by J. L. Beck
Don’t worry, buddy, soon… very soon.
Mouse moans and pants underneath me. Her body’s getting restless, moving and pushing up into my face. Closing my lips around her clit, I suck on it lightly, making her body arch off the bed an inch. I know she is close and as much as I want to draw this out, my need to have my dick inside her is stronger.
So, with every last shred of patience inside me, I thrust my finger inside of her a few more times while I suck on her clit hard, flicking the bud back and forth, making her cry out my name and arch off the bed in earnest. Her already tight walls grip onto my finger, squeezing it tightly.
Fuck.
Her thighs quiver and the air expels from her lungs as she explodes around my finger. I ease my finger out of her and replace it with my tongue. My heart pounds furiously as I suck every drop of her release into my mouth. It'd been years since I went down on a woman, but Mouse deserved my tongue.
Shudders of pleasure run through her, and she tries to escape me, pulling her tiny hips back. But there is no escaping me, for as long as I am breathing, I will own Mouse. With one final lick between her folds, I pull away, easing up onto my knees.
Mouse's eyes widen as I move, grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
“Will you… will you be gentle?”
I grin down at her, the darkness blurring in my eyes. I don't want to be gentle. I want to lose control, but not yet… soon.
“As gentle as I can be…” I trail off, rolling the condom onto my length. I’m bigger than the typical male, and the idea of tearing her rips me apart. I want to have sex with her again as soon as fucking possible and that can’t happen if she’s hurt, so I have to take her with precision and a kindness that I know I don’t fucking have.
She licks her lips nervously, and I grab a pillow, lifting her hips and placing it beneath her creamy white ass. As my eyes roam over her, I realize she is still cuffed to the bed, tugging against the restraints. I don’t want her to hurt her wrists again, so I undo them, and her arms fall to the mattress with a thud. I pump my cock in my hand a few times, between her thighs, while my other hand grips onto her hip, holding her into place.
My entire body is on fire, need pumping through my veins. Probing her entrance with the head of my cock, I hear her gasp as I push into her slowly, so fucking slowly. I don’t want to hurt her, but I fucking want that tightness, that sweet spot deep inside her. My muscles strain, and I feel this compelling need to kiss her.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Mouse whimpers below me, her eyes sparkling with fear. I lean forward, spreading her legs wide, sinking deeper into her tight channel, hissing out in pleasure as she squeezes me so tightly the air in my lungs disappears. I settle just above her on my forearms. With both hands, I cradle her face, pulling it into mine. My lips settle onto hers as I slip another inch deeper. This time, when she whimpers, there’s a tinge of pain to the noise and I kiss it away, my lips savoring hers. Her hands come up to the back of my head, holding me there.
I grunt into her mouth, feeling her tight pussy resist another inch of my swollen cock. I’m only halfway in and there is no fucking way that’s all I’m giving her. My sweet mouse is going to take all nine inches of my length and then beg me for more.
“Xander” she cries beneath me, her eyes bleeding deeply into mine. I can feel her chest constrict beneath mine. I remind myself how fragile she is, like a delicate fucking flower. If I don’t care for her, she will wilt away.
“Shhh, Mouse, it will only hurt for a few more moments,” I lie, moving my lips from hers and down over her chin. I pepper kisses against her jaw and then down the slope of her throat. I press my lips firmly against her throbbing pulse and swivel my hips, slamming into her to the hilt in one thick motion.
Her body stiffens, and she cries out in pain. I know it hurt… Fuck, do I know. I can feel how tight she is, her body’s resistance to my length, but she will adjust. My tiny mouse will survive.
I fist the sheets beside her head, afraid that if I touch her, I may bruise her. I want her so badly it consumes my every waking thought. There is no good or bad in this moment. There is simply Mouse and me, our bodies saying all the things neither of us ever could. I remain very still, beads of sweat form against my brow, and the tension in my body tightens.
I want to pound into her, to hear our flesh smack against each other’s. I want to listen to her pants of pleasure and watch the flush of heat as it consumes her, but I won’t… not yet.
Breaking you would be the biggest mistake… I remember the words I spoke to her last night, before she fell asleep in my arms. I move slowly, my strokes gentle, fluid, my hips move in a rolling motion, crashing into her like waves against the beach. I grit my teeth and up my pace slightly when I feel Mouse lifting her hips into mine, catching each thrust and giving it back to me.
“You feel like heaven, and you’re as close as I’m ever going to get…” I press onward, meeting Mouse’s tiny thrusts, her hands grip my skin, and tiny puffs of air leave her lungs. When her nails sink into my shoulder blades, tiny pricks of pain radiate down my spine, making me slam into her fiercely.
“Xander, I’m–I’m–coming…” she sighs, her blue eyes drifting closed. I feel heat blooming deep into my belly, the knot of pleasure unraveling with each and every stroke, pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm. Mouse’s pussy flutters around me, her muscles tightening, her tiny nails giving me more pain. I relish in that pain. It festers deep inside me, and I elongate her orgasm, moving a hand between our bodies.
Two fingers find her engorged clit, begging to be played.
“Fuck, Mouse, I want you to come again. Squeeze my cock, make me come inside you.” I pant the words into her ear. I lose control as her body obeys my command. Soft shudders of pleasure rip through her, and I push her shirt up, taking one of her pink puckered nipples into my mouth. I suck and flick the little bud, moving in and out of her furiously.
I’m not anywhere near my normal strokes, my normal need of pain mixed with pleasure, but I’m giving her everything I can without hurting her, and it’s setting me on fire, igniting my soul, making something inside me snap.
My heart cracks, the darkness inside me pouring out of the damn muscle. I release her tit with a loud pop, biting the hardened nipple. Mouse whimpers in both pleasure and pain, and I move my hands down to her hips, holding her in place while I fuck us both into sweet oblivion. My grip is bruising, my pumps pushing us up the bed.
A tightening in my balls steals the air from my lungs, and Mouse’s tiny nails sink deeper into my flesh with my hard strokes.
“Come inside me, Xander, come inside me… please…” she pleads, her words coated in pleasure. I gaze down at her, knowing it’s not my son who is my biggest weakness. No, it’s her, the tiny mouse with strawberry-blonde hair and big blue eyes.
She is a fucking weakness.
Falling forward, I lift her hips and press deeply into her channel, falling over the edge. Every inch of my body tenses. As pleasure fills my veins, a euphoria washes over me, and for a second, I can’t breathe… or think. It’s pure bliss.
I fill the condom with so much cum I worry it may spill out of the condom and inside her, but I can’t be bothered with the thought. Not right then. Wrapping both hands under Mouse, I hold her tightly to my chest, and her heart beats to the same rhythm mine does. We’re both panting, sweaty messes, and as my cock softens, the only thing I can think about is doing it all over again.
Because when I’m inside of Mouse, she owns me, completely. She owns the darkness; she owns the light. She fucking owns me, and it’s terrifying… Looking down at her, I wonder if she realizes how much power she has over me. She’s everything I can never have and still the only one I want right now.
“Are you hurt?” I murmur into her hair, slowly pulling out of her. She winces at the motion, and I’ve already gotten my answer.
“I’m not hurt… it just… it burns a little.”
I shake my
head, pulling her into my arms. A smile lingers on my lips as I take her tiny body against my chest and carry her into the bathroom.
A panicked look crosses her features and when I place her on the floor in the bathroom, her eyes drop down to my groin. I follow her gaze and realize why she’s so panicked looking.
“I’m bleeding,” she announces with embarrassment. She has no idea how much her innocence to all of this turns me on.
“No, Mouse, you’re not. I didn’t fuck you hard enough to make you bleed. It’s just a little blood because I took your cherry…”
She wrinkles her nose at me as if she doesn’t understand what I’ve said.
Oh, Mouse, what will I do with you?
I turn the shower on, making certain it’s hot before I guide her into the spray of water.
“What’s a cherry?” she questions, peering up at me, looking smaller than before. Everything about her brings out my protective instincts. I don’t want to fucking hurt her… No, I want to protect her. I want to shield her from the storm, from the darkness that this world spreads. Lifting her by the chin, forcing her eyes to remain on mine, I answer her question.
“Your virginity. You bleed the first time you have sex.”
Realization dawns on her, and she looks at me with shame in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I should’ve known that.”
“It’s okay, your nativity and misunderstanding of things only makes me want you more.” My confession shocks even me, but I couldn’t stop the words from coming out even if I wanted to.
“You want me?” she questions with amazement, as if she’s shocked that I would still want her after taking her virginity. I suppose she assumed I’d toss her over my shoulder like garbage, but I can’t.
I need her, so the darkness doesn’t swallow me whole.
“Yes, again and again…” I lean down, feeling the heat of her breath on my lips, and I can’t stop myself from kissing her. I can’t… my lips press against hers and I swallow the gasp of surprise. She’s inexperienced in kissing, her movements slow and unsure, but she’s mine, and I’ll teach her all she needs to know.
When I pull away, her pink lips are swollen, and I can tell she wants to say something…
“I… I think I’m…” I can feel the organ in my chest beat furiously, and I don’t want to hear what she has to say… No. I won’t let her ruin this moment between us.
“Get under the water, Mouse. We have places we need to go today, and I don’t have the time to play with you all morning, so unless you want to get fucked again, shut up.” The coldness of my words does exactly as I expected it to. She retreats inside herself, her eyes watering with unshed tears. Tears that I put there.
I’m doing it for you, Mouse, all for you.
33
Ella
Sex didn’t make me feel any different. It just left a dull ache between my thighs and the evidence of my virginity being taken on the bed sheets. It was enjoyable though, and I was shocked at how gentle Xander was with me, though the slight sliver of roughness he gave me a taste of was something I wanted to explore, I wasn’t ready to tell him that.
Xander dried me off from head to toe and walked me out into the bedroom. His coldness in the shower at the words I almost said saddened me. I was dumb for even considering telling him that I loved him… but I felt it deep inside my soul. I think he felt it, too, because he shut down completely. The darkness that surrounded him cloaked him and the man I shared an intense moment with disappeared.
“Get dressed. I had one of the maids get you some clothes, since I can't have you leaving the house in nothing more than my t-shirt.”
My gaze swings to the bed and I'm surprised to see a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt, along with a pair of cotton panties and a white bra.
“Where are we going?” I ask, shivering as I put my clothes on.
Xander gawks at me, and desire pools in his gaze but he doesn't act on it. In fact, he dresses himself, putting on a suit that makes him look like a damn god. It’s tailored to his body and as I look down at myself and what I'm wearing, I realize just how out of sorts I am.
“We are going wherever I say we're going,” he answers, his tone tight. Tension coils deep inside him. He looks like he might snap at any given second.
He pulls a phone from his pocket, typing something out on it before pocketing it. Then he gets out his gun and places it in his holster. I wish more than anything that I had my phone… or anything that is mine, for that matter. My gaze drops down to my hands and, without a word, he walks out of the room.
What the hell?
I rush out the door behind him, my hands gripping onto his arm, stopping him mid-step. He swivels around on his feet so fast that I almost slam into him.
“Hey, why did you walk away without me? I just wanted to know—”
My words are cut off as Xander grips me by the throat. His touch is hot, his eyes are violent, warning me that in this moment he has all the control, and I understand why he's being this way now. All because of me… and the stupid need to tell him how I felt.
“Just because I showed you kindness and didn’t fuck you until you bled to death doesn't mean were friends. It doesn't mean I have to tell you a fucking thing. You're still at my mercy, and if I want to fuck you into oblivion right this damn second, I will. I make the fucking rules… me!” he practically screams into my face.
My lips tremble, and my blood turns cold at the harshness of his voice.
I struggle to get out of his grip, but he squeezes ever so gently, just enough to make it hard to breathe. His fingers dig into my flesh, those same fingers having brought immense pleasure just hours ago.
“I'll make this very clear to you… I own you. I’ll tell you what to wear, what to eat, who to talk to, and when you can piss. You're mine. But nothing we did today means shit. It was sex. That was fucking it. Don't get attached, and don't act like I give a fuck about you, because we both know that I don't. I could put a bullet right between your eyes, and it wouldn't affect me.”
Tears stain my cheeks and as if his verbal abuse hasn't been enough, I add more to it with a question I know I won't like the answer to. “Why're you acting this way?”
“You think this is a fucking act?” His eyes darken, if that's even possible, and his fingers tighten around my neck. Black spots appear before my vision as the air in my lungs evaporates.
Panic creeps in, and I wonder if he might kill me. I grasp onto his wrist, trying to pull it away or at least loosen his grip, but he isn’t budging, not even an inch.
“I should kill you right now. Get you out of my life for good.”
I know he doesn’t mean it. There is no way he wants me dead.
Yet, he is squeezing the life out of me, his actions betraying what I know he wants.
Our eyes are locked on each other, but I can’t read him in this moment. I have no idea what he is thinking and a moment later, I don’t care anymore. All I can think about is getting air into my lungs. I squeeze my eyes shut, wondering if this is it.
Will this be how I die?
As if he hears my words, he releases me. My lungs expand, sucking precious oxygen into my lungs. My legs give out under me and I slump to the floor, trying to get my erratic breathing under control. I gasp, my throat burns, but I am alive.
“Get up before I change my mind,” he snaps, walking away from me. For a moment, I’m not sure if I can make myself get up. My whole body is shaking, and my legs feel like jelly. I’m terrified, and the last thing I want to do is get up and walk over to him like a puppy, but I know he means what he says.
Only when I realize Xander is almost at the end of the hallway do my limbs spring into action, giving me enough strength to get to a standing position. He stops to wait for me but doesn't say anything. I half jog over to him and only when I’m right next to him does he continue walking forward, each step full of purpose.
“Don’t talk to me unless I speak to you. Don’t talk to anyone else at all. Don’t even look
at anyone. Just keep your mouth shut and your eyes on the floor. Do exactly what I tell you to or I promise you, you will pay dearly.”
A shudder runs through my spine at the coldness of his words. I keep my eyes trained to the floor as we walk through the house and out the front door. I take in a deep breath as soon as we are outside, realizing that I haven't had a breath of fresh air in days, but it feels more like weeks. And suddenly, I realize I don’t even know what day it is.
We walk down a set of stairs, and up to a limousine where one of the guards is already holding open the door for us. Xander gets in without looking at me and I follow closely behind him. The door closes, leaving Xander and me in the small confined space alone.
The tension between us is thick, stifling even, making it hard enough to breathe. I’m scared to even look at him right now, but I still don’t dare to sneak a peek at him. Of course, he is looking at me, I can feel his heated gaze on my skin. Clearly, he is still mad, and I’m confused. I haven’t really done anything.
Instead of saying something to me, he gets his phone out of his pocket and moves his fingers over the screen swiftly. Then he puts it to his ear.
“Is the plane ready?”
Plane? Where exactly are we going that we need to take a plane?
“Great… we will be there momentarily. I want to be in the air within the next hour.” I gulp and shift uncomfortably. I hate flying. More than hate. I’m freaking terrified of it. I watch as he hangs up the phone and then types out something. I lift my gaze slightly and wonder if he feels bad for treating me the way he did.
“I…” I start to apologize, but when I meet Xander’s eyes, I clam up. His eyes are murderous, and the grip he has on his phone is hard.
“If you were half as smart as you act, you’d shut your fucking mouth right now. I’m barely holding on to my temper, and I can promise you, it’s not something you want to test.”
