Leave Me Breathless: The Black Rose Collection

by Dakota Willink

  Oh, it feels so good.

  So, so good as the hard length of him rubs over my clit. My inner walls clench and contract, a profound emptiness that only he can fill.

  I experiment with a pump of my hips. “Please, Faron. Just do it. I need it…”

  He stops, his eyes narrowing on me. “Please, what?”

  Shifting on top of me, his cock hits squarely over my sensitive nub so that I can barely manage a breath.

  “Please…sir,” I grunt.

  “Good girl. Once I’m inside you, I won’t hold back. I’m going to fuck you until my seed is dripping from your pussy and you’ll feel me for days to come.”

  For a second I’m still stuck on the image of him coming inside me and what it will feel like as his hard cock rips me apart.

  He nudges my legs wider, guiding the tip of his cock to my entrance where it slips in an inch, enough where I can feel the stretch.

  “Now I’m going to claim what’s mine.”

  And he shoves his way inside, taking my most valuable possession.

  The one I’ve freely given.

  19

  Pain. Yes, there’s pain.

  But it’s just a pinch, and once I’ve adjusted to the intrusion inside my body, I begin to relax, as he whispers words of praise and adoration.

  “Fuck, little girl. Your cunt is so tight. So perfect.”

  Faron presses his face into my neck, the deep rumble of his voice so delicious that if it had a taste it would be melted caramel.

  “Are you all right?”

  His body hovers over mine, still as a statue, the place we’re joined still a dull ache, reduced from the first biting sting. I wiggle a little under him, wishing I had my hands free to touch his body. To slip my hands under his shirt and score my fingernails down the taut ropey muscles of his back and dig into the perfect flesh of his ass.

  “I’m fine. It’s okay.”

  He hums his approval. “My good girl. So, fucking sexy and willing. I can’t wait to fuck you at the club. For everyone to see for themselves how precious this tight pussy is.”

  I gasp, my breasts heaving at the thought of being on display for not just Faron, but for anyone to watch.

  And then I remember what he’d promised to do. He’d told me he was going to deflower me at the club. But here we are, in the privacy of his Paris flat.

  “Why didn’t you wait to fuck me there?”

  He withdraws, holding himself still above me, eyes blazing heat and lust and fire. I dip my gaze to his cock that throbs between us thick and long, shining with its tight skin and the wetness from my pussy.

  And then he flips me over onto my stomach, pulling me up to my hands and knees and adjusting the skirt over my bottom. His hand smooths over the round of my butt before giving it a deafening smack.

  “Are you questioning my decision, little girl?”

  “N-no, sir.”

  “Good. Now lean down on your elbows.”

  I do as he says, the posture making me feel exposed and vulnerable. I hear the distinct sound of him sucking and spitting, and then I feel the wet tip of his finger circle my anus and I tense up.

  “Mmm. Maybe I selfishly wanted this virgin pussy all to myself this time. But I’m more than willing to share this virgin ass with an audience. Would you like that?”

  He uses his thumb now to dip inside the tight bud, to open it up, the sensitive nerve endings singing an odd chorus of pain and pleasure. Of forbidden desire and kink.

  “I-I don’t know, sir. I might be nervous.”

  His groan is punctuated by a stab of his cock back into my wetness, sinking in so much deeper in this position. I cry out from the invasion, but as he thrusts in and out in a seductive tempo, pain giving over to the pleasure. He grabs a handful of my hair in his fist, tugging it back from my scalp so my head tips back and then turns to the side.

  Faron leans over, capturing my lips with his in a deep, lustful kiss. His tongue roams my mouth, his moans mix with mine, as his legs slap against my ass. When he ends the kiss, I drop my head between my shoulders, gasping air and fighting for breath.

  His thrusts become more aggressive, more rapid and with every press of his pelvis into my hips, I feel his cock hitting something deep inside me. My own shouts of ecstasy denote the spot he continues to hit each and every time his hips drive into me.

  “Faron,” I cry out, unable to articulate anything else.

  “That’s right, Gem. I’m the one fucking you. No one else. I’m claiming this pussy as mine.”

  I feel something intense clawing at the base of my spine, winding its way through my belly and reaching deep, deep inside me.

  “I feel your cunt clamping around my cock. Fuck, it feels so good. You’re going to come again, aren’t you, my filthy, dirty girl? You’re going to come on my cock like a good fucking girl.”

  He pumps and pumps, and then reaches around the front of my legs, the hair on his arm tickling my stomach, as his fingers deftly find my clit.

  And just like that, I scream out my climax, as he bellows out his own release.

  His grip on my hips loosens as he pulls out, leaving the sticky residue of his release dripping between my legs. I’m not sure how to clean myself up, so I gingerly roll over to the side of the bed and get up.

  Faron watches me through his dark hooded eyes, his body lying limp across the bed, his head turned to the side as he watches me go.

  “There’s towels in the cabinet you can use if you need a shower.”

  “Okay, thanks,” I reply meekly, flipping on the bright lights of the bathroom.

  Closing the bathroom door behind me, I hold the dress in my hands and stare down between my legs.

  Blood mixed with semen stains the insides of my thighs, the remnants of my virginity and innocence. Tears well up in my eyes, unbidden, for the loss of something I cherished. I sit down on the commode and softly cry, confused over the sudden emotion sweeping through me.

  I finish using the toilet and wash my hands under a warm stream of water, eying the big bathtub in the corner of the bathroom. I grab a towel and stand at the edge of the platform bath, ready to bend over to turn on the hot water when a knock sounds at the door.

  Faron opens it a crack. “Gem, can I come in? I should’ve asked if you were alright.”

  “Yes, of course.” I sniff, trying to rein in my emotions.

  He steps up behind me, turning me to face him, scanning over my face that I’m sure is red and puffy from tears.

  “Hey, are you crying?”

  I wave a hand in the air. “It’s nothing. I’m just being a stupid girl.”

  “Come here,” he shakes his head, fingers lacing through my hair. “You’re not at all. Until I saw the blood stains, I was so completely lost in you that I forgot. I’m not used to being tender with my lovers. I haven’t taken someone’s virginity since…”

  He chuckles to himself. “Well, it’s been a good fifteen years. And I sure as hell didn’t handle it well back then. So maybe this is a chance to redeem myself.”

  Faron kisses my cheeks, each kiss wiping away the tears left behind.

  “Thank you,” I sigh.

  “Let me draw you a bath. Let me take care of you, Gemma.”

  20

  No one has ever taken care of me like this. The gentle caresses and the sweet words he says as he turns the faucet on, filling the tub with hot water, steam creating a warm cocoon of silence around us.

  Faron sits on the edge of the tub, his hands on the zipper of my dress, as he slowly undresses me, unfolding the material over my curves and down to the floor. I cross my arms over my breasts, feeling oddly insecure standing naked in front of him in the bright florescent light.

  His caress is so gentle, like a feather fluttering over my skin, just a hint of touch.

  “Don’t be shy. Let me see how beautiful you are.”

  He clasps my wrists and unfolds my arms, the warmth in his eyes drinking me in, worshipping me in his gaze, as he swings my l
egs up into his arms and places me carefully and with ease into the awaiting tub.

  I sigh, moaning into the luxurious heat seeping into my sore and aching muscles.

  “Are you joining me?” I offer in invitation, scooting into the middle of the large oval-shaped tub, drawing my knees up to my chin.

  “There’s nothing I’d like more.”

  Faron climbs in behind me, settling me against his chest, his fingers lightly stroking down the curve of my neck and arms. The feeling is incomparable, and it fills me with a warm contentment that unlocks something inside my heart.

  I dismiss the thought quickly with a mental shake of my head. Even if I love him, I can’t stay here with Faron. I’ve been working on my freedom, and now that my father is gone, and with Johnno still in jail, I’m free to leave. I’ve done what was expected of me, and now I have to go.

  I can’t be caught up in a love affair with a man like Faron. He’s too worldly. Too dominating. Too powerful.

  But you like that.

  The deep rasp of his voice interrupts my internal dialogue.

  “What’s going on in this pretty head of yours?”

  I bite my lip, still puffy and swollen from his kisses, and debate whether I should open up.

  “I was just wondering what happens now? I don’t know what I’ll do from here. All I’ve ever known is life with my father.”

  A strand of hair falls into my eye and I try to bat it away, but Faron tucks it behind my ear, kissing it in place.

  “I suppose you first need to get his house in order. Did he have a will in place?”

  I lift a shoulder and give a harsh snort. “Doubtful. And if he did, everything would likely be left to my incarcerated asshole of a brother.”

  Shifting to the right, I turn my head to the side to look at him. “I don’t have the same type of relationship with Johno that you have with your brothers. My brother despises me and would much rather see me dead then ever treat me like a sister should be.”

  My memories of my childhood are nothing short of miserable. I can’t think of a time when Johno had ever looked out for me or stood up and protected me like an older brother should. He was a bully then, and he’s a criminal now.

  Faron seems to ponder this before asking, “When is Johno’s release date?”

  I try to remember what he was sentenced for and his anticipated release schedule. “He’s coming up on three years, I think. Why?”

  Burying his face in my neck, he plants kisses along the curve, as I tip my head away to give him freedom to explore.

  “Because I don’t want him anywhere near you when he gets out. Do you believe he’s in on Mudd’s scheme and knows where the diamond is?”

  I consider the possibility. It wouldn’t be unheard of for Mudd to include my brother in on the plans, as some kind of sounding board or play keeper.

  Just then, an idea bursts through my foggy, steam-bath brain, and I jolt up and shift my butt around, my legs sloshing the water nearly over the edge.

  “What if…what if Johno is in on it? What if he knows where the jewel is? Maybe I can go home and try and find it. And if I can’t, I’ll figure out a way to get Johno to tell me where it is.”

  Skimming his fingertips over my legs, he grabs my criss-crossed heels and pulls me forward, wrapping them around his waist so our bodies connect, his length arching between us, and my eyes grow wide, but he ignores it for the moment.

  Smoothing my hair on my head, he cups my cheeks tenderly.

  “That doesn’t sound safe for you to go alone. I don’t trust your family, and with your father out of the picture, I think Johno has a lot on the line right now, even if he’s still in prison. Either I’ll come with you or I’ll send Dempsey with you.”

  My eyebrows quirk up. “Dempsey?”

  He lifts a shoulder, kissing my nose. “You call him Hulk.”

  I chuckle and let my eyes drift down between us, my cheeks flushing from the water temperature and the protectiveness in his decision.

  In just the short time I’ve known him, Faron makes me feel cherished and valued. And it means everything.

  Sinking my hand under the water line, I reach for his engorged cock, wrapping my fist tightly around it with a tight squeeze. Faron smirks, his eyebrow lifts, but a groan escapes between his sexy lips.

  “Just what do you think you’re up to, little girl?” he questions, slipping his hand behind my back and lowering it over my ass. Cupping my cheeks, he lifts me onto his thighs so the head of his cock nestles at my entrance.

  My head falls back onto my shoulders, as Faron leans in and swirls a tongue over my nipple. It’s a lightning bolt of sensation, zapping straight down to my toes and has me squirming on his lap.

  His lips descend over my breast, covering it with wet, open-mouth kisses in between bites and suckling, leaving marks that flame red and hot. He tests the firmness of my breast in one hand, plumping and squeezing the heavy flesh, capturing the hard bud between his teeth.

  I let out a shriek, which lodges his dick more firmly at my opening, but he doesn’t push in, even though I wiggle and gyrate wantonly.

  “You’ll be sore, Gem.”

  Yes, very possibly. But I’d rather have that brief sting of discomfort then the torment of not feeling him inside me again tonight.

  I glide myself over his protruding cock, water sloshing around us, moaning when his ridged tip rolls over my clit. I pull myself up with my hands on his shoulders and sink down onto him, pinching my lips together and breathing in through my nose as I work through the ache.

  Finally, when he’s seated all the way, and the pain subsides, I tentatively roll my hips forward and back, watching his face contort with pleasure, as his hooded-eyes close and his nostrils flare.

  “I’m giving this to you now, little girl,” he murmurs, punching his hips upwards, almost dislodging me from his cock. “But don’t become accustomed to taking control.”

  He pinches a nipple with his thumb and finger, a sharp streak of pain zipping through me like an electrical current.

  “I would never…” I grin, asserting my innocence.

  He opens one eye suspiciously. “And why should I trust you?”

  Although said in jest, there’s an underlying truth in his response. Trust and loyalty are hard to come by in our business. Deception is an aspect of our world and a necessity in the way we get our jobs done.

  I couldn’t even trust my own family, yet here I am, asking for him to have faith in me.

  So, I say the only thing I can to ease his mind. This conversation is no longer about sex, really. It’s about proving my reliability and integrity as a woman. And one that won’t manipulate him to get what I want.

  I rub my thumb over his bottom lip before bending down to kiss him, his lips parting as our tongues meet and merge.

  When I pull back, I place his hand over my left breast.

  “I give you my promise, just as I gave you my body. It’s yours, Faron. I am yours.”

  21

  We spent the rest of the night together, in between rounds of sleep and sex, Faron doing all sorts wicked and sexy things with my body. He introduced me to some light bondage, which he promised he’d play more with when we returned to the club.

  I woke up this morning alone in the bed we shared, Faron in an adjoining room on the phone with presumably one of the brothers. I stretched and yawned, taking note of all the spots scattered around my body that I could still feel as a physical reminder of how he handled me last night.

  My wrists had faint red abrasions from where he bound them together with a soft nylon rope tied to the headboard above my head as I kneeled, and he fucked me from behind. He whispered the most dirty and filthy things in my ears, suggesting how he couldn’t wait to tie me up and tease my clit in front of an audience.

  My face flushes even now as we walk down Saint Germaine-des-pres Boulevard toward the river, where Faron has reserved a tour boat to show me the historical beauty of Paris.

  “Wha
t has you blushing so pink, little girl?” His arm secures around my waist, a finger digging into a ticklish rib.

  I try to jump out of his grip, but he holds me firmly to his side.

  “This is the first time I think I’ve ever felt happiness. My childhood was completely devoid of that emotion. But with you, I…”

  “Belong.” It’s said without doubt or hesitation. “I understand that well, Gem.”

  We stand at the entrance of Pont Neuf, tourists of all nationalities and Parisiennes alike milling around past us, as Faron stops, turning to face me, and anchors my face in his palms.

  “I can’t promise you anything long-term, Gemma. I’m not structured that way and have far too many priorities competing for my attention. But I do know that since you’ve entered my life, you’ve captivated me in a way I’m still trying to comprehend. But know this…”

  His dark eyes flicker with intensity, the warmth of his palms penetrating my skin and coloring my world with his presence.

  “You. Belong. To. Me. And I don’t want to let you go.”

  My feet and back ache from the miles of walking we did around Paris. Faron tried his best to give me a well-rounded tour in the short time we had available to us.

  He took a picture with me at the Eiffel tower, and we saw the exterior of Notre Dame, the Arc de Triomphe, and the pyramids in the courtyard of the Louvre. I studied these places in high school, but never had the real-life experience to see them for myself.

  My first-time in Paris was nothing short of perfect, punctuated by the fact that I got to spend it with the most handsome and beautiful man.

  And now as we take the train back to Antwerp, I can’t help but wonder if Faron will take me to the club tonight and fulfill his promises.

  With my head on his shoulder and my hand wrapped around his arm, I lift my head to ask him what’s on his mind.

  “Will you take me to the Rough Edge tonight?”