The scent of him is in my nostrils, the savory tang of sweat from our chase through the woods lacing it now as I squirm, not to get away but to rub myself, to rub anything against my aching clit. I need the friction, I need the contact, more than I care to admit even to myself.
“You think you can get away from me, little girl? You think an injury would ever stop me from being in charge?”
“Let me go,” I whisper, and my mind says, No, don’t.
“No,” he echoes. “Never letting you go.”
My breathing quickens as he presses closer, my heart thundering, wondering what he’s going to do. A little squeak escapes my lips as a surge of wetness releases between my legs, my panties taking the hit. As his gaze moves down from my face, down my throat, my chest, my tits, I feel my nipples tighten into hard bullets.
“I’m going to suck on these tits,” he says, his blue eyes meeting mine, his hand suddenly cupping my left breast, sending a thrill through my spine that makes me straighten against the tree. “Tell me you want it. I’m going to do it anyway, but I want to hear the words.”
“Yes,” I moan out before I can stop myself. My brain tells me to say no, but my throat is tight, preventing me from changing my answer.
“Say. The. Words. Tell me what you want me to do…”
“Please suck…” I feel the heat rise to my face and fall silent.
A low, sadistic chuckle growls in his throat. “Say it, little feather.”
“I want your mouth on me. Sucking on me.” My voice shakes along with the rest of me and that line we crossed last night is quickly disappearing into the distance. Knowing that he and my mother weren’t what they seemed, has given me a newfound confidence in what I’m feeling.
“Good girl. These tits were made for me, Raven, and I’m going to enjoy them. Every inch of you belongs to me.”
“Please.”
As his mouth closes over my right nipple through the fabric of my camisole I sigh, melting against him. This is what I’ve wanted for so long, I can’t quite decide if it’s real life or a dream. And if it’s a dream, I don’t ever want it to end.
I yelp as his teeth pinch the sensitive spot, I arch my back as his warm tongue flicks my nipple, I raise my arms when he pulls the camisole up and let him slip it over my head, exposing myself to the warm air.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Raven,” he says as he slips his mouth over my other nipple, bare now, sucking it deep inside like he’s a starved man and I’m the meal laid out before him. There’s a little kissing noise as his mouth comes away and he says, “I’m going to take what’s mine. Soon, I’m going to get my cock inside that mouth of yours, inside your little pussy, even in here,” he slips a hand down and presses between my buttocks through the fabric of my skirt, “but for now, I need to see what’s mine.”
I nod, not even entirely sure what I’m agreeing to, but I know I have no choice. This is how it’s going to be, and I’m safe and secure in the knowledge that he knows best.
A moment later, he falls to his knees, his head diving underneath my skirt, and I whimper as the warm flat of his tongue glides along my slit through the soaked and ruined fabric of my panties.
“This is mine,” I hear him say, no longer talking to me, it seems, but to my pussy. “All mine. Your scent is mine, and every drop of this cream is for me to lap up. Your pleasure is mine to give or withhold. All mine.”
And with that, he tugs my panties down, ripping them from my feet, tossing them behind him. His tongue flicks in perfect strums against my clit as he slides one thick finger inside me and my virginity strains around the intrusion pushing me onto my tiptoes, sucking in a wincing breath.
If his wounded knee is causing him any pain, it makes no difference to how well he takes me, finger moving inside, stroking, sliding forward and back as his tongue continues to playfully swirl and flick against my clit.
How many times have I touched myself as he’s touching me now, dreaming about him? I longed for my first time with a man to be with Stringer, but I thought it was nothing but the crazy fantasies of a teenager. I never dreamed that I’d ever get to experience it for real.
“That’s it,” he murmurs as I start to writhe, trying to hold back the building orgasm. “Let go, little feather, this is all mine and I won’t waste a drop. Fucking cover me, drown me.”
With a sigh, followed by a shriek, my body convulses and I shudder, coming in a torrent of leg-shaking ecstasy. My body floods and I feel the gush release onto his tongue, but he doesn’t stop licking, lapping at my deluge. I hear Stringer swallow, growling against my quivering pussy as he drinks me down, and then his face is in front of mine and he kisses me, sharing my release.
When I finally come down, he’s on his feet, my forehead pressing to his chest as I tangle with the mixture of feelings that crash around inside me.
His warm breath is at my ear, as the weight of his hand strokes down the back of my head.
“Now, come back home. There’s something I need to show you.”
* * *
“She didn’t sleep in your room?” I ask as I gaze around the adjoining bedroom, decorated in soft pastels of blue and pink, my mom’s favorite colors.
“Not once,” Stringer replies.
I wander over to the side of the bed. I’ve never been in this room before. I knew it was here, but it was always locked.
Now inside, I take it in. On a cupboard by the bed is a picture of my mom and me when I was about nine. I smile as I lean down and pick it up, remembering when the fair came to town and we spent the day eating cotton candy and hot dogs. She won me a stuffed green Panda Bear as the summer sun warmed my skin and I loved her so much.
“I haven’t been in here for a long time…” He takes a deep breath. “Your mom loved you, Raven. I didn’t have the heart to look through her things and decide what she would have wanted you to have and what should be thrown away. But, in case there was a question about us, she never wanted to implicate you.”
“Can I keep this?” I hold up the framed picture.
“You can keep anything. We can keep this room exactly as it is, if that’s what you want.”
I shake my head. “Just this, I think,” I say as I trace my face on the photo. “Would my mom have hated me for wanting to be with you?”
“No. She wanted you to be happy. And, she liked me. Why, I’m not sure, but she did and she knew I was protective because she saw it firsthand. She’d want you happy and protected.”
“I always assumed the reason you didn’t want to go out anywhere was because you were mourning her. But it wasn’t, was it?”
Stringer gives me a strained smile, his lips always tugging at the scars when he does. “No, it wasn’t. I’ve just never been big on humanity in general. I like being alone. Until you. And your mother.”
“Can we go out for my birthday then? I didn’t really get to celebrate and turning eighteen is sort of a big deal.”
“Not tonight… Let’s order take out. Anything you want.”
I frown. “That’s not a celebration. You order take out all the time. Anything I want.” Then the thought occurs to me. “Ooo, there’s a new bar that does karaoke in town, I’m eighteen now so I can get in. Willow told me about it. I love karaoke, Stringer. Let’s go there.” I meet his eyes. “Please.”
He draws a deep breath, meeting my eyes, then turns. “I’ll order a pizza,” he says as he gives me a hard stare.
I will get him to take me out somewhere. Maybe not today, but soon. He can’t hold out forever.
8
Stringer
I’m sitting in my study, drinking scotch and reading The Invisible Man, when Raven spins into the room. She’s been a hellcat as is her nature, teasing me, driving me crazy, doing everything to get me to fuck her but somehow in my head, my brain I mean, it’s not time.
Things aren’t in place. Not yet.
It’s been a couple days since that first night when she licked my fingers. We’ve done everything e
lse. Her pussy is my main source of sustenance and her belly is full of my cum several times a day.
We’ve done everything from dry-hump to sixty-nine. I’ve covered her body with my cum and she’s done the same to me and the ache inside me is becoming impossible to ignore much longer.
When I think I can’t hold back, I come here. This is the smallest room in the whole house, just six feet by eight, almost an afterthought by me and the architect when we realized there was a small space left over. At the time I had no idea what I was going to do with it, so I shoved a chair and a few of my books in here. Since then, the floor has been piled with books and I’ve spent more time in this small space the entire rest of the house combined.
There’s a scent of cigar smoke, and a little haze in the air from the smoldering butt sitting in the ashtray on the little walnut table beside my chair, next to the reading lamp.
I look up as she enters and see her screw up her nose at the smell.
“I wish you wouldn’t smoke those things.”
“Old habits, baby,” I say.
I remember a stakeout of a house on a small Greek island so many years ago I sat watching the inhabitants for the fifth day straight. Living out of a van while I stalked my prey, the only company I had was my cigars and scotch. That night, the call came in from my CIA handler, Major General Sophie Langdon: go when ready. But it was another three days before I had my opportunity. The target’s family were never all out at the same time, and one thing I never do is risk women or children in the crossfire. Guards are fair game, they’re pros who know what they’re signing up for, but innocent bystanders don’t deserve to have their life cut short.
“It’s been two days. I want to go out. I want to show the world that we’re together.”
I frown at her words, putting my book down on the table beside me. “I just want you all to myself, Raven.” I know it’s selfish, but I want her here, safe, secure. I’ve never been one for other people, but now more than ever I want to keep us away from the rest of the world. The outside world is a threat and if anyone from my past finds out I now have an Achilles heel, they could hurt her and that’s not a risk I’m willing to take.
Leaning forward, I grab her and pull her to me, making her giggle as she falls into my lap. With one hand, I reach around behind her and cup her ass through the tight shorts she has on, guiding her to lift her legs up to straddle me.
“Did you eat?”
She nods. “I had half an apple.”
“That’s not good enough. I want to make sure you eat, Raven.”
“I don’t need any more than that.” She wriggles on my lap, pressing my hard-on into my stomach. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Hey, don’t do that. I do worry about you, it’s my job to worry about you. I’m going to make you a real meal. What do you want?”
“I want to go out,” she says, leaning forward and pressing her lips into my neck. “And I want you inside me,” she whispers. “You’ve been holding out on both those things and I don’t understand.” Her words have a hint of sadness and they clench around my heart.
A little growl escapes my lips, my cock jumping with enthusiasm as he always does whenever she’s near, either in thoughts, dreams or physical company. He wants inside that tight pussy, I know, but I’ve been holding off. I’m not exactly small, and I know Raven is a virgin. I want her to know that I’m in this for the long haul, that she’s everything to me, but there’s only one way I know of to do that, and it needs to be perfect. “I told you, I’m not in any rush.”
“I am though. I’m going to explode if I don’t get something inside me.” She reaches down between us, unfastening my belt slowly, drawing it open. I don’t stop her because I can’t, but I won’t take her like this, not for her first time.
She’s pulling at my shirt, and my eyes drift closed at her words. When my stomach is exposed, she runs a finger along the flesh there, softer these days since I left behind the strict training demanded by Taylor Security of their active operatives. I catch her wrist and her eyes dart to mine, shocked even now by my strength and speed of movement.
“Didn’t I tell you?” I ask, smiling. “I’m in charge.”
She doesn’t say a word as I pop open the button on my jeans. Sundays I dress down, and for me a pair of Levi’s and a button up oxford is dressed down. Pulling down the zipper, I see her eyes glisten at the sight of me. I take her wrist again and guide it to my length, pressing out at the front of my boxer briefs. Her fingers stroke eagerly along the shaft, and there’s already a wet mark where pre-cum has leaked from the tip.
“Teach me,” she says, playing this innocent game that she knows drives me crazy.
“Squeeze tighter,” I tell her, and she does, her fingers tightening around my flesh. She tugs on it, watching as the head turns purple as she nears it. “Now kiss the tip.”
She leans forward, putting her lips to the tip, and her tongue darts out, lapping at the little slit and making me suck in a breath. Fuck, she’s good at this. It’s like she’s been doing it for years, and suddenly I have a flash of anger at that thought.
I want to kill them, whoever they are, just for existing in my imagination.
My hand darts out and I grab her chin, turning her face up to me. “Tell me nobody else has been where I am now,” I demand, knowing the answer but I need her to repeat it.
There’s a flash of fear in her eyes as she draws a quick breath, then she averts her gaze. “Nobody,” she says. “Is that bad that I don’t know what to do? You’d like someone more experienced…”
I release her chin, moving my hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. “No, little feather. I only want you. Just relax baby, I’ll show you how…”
With a smile, she wraps her hand around my shaft again, and suddenly I’m plunged into the wet warmth of her mouth.
* * *
Raven
The salty sweetness of him fills my mouth as I take his cock deep. I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, enjoying the sound of his breathing as it changes. I have that power over him. Stringer might be big, he might be scary sometimes, but he isn’t without his weaknesses.
As I move my head back and forth, sucking in my cheeks, I hear his voice.
“Fuck, little feather, that’s good. Suck harder. In a moment I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum and you’re going to swallow every drop. Don’t waste it. It’s a gift and you need to accept it.”
I want it. I want him. God, his dirty talk and our little games make me drenched and throbbing. I dig my teeth gently into the head of his dick and he groans, grabbing a fistful of my hair. It’s painful as he pulls at it, then pushes me forward, and I gag slightly at the size of him in my mouth, a little spit leaking around my lips.
“You’re so beautiful, Raven. So beautiful like this, with my cock spreading your lips. Soon, I’m going to watch as it spreads the lips between your legs. Do you want that?”
I try to nod, but with him holding me so tight it’s impossible. Instead, all I can do is mumble something that sounds like an agreement.
“Good girl.”
My body tenses at the words. I want to be his good girl. I want to swallow every drop of him and make him pleased, and I want him to give me this gift. I want to feel what it’s like to be fucked by a man like him, someone who is always in control, who is always so steady and strong.
Someone I love.
I swallow against the head bobbing at the back of my throat, and that’s clearly what pushes him over the edge. I feel his body spasm, and a second later my mouth is filled with his salty, strong flavor. I choke at the sudden burst of it but swallow the first load. But despite my efforts, I feel it start to drip down my chin. I don’t want to lose it and reach up to catch it with my fingers.
When he pulls himself from my mouth, I look up at him, and then without saying a word, I lick each finger clean.
“Fuck, Raven,” he says. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
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Stringer
I finally break under the pressure of her pouting and whining.
We’re out in the world, such as it is, in this little town, but I don’t like the way people are looking at her.
Flashing an evil glare at some dick in a business suit makes him avert his eyes, but there are far too many people in here for me to protect her the way I’d prefer.
How did I let her persuade me to bring her here, somewhere where I can’t be sure who everyone is? The guy in the corner has a bit of a look of a hitman I took out five years ago. The woman who came in and went across to her friends at a table on the other side of the room could have easily been the wife of the Albanian Mafia Don I was employed to persuade out of a business venture in the States.
I live in constant awareness that my past is dangerous, and at any moment it could break through into my present. I was never afraid of that until I had someone in my life to care about.
Raven is up on the stage, singing her heart out, staring directly at me in our corner booth as she says the words: I will always love you as she spins and shakes her ass.
Cute little tease.
I press a button on the handset in my pocket and watch with a grin as she loses her voice halfway through the next line, her teeth suddenly cutting into her bottom lip. The remote-control vibrator I insisted she wear if we came here is the one thing making it worth it.
Besides her. Anywhere with her is worth it.
My gaze flicks to a couple of twenty-something guys sitting alone, nursing their beers, as they laugh at her, and my teeth clench together. But I’ve told myself I won’t make a scene, and I intend to keep to it.
Until one of them speaks.
“Forget the singing, show us your tits!” He laughs, and so does his friend, but I’m on them in a second, leaning on their table for support.
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