I mean it. I’m backing off on the debt collecting. I’ll do construction and I’ll fight, and I’ll find some career that brings in the big bucks, and I’ll give her everything she wants. Every single thing she ever mentions, I’ll find a way to get it for her.
“What’s happening here?” She asks. “With us, I mean.” I love how straightforward she is.
“Love,” I reply. “It’s love. I said I love you, Maggie, and I mean it. And I’ll show you every day that it’s true.”
She pauses, a little twinkle in her eye like she wants to say something.
“What?” I say and her cheeks turn red. “What?” I insist.
“You know when you said you wanted me to tell you…like everything. Even, you know, stuff I might like to try…sexy stuff? Like fantasies…”
Already my dick is hard and I want to know every fantasy behind those sweet blue eyes.
“Yeah, I mean it. Tell me anything, everything…”
“Okay, so there’s something I like…and don’t judge me…”
It’s two hours later, and what my baby wants, my baby gets even if she might be second guessing herself.
“Wait…” Maggie’s voice cracks. She’s looks so fucking beautiful standing there in just her jeans, her tits quivering and nipples puckered, her arms wrapped around her waist like they can protect her.
“I’m not fucking waiting, little girl. Why do you think you’re here?”
“I’m—” She stutters. “I, just…please, you don’t have to do this.”
I ignore her plea and take three long strides so I’m standing in front of her. Her knees are shaking as she backs up against the cinder-block wall. “The more you resist, the harder it’s going to be. Now do what I fucking told you, turn around and take your pants off, then put your hands on the wall.” Her bottom lip is quivering and it only makes me harder. “Do it fucking now!”
She gasps on a wince but she unzips her jeans and tugs them down her legs, stepping out, her eyes on me as I stare at the red high-waisted panties and notice the dark spot growing so big it’s showing on the front of her sweet, little whore cunt.
“Please…” she begs, but I can already smell her pussy and there’s no turning back. Not for either of us.
I step closer and she turns her head, squinting as I come into her space. I feel the heat from her body as I run my hand down my face, gripping my chin, then lean down next to her ear. “Hands on the wall, princess. Time for your king to defile you.”
Her eyes open, flit to the open door and I smile. The game works better if she thinks there is an escape. Hope is what heightens the fear. There’s always something else to lose.
She must sense that no matter what she does, this is happening. I’ll chase her if she runs and it will only be more painful.
She drops her tear-filled blue eyes and swivels on her dirty bare feet, her fingers shaking as she puts them against the cold wall.
“That’s my obedient slut. I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary. In fact, I want to make you feel good. You may not believe me, but it’s true.”
Her full ass cheeks quiver as she stands and I cock my hand back and deliver a hard strike on one side, then the other, listening to her bite back her scream as it echoes in the tall ceilings.
I stand directly behind her, retrieving the metal handle from my back pocket and hold it directly behind her head, and watch her jump as she hears the click. I run the cool, sharp metal on her neck, down her spine as she shivers and I hear her trying to stifle her little whimpers of pleasure.
“I hear what you want. I smell what you want. Don’t pretend, sweet Maggie, give in.” I push the point of the blade under the elastic of her panties, just where her ass crack starts. “Or don’t. Either way I’m taking what I want. When you cry, it only makes my dick harder.”
I withdraw the blade and hold it between my teeth as I strip my clothes, then return the switch blade to my hand and press myself against her, feeling my balls rest just above her ass as I reach around and clench her throat in my other hand.
“What do you want?” She asks again, her voice more defeated than before. “I have money, there…” She turns her head toward her spilled purse on the floor as each of her words struggles under the grip of my hand. “Take what you want, just leave me—”
“I am taking what I want, baby. I’m taking all of you.” I squeeze her throat until her mouth opens, gasping, I feel her pulse race under my thumb and forefinger. I could kill her, two seconds of pressure is all it would take and she knows it, but that’s not what I want. I want her breathing, knowing her breaths belong to me and in the end she will thank me for each of them.
Her body stiffens, she’s fighting the urge to pull her hands from the wall and tug at my arm but she doesn’t, so I reward her and unclench my fingers, listening to her take a desperate breath, but I don’t give her more than a moment to relax.
I pull her horrible red panties out from her ass with one hand while I position the blade of the knife perfectly and slice downward. She screams and her body nearly convulses as I cut the fabric from her in three precise movements, leaving her naked and completely exposed as my balls tighten and the scent of her arousal fills the air.
“Oh God…” She twists, curling her toes and shaking her head, her hair falling around her face.
“Yes, Maggie? You have something to say to your God…that’s me now, do you understand that? I am your God.” I seethe, pressing my cock to her ass, grinding it into her until her abundant cheeks cradle it between them, then I glide up and down for a few strokes, nearly nutting from the contact. “I said I was gong to take all of you, baby. Your ass seems to be requesting to be first in line…”
“No, please. You’ll hurt me. I’ve never…”
“Never what? Say it, I’ve never what?”
“Been fucked there.”
“Oh? Shame. Very fuckable ass you have. I’ll take it, when I’m ready. But, right now…”
I shift back, my cock bobbing away from my body as I run my fingers down her hip, listening to her wince as they lower until I shove them unceremoniously into her soaking slit and she fails to contain the moan that issues forth as her legs nearly buckle and she’s already on the verge.
“Your drippy pussy is betraying you, Maggie.” I kick her feet apart, my other hand coming to tug her hair back as I focus on her clit, my finger spinning, slipping up and down, taking my time until her legs are quivering and she’s fighting what’s natural. What she wants.
“Let me go.” Her voice is barely a whisper as I pull her head back and she struggles to keep her hands on the wall, her cunt dripping into my palm.
“Let yourself go,” I say, my lips on her cheek. “You’re going to come. Your words say one thing, but your body is saying something else.”
I drop my lips to her neck, licking the nape and kissing my way up, working her clit harder until I feel her body tense and I know what’s coming.
She cries out, a rush of warm wonder spilling into my hand as she convulses and shakes, and it’s almost more than I can take. I toss the blade onto the pile of my clothing and bring my drenched hand to her lips, forcing my fingers deep without a word until she’s gagging and trying to twist away.
“Say thank you,” I order, my fingers slipping over her tongue, filling her mouth, making her struggle to comply. “Say thank you for your orgasm.”
“Dangt yau.” She gurgles out something and I’m ready for what’s next.
“Good little slut. Now you know what’s coming next, don’t you?” I line up behind her, releasing her hair and pressing my hand between her shoulders, shoving her torso lower.
“Please, don’t, I’m begging you…don’t do this. I won’t tell anyone, just let me go.”
“I know you won’t tell anyone, you know why?” Her body trembles as I run the tip of my cock through her hot slit. “Because I’m never letting you go.”
I center the tip of my dick at her opening as her whimpers
turn to sobs. “Stop, please…”
“Your pussy says go.” I lock my arm around her waist and drive half my cock inside her in one upward thrust, listening to her scream bounce off the damp walls of the empty room. “Fucking tight. This sweet cherry I picked. Lucky me.”
I reach around with my other hand and grab one of her tits, squeezing as I pump my hips, taking her deep, listening to her moan and cry, her hard nipple pinched between my fingers.
I fuck her so hard her feet come off the ground, over and over as she digs her fingers into the hard wall, trying to stay upright, but I’ve got her.
I’ll always have her. She just needs to believe.
“Fuck, little girl, you’re my princess whore. Your pussy is sucking my dick, begging for my cum.”
“No, please, just don’t come inside me. Just, please don’t…”
“I do like it when you say please. But, sorry, my cum is going inside as many times as it takes. When you’ve got my baby inside you, then I’ll fuck your ass for the first time.”
Her body melts, she knows she can’t fight me and as I fuck her harder it happens.
She starts fucking me back. Rocking her hips, slapping her ass cheeks against my pelvis as her inner walls latch on and I can’t hold on much longer.
I grab her hips as we become near-manic. I never thought this would be so fucking hot, but giving her what she wants, fulfilling this fantasy for her, is more intimate than I could imagine.
“You’re mine, little girl. All of you. And if you fight me, that’s fine, I’ve got enough fight in me for both of us. Forever. And, just so you know, if you cum, that’s just your womb begging to be bred.”
Her walls clamp down and it’s time.
I pull one hand from her hip, draw back and smack her ass cheek as her pussy pulses. I slap her again and my balls draw up, her walls start milking me and I cum so fucking hard it hurts. She lets go, drenching me, down her legs and mine, puddling on the floor around our feet and I wrap my arms around her waist, her body lax, still mounted on my dick as I carry her against me, sitting down in the only available spot in the room, the chair from my bedroom I put down here a few hours ago as I set up our little scene.
I bend my knees and settle my ass in the chair, her pussy still wrapped around my dick as she leans her back against my chest and I brush her hair from her neck, kissing her and stroking her belly, her tits, her thighs, until her breathing steadies, she stops whimpering and her body melts against me.
“So?” I say, kissing he earlobe. “Was that sort of what you wanted?”
She giggles, her body flushed with sweat, turning cooler in the damp underground room. “Uhhh, yeah. More than what I wanted. That was so freakin’ hot. So dirty. You’re a natural.”
“That’s good, baby. Gotta say, it was fun.”
“How long do we have?”
“Hour or so. Pete said just to clean up and lock up when we left. Asked me to stock the beer cooler as a thank you.” I set this up because Pete told me he had this sort of bunker under the bar. When I called and asked if I could use it, thank fuck he was on board as long as he could talk to Maggie first and make sure she was in.
He just asked her a simple question and she said yes. I didn’t tell her how it was going to go down, she wanted the whole fantasy abduction deal so, after dinner I told her I needed some alone time in the throne room.
I returned through the front door, came up behind her in the kitchen, blindfold, hand over her mouth, the whole deal. Put her in the backseat of her car and drove to Pete’s hoping like fuck I didn’t get pulled over. Not just because I had a blindfolded girl in the backseat, but I don’t have a fucking license.
She turns her head, smiling. “Really? We have to stock the cooler?”
I kiss her cheek, my own smile feeling still unfamiliar but pleasant on my lips. “Naw. Just kidding. But, you need to know one other thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I fucking love you, Magdelena Laska. I have since the first moment I saw you.”
“In those red panties…” She looks over where they are sliced on the concrete floor.
“Yep.”
“Well, then maybe we should keep them, I could sew them together…wear them when—”
“No.” I cut her off. “We’re burning those. They were hot, but now, they’re not.”
“I love you too, Jacob West.”
“It’s a good thing, because I’m never letting you go. Even if you do keep those ugly panties.”
14
Jacob
One Month Later
The brand-new black Ford F-250 gleams, but I didn’t buy it for its paint job. Two by fours and plywood are piled in the bed as I pull up into the driveway, jumping out of the cab and pulling out as much as I can carry on my shoulder.
“What’s that for?” Oma asks, leaning out of the kitchen window, then her eyes go wide. “Jacob, there’s a dog chasing you!”
I grit my teeth, leaning down and petting Toto’s head as he looks at me with nothing but love in his eyes. How do I explain this one to her? That I got a call on my way to the builder’s yard, come now or the dog’s going to be euthanized. Apparently, Toto didn’t do well without me around. Nobody else could control him, not even Thomas. He persuaded them to call me before taking the final step, and I’m grateful as fuck.
“This is Toto,” I tell her. “Toto, meet Oma.”
He turns to her and barks, and I swear I see his lips pull back in a grin. Goddamn charmer.
“Oh good,” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes, “Another Toto? And, another dog for me to trip over.”
“Toto?” Maggie says, a light dancing in her eyes. “Isn’t that a goldfish name?”
I laugh and realize I’m getting to like laughing. How do I even begin to explain all the coincidences in our lives? That the dog I looked after in prison, and now have here with me, was called Toto seems almost trivial in comparison.
The time I’ve spent here, the love I have for Maggie and Oma, has changed me. I still have the fight in me, the rage, but I trust my control now.
Also, since we found the little box, that seems to have closed a chapter in my life, allowing me to go on with the new one.
I throw Maggie a wink and a grin as I answer Oma’s first question. “As for all this,” I say, “meet your new shed.”
“Nothing wrong with the old fucking shed,” she grumbles.
“Babka, it’s falling down,” Maggie tells her, laughing. “Do you need any help, Jacob?”
“Only to see your beautiful face. I’ll do this today, then there are a few jobs on the house I want to get done over the next few weeks.”
Once the wood is all carried through to the yard, I start taking the old shed apart, piece by piece. It’s hot work, and I end up stripping off my shirt, covered in sweat but happy. It feels good to be working, and while the work I’ve done at Dan’s construction jobs doesn’t take up much of my time, I’ve learned a lot.
He hasn’t been calling me in for collection work as much either. My reputation has made his collections easier and it’s all fine with me because that part of my life needs to close. As Thomas said when I went to visit him and get everything out in the open about me and Maggie, this is truly my one shot at happiness. He warned me not to fuck it up, and I don’t intend to.
Maggie has come to understand, channeling the fight in me is healthy. I’m training with a legit operation now, Delight, a.k.a. Margaret, is my pimp and I have my first set of fights coming up in the next few months, and believe it or not, Maggie is on board. She understands me and has quickly become my biggest cheerleader.
“Coffee break,” Maggie says, coming up behind me, and I straighten up as I turn to see her eyes cast up and down my torso. “C—coffee and cake.”
“Like anything you see?” I tease, enjoying the way she blushes as her nipples tighten.
“Y—yes.” She puts the tray of drinks and cake down on the wall around her fishpond. “The she
d is looking really good.”
I laugh. “Nothing wrong with the old fucking shed,” I say in my best Oma impersonation as I grab a handful of Maggie’s ass and pull her into me.
“Jacob! Babka can see us…”
“She doesn’t care,” I remind her. I glance over to the kitchen window, just in time to see Oma look away with a smile.
“How long until you’re finished?”
“Not long now. Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know…” She nips her lip crinkling her nose and I catch on.
My cock responds to her tempting look and this girl has me by the balls and I don’t ever want her to let go. There will never be a moment I’m not ready to fuck her, even if I live to be two hundred.
“You just lit a fire under my ass, baby,” I tell her. “Give me half an hour and I’ll be done. Promise.” I grab the nearest coffee and drink a gulp. “You can have the cake,” I say with a wink.
She grins picking up the slice, her eyes closing in pleasure as she takes a bite, and all I can think about is my dick sliding finally inside that tight ass of hers, making her screw up her eyes against the pressure.
“Okay…I’m probably going to jump in the shower,” she says around her mouthful of cake. “You could sneak in…find me in there, have your way with me.”
“Are you going to scream?”
A little grin twists her lips. “You might have to clamp your hand over my mouth so no one hears.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as my cock hardens.
She winks, glancing down at the bulge of my hard-on, then turns away and doesn’t say another word as she sashays down the yard toward the house. And I draw a deep breath as I look back at the shed.
It’s going to have to wait.
Epilogue 1
Maggie
Six Months Later
“Well, things have changed a lot, haven’t they?” Grandpa smiles as he lays a hand on my stomach, and at just that moment I think I feel a kick. His eyes light up. “Was that…?”
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