucking monster, and if he wants something from me, he’s going to have to take it. I’d rally to my momentary bravery if he hadn’t already shown he doesn’t mind stealing whatever he wants.
“Come here, Celia,” he calls softly, as if he’s beckoning instead of commanding. As if he can coax me into participating.
It’s the first time I’ve heard my real name fall from his lips. Nausea rolls through me. It tastes like bourbon and betrayal.
I’ve kept him waiting too long. It takes him seconds to grab my ankle and drag me closer on the bed, shoving my thighs wide, so wide my hip joints protest. I’m exposed, a fragile, innocent flower, beaten by the sun and rain.
I swallow the yelp which threatens to slip out and try to wiggle away. But his grip tightens painfully enough that I freeze. With my legs open, he moves his hand to rest on top of my kneecaps. His face is a picture of innocence. The same face the devil makes right before he claims your soul.
“Take off your shirt. Show me how frigid you are.”
“Fuck you. I’m not doing a damn thing to make you think I’m volunteering for this,” I spit at him.
He shrugs, uncaring. “Take your shirt off, or I’ll rip it off, and you’ll remain naked for the rest of your stay with us.”
With trembling fingers, I slip the buttons from their holes. When I reach the last one, I look up at him through my lashes. “You promise if I don’t come, you’ll let me go?”
His eyes flash as he guides his hand to the shirt and flaps it open. “Let’s be honest, stellina. You’ve wanted this since the moment I walked in the door. Hell, I bet you wanted me the first night I brought you here. You wanted me, and you didn’t understand why. Didn’t understand how you could want a man as evil and menacing as me.”
I glare while he grips the edge of my panties and tugs them down. Not wanting to rip them, seeing as he’s likely not going to give me more, I lift my hips and let him draw the white cotton off at my feet. It’s my only concession.
Naked in front of him, terror swamps me. What is he going to do to me? I’m breathing heavily from my mouth, almost panting, because I can’t draw enough air through my nose.
“What do you want?” I whisper. “I’m supposed to be a virgin, remember?”
He takes his time looking me over, touching me anywhere he likes—a thumb over a small brown birthmark on my belly, an index finger across the top of my right breast.
“Yeah, you look like the picture of fucking reticence. You blush from your ears to your gorgeous pussy; did you know that?”
Heat washes through me. No doubt adding a brighter hue to my skin. Whatever. Maybe if he thinks I’m complying, he’ll be gentler.
“Let’s see just how chilled you are?” He cups me with his whole hand; his touch is hard, possessive. Carefully, he opens me up and slips two fingers along my folds. “Yes,” he whispers so softly I can barely hear him. There’s a yearning in his voice that tells me he wants this more than he’s letting on. It’s not just a stupid game for him.
When he pulls his fingers away, they are coated in moisture, and I shudder. It means nothing, just my body’s reaction to a biological stimulus.
I watch him as he stares at me, using his hand again, this time dragging his thumb gently over my clit. I lurch off the bed in surprise.
“Settle, stellina. I’ve got you,” he whispers.
Then he leans over me, boxing me in, so he can look at my face at the same time he spears me with his fingers again. Twisting his hand around, his fingers still inside me, he uses his thumb and fingers at the same time.
I’m shaking underneath him. He’s barely touching me, his throat at eye level, and I lean back against the bed to peer into his eyes. They are heavy-lidded, and he’s drawn his bottom lip between his teeth. I brace, but it’s too late. He starts slowly and then picks up a punishing rhythm, fucking me with his fingers and using his thumb to drive me higher and higher toward orgasm.
No. I try to shove his hand away, but he slips out of me and stands. My entire body is quaking, caught between the heady pressure he’s applied to my body and the pain he promises with his eyes. When he strips his belt off, I flinch. I barely make it to the other side of the bed before he catches me, traps me with the heavy weight of him. Then so fucking easily, he wrestles me back into place and secures my hands tight with the belt to the bedframe.
Tears pour down my cheeks, wet trails, hot and salty over my lips.
“Now, be a good girl, and ask me nicely to make you come, and I will.”
He lowers his body along mine, so he can resume his position, his fingers deep inside me.
I shake my head again, thrashing. Pieces of hair escape my bun and fall onto my face. He huffs against my cheek and starts a gentle rhythm again. His eyes are dark, piercing, and I feel like he can see right through me and into the darkest parts of my soul.
“I’m not a patient man. Ask me or beg me to make you come, and I’ll make it all better. It’s that, or I’ll spend all night edging you until you’re not only begging me for my fingers but for my cock as well.”
I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut. “I hate you.”
“Well, get in line, princess. What’s it going to be? If you ask, and I don’t succeed, you’re a free woman.”
The need to come pricks against my skin, and I’m consumed. There is no escaping it. I can do nothing but turn myself over to the devil himself. “Please. Please, make me come,” I whisper so softly I’m surprised he can even hear me.
His answering groan of approval shoots through me, somehow dragging me closer to coming than I’ve been since he arrived. He’s not gentle when he shoves his fingers back inside me, resuming his lean over my body to watch my face, and I whimper, barely holding myself together. I keep my eyes shut and let the sensations consume every fiber of my being.
The orgasm sparks quickly, and I pant. He sinks down, so he can feel my br
eath against his ear, his lips whispering encouragement against my skin. “Let go. I’ve got you. Give it to me. Let me feel that virgin pussy cream on my fingers.”
His mouth is filthy. This is wrong. I shouldn’t want this, but I can’t stop it. I can’t stop my body from reacting as it does. He continues pumping his fingers inside me even as my body contracts around him, my legs squeezing him tight to me, and the scent of him and my sex surrounds us, making the orgasm all the more powerful. The little sparks turn into bigger ones until I’m nothing but embers left in the presence of roaring flames.
Everything in me is fractured and remade on waves of pleasure. A scream rips from my throat, and he uses the hand he’s been holding himself up with to cover my mouth, smothering the scream threatening to shake the house to the ground. His weight is heavy on top of me, and the movement of his fingers becomes lazy. I’m melted butter in his hands.
The thick length of his cock digs into my thigh, and I envision him stripping back his pants and sinking deep inside of me. Would he? Would he claim me, and what would happen if he did? My body pulses in one huge heartbeat, all orbiting his hands as he gentles his strokes against my sated flesh. When he stops moving, a tear slips from the corner of my eye and slides down my cheek, leaving a cold streak in its path. He’s right.
I shouldn’t fight when I have something to lose.
14
Nic
Nothing beats the sight of a little virgin after her first greedy orgasm.
I untie her from the bed frame, even though I wouldn’t mind keeping her like this.
She swipes a tear away, thinking I didn’t catch the soft brush of her fingers against her delicate cheekbones. I don’t care. I’m not supposed to care.
I shove back off the bed to stand. My cock is an iron bar standing at attention in my pants, and I need a moment to get myself under control, or I’ll risk lying myself back down and plowing into her wet heat.
The feeling of her pussy clenching around my fingers is burned into my memory. Whatever idiot called her an ice queen obviously knew nothing about how to get the little princess going. I’m learning how sweet she can be when given orders, even if she hates herself for loving every second.
Even now, as she stares away from me like she doesn’t care, her knees are still quaking from the aftermath of her release. I want to see it again, watch all her control uncoil in a wave of need and emotion.
“Stellina,” I say sharply.
Her gaze flashes to mine, as if daring me to call her out on her tears. Her pillowy lips press into a firm line before she says, “I guess you won. Go on, gloat.”
I shake my head and tug her by the ankle, bringing her closer to me. In our efforts, she’d ridden up toward the top of the bed, almost out of my reach. “Why would I need to rub it in your face? I already know you aren’t going anywhere. You seem to be the only one not quite understanding that fact.”
She presses her lips into a thin line and glances over my shoulder. Another move of defiance, pretending I don’t mean enough to her to maintain eye contact during a conversation. I want to grab her by the throat and force her to look me in the eyes, force her to see the bad that lays in front of her feet.
So I do just that. I use the opportunity to pounce, pressing every firm inch of my body against hers while my hand circles her slender throat.
Her body trembles in my grasp, and I revel in her fear. I speak softly into her face. “I’m not to be dismissed like I’m dirt beneath your feet. You should be grateful you’re in this room with clothing and warmth. I could make your stay here a hell of a lot worse, princess.”
My eyes trail over her face, and there is no denying how beautiful she is. Maybe, just maybe, if I wasn’t so hell-bent on revenge, I would give in to temptation and allow my cock a small sampling, but to do that would be stupid. It would sacrifice everything I’ve worked hard for, and for what? A piece of virgin pussy? Ha, I think not.
“When I’m speaking to you, you will pay attention to what I have to say. Nod if you understand me.”
The erratic beat of her heart pounds against my forearm, where it lies across her sternum, right between her breasts. So full and lush they beg to be tasted. Her nipples are hard little diamonds beckoning me onward. It would be so easy to suck one into my mouth. To flick the tight little nub with my tongue until she is nothing but a writhing mess beneath my feet. I shake the thought away before it can sink its claw any deeper into my subconscious. Not today, maybe when she’s had a few more lessons to learn about respect.
After a couple seconds without a wilting stare or backlash from her mouth, I give her throat a gentle squeeze, loving the way it feels in my grasp, and ease off her again, rising back up to stand between her thighs.
She feels around the bed looking for her shirt, but I snatch her wrist in my palm and tug her attention back. “We aren’t quite through here.”
With a tug of her bottom lip between her teeth, she drags her dark gaze up my body to my face, carefully skipping the still hard swell of my dick in my slacks before returning. She’s more curious and needy than she’d ever admit out loud.
Since she doesn’t seem brave enough, I gently place her hand around my erection, which’s still tucked tight into my pants. The dash of her eyes to clash with mine shoots a sizzle through me. A mere spark compared to the fierce need in my gut. When I release the back of her hand, she leaves it but doesn’t move a muscle.
“Breathe,” I say and gently brush stray strands of hair off her face. “You can fight all you want with your words, but your body will betray you every single time. It’s the way you sucked in your breath just now—” I trace my thumb over her chest bone. She’s so delicate. Oh, how easily she would break. “It’s the way your heart is pounding so hard I can see it under your skin right here.”
She finally forces an exhale and tries to steady her breathing, as if to prove she’s not affected by my nearness. Flames flicker in her coffee brown eyes. “What do you want me to say? You win. You can make me come. You can toy with my body.” Her tone is defiant, but her hand stays clasped around my straining cock.
“You can move your hand if you want,” I offer, instead of answering her. My lips threaten to turn up at the sides into a mocking smirk.
This has turned into a little test of wills between us, one we both know she will lose. She’ll say she doesn’t want to, and I’ll have to prove, yet again, exactly how much I can twist her into craving me. In an instant, she will become the prey and I the predator.
Instead of letting another argument unfold between us, I flick the first button on my pants loose without looking at her. When she drops her hand back to her naked lap, it’s hesitant, like she is not sure what to do or how to act right now.
Her entire body stiffens, and I finally allow myself to look at her face, and when I do, I find her cheeks crimson. “Don’t act so shy now. You felt my cock before.”
Her gulp is almost audible, and it almost makes me laugh. Yet another thing she’ll pretend she doesn’t want while she writhes for it. “Come here, princess.”
At first, she resists. I finish unbuttoning my pants and let them hang open. Her curious eyes are locked on my zipper, and I know she is waiting for a glimpse. Once I peel open my fly and drag out my cock, she gasps, and I catch her innocent gaze widening. When I lock eyes with her again, she pretends to have not reacted at all, and I snicker.
“I see everything, every want, desire, and need.” I lick my lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone how much you like the look of me.”
“You’re delusional.” She scoots forward on the bed, letting her legs hang over the side while I take a step toward her.
“I’m too tall to make this comfortable. Come here.” I gently help her off the bed onto the floor, using her bicep to guide and place her.
It takes her a moment, but then she realizes what I have in mind. Her eyes study me, and I let her get used to the idea. Let her imagine what is about to happen in her head. I
hope she doesn’t think just because she is inexperienced, I’m going to be gentle.
“Touch me,” I grit, my patience wearing thin.
“No.” She shakes her head.
“It wasn’t a question. I’m telling you to do it, and you will obey. Unless you want to be back downstairs in the cell? I’m sure my brother would appreciate having you unprotected.”
I can practically hear her molars grinding together and see the daggers shooting from her eyes. She is furious, but self-preservation wins.
Her temper is only making me harder. The need to sink into her body growing stronger with every thundering beat of my heart. I can’t have her cunt, but I can have her mouth. At least this way, I can feel her around me and still get the full price for her.
Hesitantly, she reaches up to wrap her hands around my cock. She’s pushed up onto her knees now, her ankles folded underneath her to give her more leverage.
Her first touch is hesitant. She drags her dainty hand from the base of my shaft to the head and back again. I like how she doesn’t keep checking in with me as she does it. How every movement seems enrapt and focused solely on what she thinks feels good to her or to me. I don’t fucking know. All I know is I don’t want her to stop.
I bite back the order for her to taste me as long as I can. “Jerk me off like you mean it.”
She looks up at me through thick lashes. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
I cup her hands tighter against my skin and squeeze. “You’ve never touched a cock before?”
A pretty pink flush works its way over the tops of her bare tits and face. “Once, but it was in his pants the entire time. He came before we could do much.”
Shame fills her voice as she speaks, almost as if the fucking boy had made her feel his lack of control had somehow been her fault. I can’t explain the energy that consumes me in that second to comfort her. Even as the idea of her with her hand on another man’s dick enrages me in another way. A way I can’t quite focus on now.
